VOL 1. A collection of bizarre stories

Flying Plane Demons

In those eerie days, even the doors retained their haunting familiarity. But Hex Smitten couldn't escape the unnerving presence of his childhood friend, Aphx. Though Hex hesitated to label him as a true companion, Aphx seemed to materialize whenever darkness fell, a specter from their shared past. Yet, Aphx was far from benevolent. He had pilfered Hex's beloved dog, a sinister act that hinted at a malevolence that ran deeper than mere thievery. And rumors whispered of Aphx's involvement in the disappearance of Segwon, a mystery that reeked of foul play.

As dusk settled upon the desolate town, Hex's unease grew. He became plagued by vivid nightmares, plagued by visions of Aphx's wicked grin, tainted by an otherworldly hunger. Hex couldn't shake the sense that his former friend had transformed into something far more sinister-a creature neither living nor dead, a zombie.

The town, once peaceful and vibrant, now bore the scars of Aphx's dark influence. Shadows danced through the streets, whispering secrets of the horrors that lurked in the night. Hex knew he had to confront his undead adversary, to reclaim what was stolen and put an end to the maleficence that plagued their shared past.

But as Hex prepared to face Aphx, the air grew heavy with the stench of decay. The moon cast an eerie glow, illuminating the twisted figures that shuffled through the fog-choked streets. The undead had risen, drawn by Aphx's insidious power. Hex's battle had transformed into a fight for survival, pitting him against a legion of ravenous zombies.

In the heart of the darkness, Hex mustered his courage, wielding his weapon with trembling hands. He ventured forth, determined to vanquish the abomination Aphx had become, to save his stolen companion and to bring an end to the reign of terror that plagued their once-familiar world.

As Hex's eyelids grew heavy, a sense of unease settled over him, casting a shadow upon his slumber. In the depths of his dreams, memories of a haunting past began to unravel, drawing him back to his teenage years spent in the eerie swamplands of Florida.

A chill ran down his spine as he reminisced about that fateful day, trapped on the lagoon with its unnaturally still waters. Not a single ripple disturbed the surface, intensifying the sense of foreboding that engulfed him. The sinking boat had left him stranded, forcing him to embark on a treacherous swim towards the distant clubhouse. Each stroke he took felt like a desperate plea for salvation, as if the lagoon itself conspired against him.

Gasping for air, Hex finally reached the plastic floating dock adjacent to the clubhouse. But instead of finding solace, he stumbled upon a scene that sent shivers down his spine. Speakers and equipment were meticulously arranged, hinting at an event yet to unfold. The emptiness of the place, the eerie silence, only heightened his curiosity.

Against his better judgment, Hex ventured deeper into the clubhouse. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the empty halls, amplifying the sense of isolation that clung to the air. Just as he was about to turn a corner, a faint sound reached his ears-a man and a woman drawing near.

A surge of adrenaline surged through Hex's veins, urging him to seek refuge. He hurriedly ascended the staircase, finding temporary sanctuary in the dimly lit room housing the pool tables. The remnants of a game left unfinished greeted his eyes-a red striped ball, the cue ball. His trembling hands seized a thin cue, a frail defense against the encroaching unknown.

Footsteps drew nearer, growing louder with each passing moment. Hex's heart pounded in his chest, drowning out all other sounds. Shadows danced menacingly across the room, as if they too were aware of the impending terror that awaited him.

His breath caught in his throat as the door creaked open, revealing the silhouettes of the approaching figures. Fear gripped Hex's every fiber as he prepared to face an unimaginable horror, lurking in the depths of the deserted clubhouse. The air grew heavy with the stench of impending doom, as he stood there, his gaze locked upon the impending darkness.

Little did Hex know that his decision to step foot into this forsaken place would unleash a nightmare that would haunt him for eternity. The ghosts of the past, the secrets obscured within the walls, were ready to claim another victim. And as the door swung open wider, Hex knew that his fate was sealed within the clutches of this malevolent haven.