Free The Dark Horde by Brewin Page B

remember Vincent going off at them for the idea and leaving in a huff. Bruce, Aaron and Jason went back to Aaron’s place after that, numb by the day’s events... And kept drinking.
    And now he’d woken on his mate’s couch to find half his face clawed off and blood all over himself. Fuck!
    Bruce scanned the darkened room and spotted a light switch next to the doorway opposite.
    Fuck, he needed a glass of water.
    Beyond the doorway lay a short carpeted hall to the rest of the house.
    With some effort, he sat up and yawned.
    Then he heard a squelching sound from down the hallway. It ended as suddenly as it began.
    Bruce felt the hair on his neck bristle from the chill of fear. He felt simultaneous needs to piss and vomit.
    The squelching sound came again, this time longer, ending with a slopping thump. It seemed to be coming from Aaron’s room.
    What the fuck is that?
    Nature’s demands took control of Bruce’s senses and he rushed into the hallway seeking the toilet. Trying to ignore the sound coming from down the hallway, he opened the first door on his right. He closed the door behind him and sighed with relief as he disgorged his bladder. He pondered sticking fingers down his throat to get rid of the alcohol still in his stomach, but decided he didn’t feel as bad as that.
    He then went through the sliding side door into the bathroom. Finding a light switch first, he grabbed a glass from the bathroom bench and filled it under the tap. He saw how bloody his hands were and looked up at the mirror.
    A pale face presented itself, streaked with blood from his scratches, his eyes swimming in blood-tinged sockets.
    What was he going to say to Aaron?
    As he turned the tap off, he again heard rhythmic squelching, this time accompanied by a louder slapping.
    I don’t remember Aaron picking up last night! Wow, that’s a first!
    Bruce sculled his glass of water and poured himself another.
    Now the sound was accompanied by strange deep grunts that did not sound human.
    Bruce shivered and spilt his water.
    Then the phone rang in the lounge and Bruce jumped, spilling more water.
    The phone echoed through the house, causing the sounds from Aaron’s room to cease.
    I’m fucked if I’m going to answer that.
    The phone kept ringing, as the noises down the hallway resumed.
    Oh shit, I better go see what the hell that is.
    Bruce stepped back into the hallway and noticed a potent stench that didn’t seem to be of alcohol or cigarettes. It smelt like something rotten. The squelching and slapping continued, as did the animalistic groans.
    Shit, maybe I should just leave.
    The phone stopped ringing as the sound of crashing objects came from the lounge behind him. Mercifully, most of the lounge was out of view.
    Fuck! Now what do I do? The front door’s that way!
    Bruce hesitated in the hallway. The sounds in the lounge stopped but not the wet sounds from Aaron’s room.
    Just stop thinking about it and go see what it is, you bloody pussy!
    As Bruce crept to Aaron’s door, he saw it was slightly ajar. His trembling hand pushed it open on squeaky hinges...
    The door pushed aside the lurking shadows to reveal a scene of sickening slaughter. Aaron’s eviscerated corpse lay strewn over the bed and surrounding floor, dripping entrails hung out like decorations. Splashes of blood and the stench of decay saturated the room. Before closed and blood-splattered curtains stooped a hairy beast in a pose of the basest horror. In colossal claws it held Aaron’s decapitated head, rhythmically thrusting its erect member into a bloody socket. The horrifying sound it made was now dampened by the sound of its demonic bestial laughter.
    It paused to meet Bruce’s dumbstruck gaze with malice. It laughed again and licked its slavering lips before resuming its necrophilic task.
    The hallway creaked behind Bruce. He turned to face the huge chest of another of the demons. Its bulk towered over him as its arms swiftly enveloped him.
    The last thing he