One of the first stories I ever wrote (apart from cub hood jottings) was for my GCSE which I re-sat back in 2008. The remit was to write a 1000 line story and as we had been studying the works of Poe, who really inspires me, I decided to write a story based on horror and suspense. Would you like to read it? It's quite apt considering it's Halloween; a.k.a. fright night. Enjoy.
It was my first night on guard. I had been employed by local security firm as a temp. I used to be a doorman at a popular nightclub on a Friday night, and didn't really relish the idea of being an overnight guard at a disused hospital; particularly one as large and lonely as this. It was not because of the rumours surrounding the hospital, simply that life as a doorman suited me better as I thought of myself as a people person, but a few vicious rumours about my conduct by girls with no identification and a score to settle had put paid to that job. I've learnt to resign myself to a life of walking endless eerily quiet corridors to earn my living, and what a pitiful living such a job provides. The only reason I had been employed to guard the old hospital was to discourage a spate of vandalism that had begun in the last month. It was thought that local youths with time on their hands were daring each other to smash windows in the hope of annoying' Eddie' and drawing him out of his hiding place. Although I felt some pity for the youths as there was nothing to do in the area, I was not going to allow them to lose me my job-especially after my misfortune with the nightclub job.
It was time to move on with my chores. I had spent far too long loitering along the corridor and needed to check that the old entrance doors were properly secured. I faltered as the lights dimmed, switched off completely, and then returned as full as before. I sniggered softly to myself that I had been momentarily scared, a man as big as I, standing 6'4" tall and as stocky as a prize bull. As I started off once again the lights fizzled, then popped. The corridor was as black as pitch. I rummaged around in my cavernous pockets. Where on earth was my torch? Suddenly I remembered leaving it in my black bag, back in the watchman's hut at the hospital entrance. I would have to feel my way down the corridor. It was nearly midnight and I still had several checks to do. I was not scared of the dark; but trying to find my way along unfamiliar long, lonely corridors was a trial I could do without.
Suddenly there was a loud crack and something skimmed swiftly past my ear. I lost my balance and fell to my knees. Fumbling furiously around on the floor I felt something small and hard; a stone! Those local boys! They had probably turned the power for the electric off, knowing I was inside, and had been plotting my progress in the hospital by the lights, ward by ward, corridor by corridor. They were probably daring each other to throw the stones, trying to scare me. Well it wouldn't work. I had dealt with worse than them before and I would show them the error of their ways. Scrabbling as quickly as I could to my feet, I felt for the wall with fumbling fingers and followed it along with my hands until I felt a wooden surface; a door-and a massive one at that. I knelt down to the keyhole and felt the cold night breeze on my face. I had to try several keys in the rusted old lock before it finally gave way, groaning open. I heard muffled giggles and whispering coming from the woods. I had to catch the boys quickly. As fast as lightning I tore over to the wooded area which was dimly lit by a half moon shining through the bare winter branches of the trees. The remainder of the moon was in shadow, hidden by the cloudy sky.
I saw a shadowy shape and grappled blindly for it. The shape yelped helplessly and fell to the floor; I fell flat on top of the fallen figure. The cloud lifted momentarily and I saw pure fear in eyes of a young boy, and oh how young he looked. I felt no mercy though; I had heard their whispered jibes about' Eddie'. An old rage came upon me, long forgotten yet familiar still. I took his arm, a fat, fleshy thing. I hesitated momentarily. But no! The old urge overcame me. I took a big bite of that arm, and another, and another. Hunger overtook me and I finished my meal with a voracious appetite. Contrary to popular belief, I, Eddie, had not had a human meal for many years now. The inmates had been too well cared for to get anywhere near them.
With a satisfied sigh I headed away from the shrill screams of the boys shouting for help. I would have to wait a while longer for my next tasty treat.