Halloween Stories 2017: What the dead fear most

His heart was overwhelming his ears. Beating so loud he was sure the beast could hear it right through his chest. Suddenly the door burst open, shattering the frame into shrapnel. It was all he could do to hold back a scream. His last hope was that the creature couldn’t find him behind the false wall.

He did not need to struggle to hear the lurching steps of the titan hunting him. Every step an earthquake. Every step made it harder to hold his piss. Breath. Heavy and wet. Just through the wall now. The beast had his scent. It had him.

With the scream that only a high winding 2-stroke motor can make, the blade of the chainsaw cut straight into the grotesqueries middle before running up and out the top. Thunder rung out as the new corpse struck the floor. Dead.

“Hey ugly, leave my friends alone” she spat from behind the chainsaw. Mary flipped the kill switch, silencing her metal partner. She knocked on the wall and told him “It’s safe, this one is now... excessively dead.”