Excerpt from "The Stolen Grave"

Now for some shamless promotion. Below is an excerpt from an unpublished horror story of mine entitled "The Stolen Grave." BEWARE: This except is kind of gory. Let me know what you think and thanks for letting me SCREAM!

Fred's room looked normal. His lava lamp was silently bubbling away in the corner, casting its dull red light over his heap of dirty laundry. Joe could smell the dirt, sweat, and ass coming from what he assumed was the laundry pile. Fred was still in bed with the covers pulled up over his head. He must have been having bad dreams too. Under his comforter, Fred looked even bigger than usual. He seemed to fill the whole bed. Joe broke the silence as he walked over to the bed, "C'mon Fred, I know what you fuckers have been up to." Nothing. Joe flung back the covers.

He could not decide which was whiter, Fred's hair or his pale skin. Both looked as if they had been dipped in bleach. In fact the only color was coming from the lamplight's red glow cast on the white around Fred's glassy gray eyes. His mouth was stretched and locked open in a frightful girn. His face was gaunt and caved in on one side, as if someone had stuck a straw in his ear and sucked everything out.

With the exception of his collapsed head, Fred's body was covered with a mound of earth. Joe pulled back the rest of the covers and saw that even his feet were covered. A heavy soil smell unfolded in the air. It reminded Joe of his clothes after a fishing trip. Worms squirmed out from the top of the mound. Not earthworms, but ungodly types of worms: the type that one finds in old boxes of oatmeal and on dead raccoons in the road and curled up inside the mouths of mummies. Hundreds of worms were coming to the surface all wriggling their bodies to the same sinister rhythm.