Attention Aspiring Horror film Makers....

This story is called The Pigman Massacre it was written by me. I would like someone to read this story and make a short film based off of it and post it to You tube with the title of the video called The Pig Man Massacre (The Movie)

                                                                                 The Pig Man Massacre

  The moon shone overhead as a homeless man rested his skull against a tree in the forest near the Sullivan's farm house. The bum closed his eyes and soon he smelled a rancid pig type smell. He smelled like pig manure and pig musk. A horrible creature wearing blue, overalls, stood over the bum. The creature had a flabby yet powerful body and a pig head. It snarled as it glared at the bum with his red eyes. The pig man revved up his chainsaw and the bum screamed.

  The blade of the chainsaw ripped through the bum’s rib cage. The blood poured from the mouth and chest of the bum while the blade broke ribs and sliced through tissue.  Blood splattered all over the ground, hog man’s face and all over the pig man’s clothes. The bum stared vacant eyed up at his murderer. The pig man stomped through the dark forest as his chainsaw roared and rumbled in his hands. He wandered onto the Sullivan’s property. Inside the farmhouse lived blind Aunt Mary, Sean and his daughter Grace.

  Grace sat on her aunt’s lap. ‘’I can smell its foul stench,’’ Aunt Mary said.

  ‘’What are you talking about Aunt Mary,’’ Grace said.

  ‘’The pig man,’’ Aunt Mary said.

  ‘’Mary, I don’t think that story is appropriate,’’ Sean said.

                                                                                            

    ‘’Who’s the Pig man aunt, Mary?’’

  ‘’He was a deformed creature, who was born to an ostracized woman on the edge of town, after her sister placed a curse on her.’’

   ‘’That’s enough, Mary,’’ Sean interrupted his sister.

  ‘’I want to hear the story daddy,’’ Grace pleaded.

  ‘’It’s past your bedtime young lady.’’

  ‘’Goodnight Aunt Mary,’’

  ‘’Goodnight Grace,’’

  ‘’Good night daddy,’’

  ‘’Goodnight pumpkin,’’

  Sean bent down and hugged and kissed his daughter. He kissed Grace on the cheek and the seven year old scampered off to bed. Sean looked at his sister as she reclined in her rocking chair.

‘’I wish you wouldn’t fill Grace’s head full of crazy stories about the Pig man, she’s very impressionable you know,’’ Sean said.

  ‘’I might be sightless, Sean but if you don’t believe in the Pig man you’re the one who’s blind,’’ Mary said.

  ‘’I can’t listen to this I’m going to bed, goodnight.’’

  ‘’Goodnight,’’

  Sean climbed up the stairs and climbed into bed. The front door swung open and Mary called out ‘’who’s, there,’’

  The overwhelming stench of the Pig man’s odor offended Mary’s nostrils at once. ‘’Pig man, you’ve, come back for me,’’

  ‘’Oink, oink,’’

  The Pig man revved his chainsaw as Mary screamed. The Pig man sliced off Mary’s right arm. Blood spurted out of Mary’s empty arm stump. ‘’Soo Wee,’’ The Pig man snorted.

  His squeals were high pitched but his voice was unbelievably deep and guttural. The Pig man sliced through Mary’s stomach until he severed the woman in half. Both halves of Aunt Mary fell to the floor and the Pig man threw down his chainsaw and quickly began chomping on Aunt Mary’s entrails. Grace bounced down the steps. Half way down she froze when she saw the horrible Pig man gaze up at her with his glowing, red eyes. His mouth glistened with blood and the pig’s skin looked greasy.

  ‘’Little lamb, so tender and mild, ripe for the slaughter, soo wee,’’ The Pig man howled and also oink oinked. The Pig man grabbed his chainsaw and revved it up. The pig man chased the terrified and wide eyed, little girl up the steps while he wielded his chainsaw. Sean popped out of his bedroom brandishing a shotgun. ‘’Adios motherfucker,’’ Sean said in a matter of fact way. Sean squeezed the trigger of his shotgun and he caught the hideous creature right between the eyes.

  The Pig man’s brains flew all over the walls and the carpet upstairs in the Sullivan home. This occurred after the Pig man’s head exploded. The Pig man’s body fell to the floor in a lifeless heap. The shotgun still smoked in Sean’s hand as did the gooey brains of the Pig man. Grace ran and hugged her daddy.

  ‘’Daddy I thought you got rid of your shotgun because Aunt Mary said guns were unsafe,’’ Grace said.

  ‘’Sweetheart the only thing that protected you from that monster lying on the floor tonight was daddy’s gun,’’ Sean argued.

  Grace looked at the bloody and headless carcass lying on the floor and shook her head. ‘’You got that right daddy,’’ Grace muttered as a chill danced up and down her tiny spine.