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Illustration by KKC Bauder The DeathZone
Illustration by
KKC Bauder

The DeathZone is nowhere. It's nothing… it's a no-man's zone… it doesn't exist like everything else does. It is a glitch in reality. The very threads of earth is the DeathZone and can only be found with the Crystal of Hathor. If you obtain this crystal, you can enter and exit the DeathZone at will. Not that you would ever go in, right. . .?

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Peter anxiously opened the box he had found in his great-great-great grandparents attic. How had this huge box gotten there? He flung open the trunk, as the hinges crumbled and in it was a faint glow. He reached down and picked up the glowing crystal. 'Crystal of Hathor' it said in gold slices. He played with it, eventually deciding it was his. Family heirloom, of course. He looked at the shining heart of it and felt the blue light flow around him. Then, words appeared:

If you enter Hathor, exit you might not,
For there are battles to be fought,
And monsters to rot,
If you enter Hathor, exit you might not.

There are wars to be won,
Two to become one,
Settling the rising sun,
There are wars to be won.

There are adventures to be taken,
Dead to waken,
Prizes to be forsaken,
There are adventures to be taken.

In the DeathZone, where the dead live,
There is nothing to take, nothing to give,
Where there's only certain, only positive,
Where life's price is so expensive,
Oft repeated phrases so offensive,
Ashes floating o'er the home of the deceased,
In the DeathZone, where the dead live.

Peter looked at the odd thing and wondered what the DeathZone was. He waved it around and suddenly a slit formed in the air. It was just. . .there! The background behind it was an attic, but a huge cut was in front of him. It was like a picture of an attic that had been cut open. He stretched the thing wide open, eyeing the swirling mist that lie inside.

He poked his head in and he fell through screaming.


Down, he went.

Down, down, down, down. . . . . .

Dark. The large pit he was in was dark. It was darker than a black fish at the bottom of the Black Sea with the sun blocked out. He stopped falling and he fell onto something soft. He got up, rubbed his eyes and looked around. Nothing but black. He then fell to his knees as he felt a sharp pain in his neck and his eyes rolled over.

He woke up in aching, throbbing, dull agony. His head was heavy and his joints were on fire. He attempted to get upright and immediately wished he hadn't. He vomited all over the ground. He wearily tested his wobbly legs and eventually felt a little better. He stood up in the dark, still on something soft. How did he get that pain in his neck?

"It soff mey!" said a muffled voice.

"What?" called Peter. The voice grew clearer.

"Git boff say!" it screamed.

Peter stood up.

"Get off me!" said the person under him.

Suddenly, a flame flared and flickered and fire burned and crackled. Horrid laughter rang everywhere. Then, the body under him shone in the light and it was a dead and ugly goblin.

"I tried to get you off me by hitting you in the neck!" the long-dead thing said.

"Come here!" The pit was bright now and Peter spied a ladder. He quickly scampered up it.

"Hejr Gert!" swore the goblin (In Dead-language). Then, Peter saw he was in a cave that stretched far, far away. In the torch-lit area, he saw a crowd of the ugliest, nastiest, most putrid faces he had ever seen. And those eyes, those eyes held no life. They were blank.

I'm in a place for dead people, thought Peter. They're lifeless. The cold, disgusting moving corpses were all screaming and laughing at the sight of the boy.

"Let's eat 'im!" screamed one.

"Yeah!" agreed another.

They twisted their green faces and ran to their meal. Peter sprinted for his life. He ran until he could no more, ribs ready to explode, lungs gasping for a breath.

He got in a small corner of darkness and hid. When he came to his senses, he was in front of the tallest zombie sitting on the throne. King, he pondered. Blackness eating at the corners of his eyes, he saw one dead thing begging.

"May we eat him, King?"

"No," the King said. "First we give him two hours to run and hide. When he is conscious, We give chase like it says in the DeathZone Bible. Then, we eat."

One zombie eyed Peter.

"He's awake!" it exclaimed. The king had very long white hair and tied into the end, a large stone. He pirouetted like a ballerina and the stone cracked Peter's nose like the stone that felled Goliath.


Peter awoke. Dead people gathered around him. The King, not giving any attention to Peter's recuperation, declared, "You have two hours! Then we chase."

Peter, using all the strength he could muster, jogged weakly down the cave that seemed to last forever. He crept into a little corner and slipped into a slumber.

He woke up refreshed. I have to survive, he thought. He rushed through the caverns until he saw a shadowy wall. End of the cave. He nestled in and stayed. Minutes later, steps approached.

"Your time was up a long time ago," a sharp voice said.





They stepped in the puddle Peter had stepped in previously! About seven more steps until they discovered him. Each one rattled his bones.

Step One.

Step Two.

Step Three.

Step Four.

Step Five.

Step Six.

Step Seven.

"Bye-bye!" screamed a goblin with bravado.

Peter whipped out the Crystal of Hathor. He fought. Slice, cut, jab. The dead things were dropping. Finally, bodies scattered all over the floor, Peter stood. But dead things can't die. They morphed back together, some that were split in half molding together again.

Idiot, thought Peter. Why didn't I think of this before? He slit the air and crawled through the cut. Hello, home. He sat in the attic, resting. It was over.

The End

But It wasn't over. A man who was evil wanted the Crystal. He was a reporter for Supernatural Daily and stepped up the stairs. He burst in the door, fighting Peter.

"What are you doing?" asked Peter as he struggled.

"Are you kidding? If I show people this, I'll be rich! I saw you jump through the air as I was driving by."

The fight lasted for hours. The man grabbed Peter's wrist. Peter cut a slice in the air.

"You want to see DeathZone?" he yelled.

The man tripped and fell in the cut. Peter jammed the Crystal of Hathor in the trunk he got it out of.

It stayed there many years later. Years. But not forever. But that's a different story. Peter saw the man tumbling, falling down to the DeathZone. What it was or is or will be, and saw him fading, fading away....

The End

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Gage About the Author: Gage

Gage is a talented 15-year-old author from Florida who began writing for Phoophie Tales at the age of 12. In his free time, he enjoys acting, video games, reading and writing stories. What inspires Gage is reading other great horror stories and wanting to make his own to inspire others.

about the illustrator, kkc bauder

About the Artist:

KKC is a second generation artist from Texas. She was raised on abstract expressionism and loves playing with line, color and motion to create free-form paintings that can be interpretated in many different ways. Her work is inspired by Music and Literature. You can visit her art shop at: Cool Unique Original Art | apparel & gifts

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