B.O.B (Brutal Obscene Beast)

## B.O.B (Brutal Obscene Beast) by Anthony Rose

(These 2 stories originated from 4chan's /x/ board.)

Andrew woke up with a start, he knew what had happened and his heart sank. The sound of the glass shattering downstairs had done the same to his nerves. It had come in. After weeks of watching and stalking him, the creature had finally decided to break in. The patio doors, made completely of glass, provided it with the perfect entrance. Andrew laid there in bed, in the blackness only illuminated by the small amount of clear light that the moon provided through the space between the curtains. He listened for the creature, listened to see if it was inside, secretly praying that everything would be silent. The terrifying cracking of glass under its feet confirmed his worst fear: it had finally made its way into his home.

With this crushing realization Andrew, now shaking, grabbed his titanium baseball bat and crept downstairs deeper into the darkness, determined to confront this thing once and for all; though he was secretly hoping that it would run away when it saw him as it normally did. Andrew stood at the bottom of the stairs, listening. At first, all he heard was the cracking of glass under the creature's feet, then, for the first time, he heard the creature, breathing heavily as if its throat was blocked by phlegm. The hideous creature snarled and clicked, gradually getting closer to Andrew.

Now out of the kitchen, the creature finally managed to pass the glass shards. It walked almost silently now, strangely more agile than it looked, especially considering how clumsily it ran away. Andrew realized what he had to do. He grasped his weapon tighter and... Froze, unable to move. He knew he needed to attack it, but he just couldn't. Its teeth, its eyes, its skin. Human, but not quite.

The creature was in the living room now and edging closer by the second, yet Andrew was still too terrified to move, even if it didn't have arms, this creature was the embodiment of terror to Andrew.

Andrew stood at the bottom of the stairs, shaking. He heard the creature getting ever closer, the sickening sound of its distorted breathing amplified by the almost pitch darkness. The creature was closer than ever, and Andrew had one chance to kill it, and he wasn't going to waste it. The creature stepped into the doorway to the stairs, Andrew was hidden just to the left. He swung at full force, hitting the creature in the chest with the bat. The creature staggered back, then stopped and looked at Andrew, its tiny wild eyes staring into his soul. Andrew felt a deep fear of the creature, unlike anything he had ever experienced. The creature then let out a gurgled hiss, baring all of its sickening, deformed teeth in the process.

The creature kicked him in the gut, winding him. Andrew fell to the floor in pain, unable to breathe. He rolled onto his back and scuffled up against the wall just behind him. The creature watched him until he reached the wall, at which point it walked towards him and looked down at Andrew as if it were judging him, lying there, helpless. The creature stamped on his shin, snapping the bone. Tears began to fall from Andrew's eyes, the pain so intense, he thought he was going to vomit. Andrew, now incapacitated, had nowhere to go and no way to fight. The creature placed its foot on Andrew's stomach, pressing down, ripping into his flesh with its long, dirty toenails. With the creature's foot now completely inside his stomach, Andrew started to cough blood.

Tears ran down his face. He passed out from the pain, and then passed away. The creature loomed over what was by now his bloody corpse. The creature descended its face toward Andrew's and then tore away a bloody piece of flesh from his chin, dislocating one side of his jaw in the process. The creature continued to tear and eviscerate Andrew's corpse until everything the creature could stomach had been devoured. The creature then left... Calmly. Silently. With a pure and deep hatred in its heart. The creature left, the same way it came in through the broken patio doors...

## Another Perspective on B.O.B by Anthony Rose

This was a story posted on /x/.

Hey guys, normally creepy shit doesn't happen to me, despite living in Weird NJ. I guess I can't really say that anymore, considering I've had the worst fucking week of my life. In a way, I brought all of this upon myself... but I'm getting ahead of myself. Since I've lurked /x/ for so long, it's only fair I tell you guys what happened.

My birthday was about a week ago, I just turned eighteen and I decided to fuck around and look for ghosts (I would've hung out with friends, but I wasn't in the mood to be a third wheel). If I only just sucked it up and dealt with it... Instead, I shoved my phone and a flashlight in the pockets of my hoodie and snuck out my back door.

I really didn't expect to find much, or I would've brought a proper weapon with me. I guess it's sort of dumb to think about it in retrospect. I remember glancing at the clock; it was around eleven or twelve at night when I left. It was pretty fuckin' dark because there was a new moon and I figured that I was gonna see something cool.
Now, I wasn't just walking through the forest and herp-a-derping. There's actually a pretty sketchy cemetery about a ten-minute walk from my house that's been around for the past couple of hundred years. It's also a spot that practices a "green burial", where they put the body in a bio-degradable casket and send it on its way in the dirt.

Well, my uncle owns the plot of land the cemetery is built on, and being the cheap bastard he is, he uses the same casket over and over, and most bodies end up somewhere else. I figured there must've been some ghost being pissed off about having such a shitty resting place, just roaming around the cemetery at night. I was thinking I could point 'em out to where my uncle lives, so they could haunt him. Y'know, for shits and giggles. It probably doesn't work that way, but I wasn't expecting to find something anyway.

I finally made my way there, and when I was about to go through the gate to the cemetery, I saw some humanoid gray-colored... thing in the nature trail next to the cemetery (and yes, I shit you not, my uncle thought it was a great idea to put a nature trail next to the cemetery). I was a little nervous at that point because I couldn't think of anybody other than me to be crazy enough to go to this place at night. There wasn't even a car around so whoever it was must've walked there just like I did. I shout out to this dude, thinking that it was just some stoner who just had a smoke or another ghost hunter.

Well, they didn't say anything; all I could hear was this sick wheezing sound. I thought maybe they needed help and were out of breath from running away from something, so I took a deep breath and walked down the trail. I whipped out my flashlight to light up whoever was down there only to stop dead in my tracks: whatever the fuck this thing was, it had no arms and no clothes on. Basically, I NOPEd the fuck out of there, ran the whole way home, and locked every door in my house. My mom was pretty pissed off that I snuck out and figured I was on a bad trip when I told her about the naked no-armed thing stalking by the cemetery. I didn't blame her, but I wished she would've believed me or at least humored me so I could carry around one of the Rambo knives she likes to collect.

I was still pretty shaken up; this freak of nature had to know where I lived because I didn't run that fast. I tried to rationalize it, and I remembered that I didn't see the fucker behind me, and I didn't hear that horrible wheezing sound on my way home, so I thought that I shouldn't worry about it. A couple days later, I was sleeping normally. Until I saw it again. My front door was open so my dog could go in and out of the house as she pleased. Her name is Piggy, and she's an inside dog but house-trained so she will go outside when she needs to use the bathroom. Dogs always seem to have a place where they like to shit, and her spot was smack dab in the middle of the field in front of my house.

Piggy ran outside, and a minute or so later, I heard her barking. I was a little confused because she never really barks, so I figured there must've been a stray cat around or something, so I got up to see what was happening. That damned thing was standing in the middle of the field, fixated on my dog. It had a toothy, shit-eating grin on its face and the little teeth it had in its mouth looked as if they were about to rot out. It was completely hairless and gray all over, with impossibly small eyes. I started screaming, making any kind of noise necessary to distract it from eating my beloved Piggy (who during all of this was frozen in her tracks) and its eyes dart up to meet mine.

We had this staring contest for what seemed like hours, but I'm sure it was only a few minutes. It broke the gaze and... I shit you not, began peeing on my dog. Its piss was not yellow, but a disgusting green that coated my dog's fur and it was viscous like snot. It had this horrid smell, similar to that of sulfur. I have no clue what the fuck it was, but it was on my dog and it couldn't have been a good thing. At that point, I grabbed a kitchen knife and started running at the fucker. When it saw me, it stopped pissing and ran away. I would've pursued it, but I had to check on Piggy. I was thankful that it didn't eat my dog, but peeing on her wasn't the greatest alternative.

I put on some rubber gloves and grabbed some lilac doggie shampoo to hose her down. Piggy doesn't like baths, but I'm sure she was happy to get that shit off of her.

I went to bed a few hours later, but not before locking all the doors. I didn't know what to do about it that night, so I decided not to take any more chances with that fuck, and to just go to sleep.
Now, normally Piggy sleeps with me, but that night I never felt her climb next to me and the one time I woke up, it seemed as if she was staring in the distance. I woke up and my mom was crying, telling me there was something wrong with Piggy. She was wheezing and I instantly remembered that no-armed motherfucker pissing on her the other day. But I shook it from my memory pretty quickly when I checked on my dog.

I remember she had this sad look in her eyes, and she wouldn't drink any water or even eat meat. I was scared shitless and sped to the vet, who had her stay overnight. Apparently, she contracted pneumonia, and I realized how dangerous it was.

About $1,100 in vet bills later, I drove Piggy home the next day in a horrible thunderstorm. I pulled up to my driveway and what do you know? That bastard was standing right in the middle of it. It was staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights, and I knew this was my chance. I wasn't going to fuck around. I floored my car right at it and I saw its eyes widen to two full fucking circles.

Next thing I knew, it jumped up on my car, got down, then sprinted off into the fucking woods. I missed it. The one shot I had to kill it, I missed it. I haven't slept for the past couple of days. All I can think about is this fucking freak. I've never heard of something like this before, and it doesn't seem as dumb as I thought it was. I know it's planning its next move, and I'm scared shitless as to what this fuck could do to me or my family...

I really don't know what to do, /x/. I've gotten only 10 hours of sleep this whole week, and I know I'm not going to be able to keep it up much longer. I'm scared to close my eyes... scared that as soon as I do, it'll be back, but in my room, doing God knows what. Does anyone have any experience with a creature like this? I can't stay awake forever.