Felix Faust

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    The Outer Limits, Twilight Zone and Tales of the Darkside are all famous Anthology Series. In the spirit of those great shows I propose a Collaborative effort among the various authors of Hnet. There is no off limit genre here, the only rule is that each story must be 100% original, or the very least original ideas based around established characters.

    And with that I give you...

    "Peeping Tom"

    By. Hell Hound

    There's a certain stigma attached to Simon Palmer's favorite hobby. While most people who partake of the Voyeuristic arts do so out of a Sexual need, for Simon it's purely mental. He craves the rush, spying on strangers most personal and intimate moments knowing that at any moment he could be caught.

    On the cool evening of October 13th Simon felt the urge and so donning his black coat and stocking cap slipped into the night to prowl.

    Slinking from house to house he was dumbstruck at how absolutely normal the neighborhood was. As the clock struck Eleven he was about to call it a night when his attention drifted to a house at the end of the block. An odd yellow glow drew him in like a Moth to flame. Creeping up to the window he peered in and saw a young child sitting on a red sofa cushion watching tv. Not far away was a teenage girl, his sister perhaps also watching tv. Moving around to the back he could see two adults in the kitchen, by the way they were going at it they must've been the parents. Simon moved closer trying to hear what they were shouting but the closed windows made it hard. Throwing caution to the wind he stepped up on the porch and moved to the open door.

    "If you don't like it here Paul then maybe you should move in with your Whore!" The Woman shouted

    "For the last time Jane there's no one else!" Paul shouted.

    As Simon was transfixed on the conversation he felt a pair of eyes on him, the boy had noticed him peeping and turned to see who was intruding. Pressing his index finger to his lips Simon let out a soft "Shhh".

    The Boy nodded and slowly walked over. "Who are you" he asked. "I'm Tom" Simon said lying through his teeth. "I'm Bobby." he said back.

    "Is it always like this Bobby?" Simon asked. "Usually yeah, but lately Mommy's been really angry with Daddy." Bobby said.

    "I've had enough Paul it ends now!" Jane shouted climbing the staircase.

    Bobby watched his mom go upstairs and turned to Simon. "You better go now, things are gonna get bad."

    Bobby returned to his couch cushion on the floor as Jane came back downstairs. She moved into the kitchen and a loud crack echoed through the house. She then moved to the Parlor and shot the Girl she then zoned in on Billy and shot him down too. She then turned the gun on herself and placing it in her mouth pulled the trigger.

    Simon watched in horror as the back of her head exploded painting the wall beyond her in blood and brain matter. Simon pulled out his Cell phone and quickly called the Police.

    "911 what's your emergency?"

    "Oh my god...I just saw a murder suicide!"

    "Sir where are you calling from." she asked

    "I don't know the address...it's the House at the end of Breckenridge Road!"

    "Sir this number is for Emergencies only, not pranks."

    "This isn't a prank Lady I just saw a Woman..."

    "Kill her husband, kids and then herself right? Maybe you should try some original material next time."

    As the Operator hung up Simon's gaze fell upon the House again. The pristine colonial manor was gone, in it's place was an overgrown and abandoned hovel.

    On the night of October 13th 1978 Jane Alcot the mentally disturbed wife of Paul Alcot killed her husband, Daughter Heather and Son Bobby then turned the gun on herself. Since that night every year on the Anniversary the events of that fateful night are relived. For Simon his life changed forever that night, he doesn't go out Peeping anymore.

  5. Posted

    Yes It's the purpose of my existence to troll the Internet to spread the word of my Master's imminent return.

  10. Posted

    I WILL do it more for I am societies cracked mirror. Gaze upon me and see your Sins incarnate....plus I get very bored during the day and it gives me pleasure seeing people respond to my idiotic posts.

    PS: Butts in Hell, I guess.

  11. Posted

    Hell Hound:

    The aborted son of an insectious affair between a mother and her son returns to Earth as a Demonic Canine to punish the wicked by stripping their souls to fuel The Butt King's War Machine as the final battle draws near.

  15. Posted

    I will draw much pleasure as your flesh melts and your bones crackle in Buttfire. Then the imps will play football with your singed skulls.

  24. Posted

    I am Hell Hound, the Devil Dog. Loyal right hand of The Butt King the true lord of Earth. It is my mission to Butts this unclean place to the metaphorical ground.