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Adorable Humans Four horror stories by H.C. Andersen.

Table of contents.

The Dead Man.

You feed him using a spoon.

The food is in the refrigerator, next to the bed.

One bag a day is more than enough.

Every Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday

he needs his pills.

They're in the small cupboard in the bathroom.

They're sorted by day. There's a chart next to them.

It's important you follow it carefully.

And remember gloves.

That includes when you're changing the bandages,

which you do today. That's every Wednesday.

Remember the gloves. - I'll remember the gloves.

Here we are.

He's in the living room.

Don't bother going upstairs or into other rooms.

Thank you.

Hello. I'm the new care worker.

Hello?

Hello?

Hi. My name is Jonas.

I'm here to help you through the day.

I'll just grab your arm for a second.

It's disgusting to keep people artificially alive like that.

Ok, but who'd be responsible for doing it.

- Stop it. - You can't go in as a doctor,

that's completely fucked.

Why do you have to be so correct all the time?

Just say what you really think.

Sure, I think that you're a great big idiot.

Fuck off.

Euthanasia ought to be a gift from the city when you hit 80.

Happy birthday. Off with your head.

I've invited Sofie to join tonight. Hope that's cool.

- Who's Sofie? - Yeah, Benny, who's Sofie?

Shut up, that was one time. And it's a long time ago.

That's Sofie. She killed her own mother.

- What? - Hey.

- Fucking asshole. - Hi!

Hi.

- Hi, Jonas. - Sofie.

- Nice to meet you. - So, who wants Snaps?

- Yeah, Snaps. - Snaps!

You ok?

- Yeah. - Goddammit. Sorry.

Thanks.

- We'll switch shirts. - No, we don't need to.

I insist. I'm really sorry.

Here you go.

- There you go. - Thanks.

No.

- What? - She's really sweet,

but she's crazy.

Just leave it alone.

But maybe you're her type. Big boy!

- So gallant. - Yeah.

A young woman shouldn't walk home alone at night.

- Open your mouth. - What?

Open your mouth.

I don't smoke.

- Your have a really nice place. - Be still.

Look at that. You're bleeding on my clothes.

Sorry.

“Sorry”.

Are you always this polite?

Uhm, I don't know.

I guess I like to make people feel good.

I try to treat people right.

Maybe that's why you want to be a doctor.

So you can save us all.

I haven't thought about it that way.

Of course you have.

Come on. - Well, uhm

I'd like to help where I can.

I want to help where I can. - Ok.

Noble as I am.

You're very naive.

But, you're also very sweet.

Yeah. I am.

Sofie?

Sofie?

Sofie?

Ah, for fuck's sake.

Vibeke - Care Worker.

See you in 30min.

Goddammit.

Under control.

And you and Benny? How long have you known each other?

Five-six years, I think.

We met at a concert. We go to a lot of the same shows.

But that's not what you're asking, is it?

You're asking if we hooked up. Isn't that what you want to know?

- No. - That's not it?

Fuck's sake!

You do have it in you.

Know what I like?

No.

I like you.

Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry, I'll help. I'll help you.

Sorry. Sorry, I'll help you.

It's Sofie. You don't have to leave a...

Jonas

help...

The Story of a Mother.

I just don't feel like they're helping.

It's as if I can't feel anything, when I take them.

I feel

empty.

- I'm very sorry. - It's alright.

Based on what you're saying, I recommend we up your dosage

from 20 milligrams to 40.

I can't really feel joy or

sadness.

But isn't that better than feeling sad?

Mom. There isn't any food.

Can you order us some? Your choice.

There's no breakfast, either.

Or toilet paper or anything.

- Can you go to the store? - But it's your turn. You said you'd go.

Ok. Did I?

- I'll do it... - No, no, it's fine.

I'll do it. I need some air.

Ok.

Don't forget to take me to the bus tomorrow morning.

Hello?

Are you alright?

Are you on heart medication?

Alarm center, what's your emergency?

Someone has had a heart attack at Strandvejen 57.

Send an ambulance. It's happened very recently.

Lukas.

No.

Lukas!

Lukas! Lukas!

Lukas!

What's happened?

Mom, are you alright?

Yes. I'm fine.

You sure?

Of course.

Is it alright with you if I do something quick and easy for dinner?

Yeah.

Remember to drive me to to the bus at 7.

Maj.

Shit!

Go away.

I couldn't get out.

- I'm... - Can you please just leave?

- I'll make it up to you. - How?

I'll drive you.

Mom?

What's happened? What is it, Lukas?

38 Danish school children killed in bus accident in Norway.

I can't feel anything.

You just need to relax.

It'll be alright.

- Think so? - Yes.

You're in a process of grief.

When it's over, you'll feel better, but before that you get very sad.

So sad, that you can feel empty inside.

- I'm not sad. - It is possible to feel

so much sadness, that you can't feel anything.

It's like I've lost something.

Inside me.

Just relax.

Do you think I'll meet dad?

I mean

when I die.

I thought beef was your favourite.

My favourite dish is lasagne.

Do you want me to make you lasagne?

No.

It smells empty.

You have to eat something.

- But, it has no taste. - Eat!

Try again.

I'm sorry.

I can't find anything wrong with his throat.

- Maybe he needs another endoscopy. - Yeah.

- Or some further blood testing. - Maybe.

Have you considered that it might psychosomatic?

He just lost his father. And now his friends.

How would you feel?

I'll show you what's wrong with him.

Drink.

Look.

It's trauma response.

Don't lecture me on the ramifications of trauma.

He needs to be hospitalized. Immediately.

He needs nourishment, and he needs it now.

Now I've said it.

Thanks for your help, Peter.

Good to see you.

You look much better today.

I'm still empty.

You'll get better.

It hurts.

Like something's missing.

But still, I can't feel anything.

It'll pass.

Why didn't you just let me take the bus?

Don't say that.

That's why I feel like this.

It's your fault. - That's not true.

I want to die.

- Lukas. - I want to die.

Mom! I want to die!

You need to relax, Lukas. You have to relax. Stop it!

Stop! - Mom, I want to die.

Mom, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die...

Just let me die. Let me die, mom.

I want to die. I want to die. I want to die...

- You'll feel better in a bit. - I want to die. I want to die...

Won't you please let me die?

Please.

Help me.

I'm sorry.

Sit down. It's going to be alright.

It'll pass.

Everything's going to be alright.

Mom...

Hi, honey.

You're lively today, huh?

Mom...

I can't hear you, just a sec.

Set me free.

No.

- Let me go. - I don't know how.

- Let go, mom. - I can't.

Yes, you can.

You're on your way.

No...

No.

as Death took her child into the unknown.

The Snow Queen.

Gerda!?

There you are.

You ok? - Beers in a bit, right?

- Yeah, sounds great. - Yes.

- Have you had a look around. - Mmm.

- In the fields? - Yes. They're nice.

- I got this one. - Put them on top of each other.

- Ok, stop stop. Fuck it's heavy. - There's a handle. Take the handle.

- Thanks, that was sweet of you. - Thanks. See you.

- Take care, assholes. - See you.

- Soon. - Yeah yeah, soon.

You alright?

Yes.

- You're not regretting, are you? - No.

I'm not going to regret this.

That's good.

I think this is just what we need.

Yeah.

Yes it is, honey. - Ok.

For anxiety and depression. 1 tablet, evening.

I don't think the heat is on.

Oh, darnit.

I'll fix it tomorrow. Come here.

I don't deserve someone like you.

Do you know that? - Stop.

You are

the prettiest girl in all of the kingdom.

You are.

No.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Ok.

By evening, they heard the Lord God walking in the garden

and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God

amongst the trees of the garden.

And the Lord God called unto Adam, Where art thou?

I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid,

because I was naked; And I hid myself.

And he said, Who told thee that thou wast naked?

Hast thou eaten of the tree,

whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?

And Adam said, The woman whom thou gavest to be with me,

she gave me of the tree, and I did eat.

And the Lord God said unto the woman, What is this that thou hast done?

And the woman said

The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat. DID YOU FORGET ABOUT ME?!

The man and woman had eaten from the tree of life,

which meant that they no longer

could live as worriless children.

Unto the woman he said,

I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception;

In sorrow thou shalt bring forth children

and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.

RADIO: This morning a terrible accident took place in Norway,

as a bus full of Danish children crashed during a school excursion.

38 children have lost their lives in the accident.

Since early morning rescue personel have been

searching the crash site for survivors...

That'll be 164.

Have a nice day. - You too.

Hi, Gerda.

What are you doing here?

Since you're not responding, I figured I had to come to you.

- You can't just come here. - Why not?

So you did end up out here after all.

Yeah.

Come.

- What do you want? - What do you think?

You can't just come here.

You have to leave now.

- Stop. - Yeah.

Where the hell have you been?

Where have you been?

Do you know who that is?

- Don't go out there. - Why can't I go out there?

- Please, just don't. Kaj. - Stop it.

Can we help you with something?

Is it Halloween or are you doing role playing or something?

My mirror.

Ok.

Have... have you seen

my mirror?

No, I don't know what mirror you're talking about.

Is there someone we can call, who's able to help you?

Or something?

Come in, then we'll figure out where you belong.

- Honey. - Right?

Will you make a cup of cocoa, and see if we have something to eat?

A cup of cocoa?

Yes.

Sure.

What mirror are you talking about?

The mirror... wherein I am

beautiful.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you've come in vain.

I don't know where it is.

I don't know.

Try it.

It's completely...

- Have you tried calling him? - He's not picking up.

I've called him a thousand times.

Kaj!?

Directly to his machine. It's... fuck it.

The fuck are you doing?

It's nothing.

Can you give me a lift to Nørrebro?

- Where are you going? - I'm visiting my aunt.

- Your hippie aunt? - Just give me a lift, man.

Mirror. Where's the mirror?

Aunty Toothache.

- You've written before, right? - Yeah.

I mean...

It'll come to me.

It's just nerves, I guess.

You've got the melodies sorted, right?

Yes, of course.

- Can't you just write something, then? - Scott, that's not how it works.

Benny, it's fair that you're having trouble writing.

You're new in the band, the pressure's on,

you want to do something cool.

We all want to do something cool, right?

Normally I'd say, hey, take your time,

but we're recording in two weeks, so we need to get going.

So it kinda sucks, if you're not tapping into it.

Listen, I'll get something written, ok.

Otherwise I'll just write something.

- Stop it, Scott, it's... - It's not that fucking hard.

Just let him get into the process.

There's plenty of time. It's supposed to be difficult.

Otherwise, what's the fucking point?

Notice of eviction due to lack of study activity.

Hey Rockstar. Isn't it time we hung out?

I'm heading out for a beer with Kasper and his kid brother tonight.

Wanna join?

Sofie, I don't know what the fuck is happening to me.

Shut up, you've written lots of lyrics before,

what's this shit?

I just wanna write something

that you can feel.

You're afraid you can't live up to their standard.

That's it. - I don't know, I mean...

It's also...

It's like it's also something to do with me.

It's like this sludge, that just clings to...

How are things going with that new musical group you joined?

It's going pretty well. They've welcomed me in.

Is it noisy stuff again?

Yeah, it's kinda gritty.

- So there's no money in it? - Stop it, Fridolin.

What? It's a sensible question.

No, it won't make me a millionaire, dad.

That's not what I asked.

I asked if there was any money in it.

Didn't you say it's a big famous band?

Will you please stop it?

- It's not about money. - Right.

There's something I have to ask you.

I have to move out October first.

- From the dorm? - Yes.

- Did they throw you out? - About time.

I was thinking I might move in here.

Till I figure out what's gonna happen.

Yeah, well I mean of course you can...

- Benny, how old are you? - Stop it...

- How old are you? - Stop.

- How old are you?! - You know how old I am.

He's thirty two.

Thiry two.

You're a grown man.

You muster up, and you get by on your own.

- Fucking just say no! - Will you please stop!

Benny, you and your fucking amateur racket.

Do you get played on P3? (National Radio station)

Huh?

Do you get played on The Voice? (outdated pop radio station)

No.

Welcome to reality, Benny.

It costs money. That means you work.

Listen, this might be the biggest chance I'll ever get.

Of course I have to go for it. - Maybe we shouldn't get involved

in how Benny chooses to live his life.

No, by all means, let's just let him do as he usually does.

He can live here till he's fifty.

And then he'll end up like your sister.

Ok.

By the way, I was supposed to say hi

from Mille.

- Have you seen Mille? - Yeah.

- How's she doing? - She's doing well.

Benny, let me give you a piece of advice.

And you can give my regards to Mille,

and then pass it on to her.

You need to get your shit together.

Plan. Organize. Implement. Repeat.

- Yeah? - Hi, Mille.

Hi, Benny. Come on in.

- Hey. - Hi, Benny.

Want some tea?

Yes, please.

Go sit, I'll be right there.

Spiritquenchers.

So you haven't written anything?

No.

Every time I sit down to write, it's like my head is full of shit.

I'm not sure it was a good idea to join that band.

Oh, stop it.

This is what you've always dreamed of.

Yes, it is, but I don't know if I can deliver on their level.

- This is what you want, isn't it? - Yes.

Yes.

Remember what your parents used to call me?

- Auntie Toothache. - Yeah.

And do you remember why? - Because you gave me a lot of candy.

- I didn't give you any candy. - Yeah, you did.

I taught you, that you have to put in some effort

if you want to achieve something. Have you forgotten that?

You have to want this, Benny.

If you're half as determined, as you were getting a gummy bear

when you were twelve, then I'm sure you'll find a way.

Ouch.

In order for others to feel something, you have to feel something yourself.

Do you have any plants in that cave you dwell in?

Just the one you gave me a few months ago,

but that's probably dead by now.

Take her home with you.

Place her close to a window,

and she'll cleanse the air.

From all the shit that's there.

That which you see as well as that which you cannot see.

And stop smoking!

She's a seed of a virtuous garden.

Who got lost in the wind of a hurricane.

Lookng for a God.

Oh fuck.

Nick.

David. - Thanks.

- Benny. - Yeah.

I mean, we...

What?

You monkey see, monkey do,

you're always doing what they tell you to.

I'll never be a slave to your lies,

go ahead and bury me,

and bury me with the flies.

Come on.

It's fucking better than nothing.

Sorry, but it's...

- Do you have anything better? - I have some ideas and

some parts, but... - You need to figure something out.

You've written cool lyrics before.

Can we please just play?

Listen, what the fuck are we gonna do?

We've got one week? - Yeah. Easy now.

Can you please get on the field here, Benny.

I don't know what the hell is going on, it hurts.

- Yes, it's supposed to hurt. - No. It hurts.

I have a toothache. - Toothache? Fuck your toothache.

Benny, that's fine, I'm sorry you're in pain.

My asshole bleeds for you. Sincerely.

But you need to fucking get it together.

- But he has a toothache. - Shut up, Nick.

Yes, Sofie, but I don't know what to write about.

What the fuck do I know about anything?

What have I experienced?

Didn't you go see that aunt of yours?

Isn't she your go to for inspiration?

- She gave me a house plant. - You're fucking kidding me.

I think I need a new muse.

A younger model. - You need to get laid, Benny.

What...

What's going on with you and Jonas?

I think we're just...

Benny.

Benny.

You want some candy?

- Benny! Come, we're going out. - No, I'm not going.

So you're a poet.

A poet of grief.

I will pin you on all the meters of pain.

I am mightier than poetry.

Mightier than all these pale notions carved in marble.

I am older than all of them.

I don't know what to do.

- You seem frightened. - I am.

What are you afraid of?

It's just writer's block.

There's this woman.

- Woman? - Yes. She...

She appears every time I try to write.

That sounds saucy.

- She torments me. - Toments you, no less?

I've always loved your imagination, Benny.

I remember that time you described your parents' house.

- Remember? - Yeah...

Yeah, I remember what you told me. - What did I tell you?

You said that

my writing was too descriptive.

That I should

add some life to it.

Humans.

Adorable humans.

Preferably miserable.

Best advice I've ever gotten.

Do you feel the tea?

- I feel something, yeah. - Drink up.

- What is it? - Magic potion.

It's tea, Benny.

With a little extra.

We're gonna try something.

What is it you want? - What?

Write down what you want to achieve in as few words as possible.

Do it now.

Yeah, ok.

ORIGINAL LYRICS. - Write down your goal.

Then remove all of the vowels.

There.

Remove all duplicate letters. Just keep the first ones.

Now take that row and assemble them into a symbol.

There's no right or wrong way to do it.

You can rotate them, mirror them. Some parts can be big, some small.

It's about the process. You just have to relax your body and open up.

- Mille. - Yes?

I think I got it.

Now paint your sigil. Fill the entire paper.

- My what? - Paint it.

Now.

Shit, what the hell have you given me?

- I told you, magic potion. - Magic potion?

Take of your shoes.

Mille?

- Come. - What's happening?

We're just gonna try something.

What are you doing?

But, Aunt Mille.

Just relax and stop resisting.

What are you doing?

Just let your body take control.

Just let go.

Let go.

Just relax.

Look at it! Look at it!

Yeah, that molar is completely dead.

The gums around it seem very agitated.

I'm worried there might be an infection underneath.

Ok?

Maybe the smartest thing is to just pull it out.

Yeah, ok, pull the fucker.

- You sure? - Yes, I'm tired of this.

- Do you want an an aesthetic? - Yes.

- Why do you even ask about that? - There are actually a lot of people

who don't want an an aesthetic. - Oh.

I think a lot of people just want to save the extra charge...

Please open a bit more. And then...

Yeah, it's a good one. Yes.

But I think many want to test themselves.

Particularly when it comes to pain.

Sometimes it's really obvious that the anaethetic isn't working,

but instead of saying it, some people just

prefer to bite the bullet.

I guess it's like tattoos and stuff like that.

If it hurts a little, you can really appreciate it.

There we go.

It's a big sucker.

What the hell is that?

There's something...

Open up a bit.

How the hell did you get this stuck underneath your tooth?

A gummy bear?

You have to remember to floss.

It's Sofie. You don't have to leave a message.

I won't be checking it.

Ouch! There you are.

Where've you been?

Listen, I'm trying to write, can you move over?

Sit over there.

Goddamn.

Oh shit, I need to find my pencil.

Ouch!

Aw, for fuck's sake.

You like that, huh?

Want some?

- Let's see. Yeah. - You cool?

Let's try it.

Let's do it.

How was that?

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