9/11 Short Stories

I didn’t stop running; I kept this up for what felt like thirty seconds at least before the overwhelming urge to cough stopped me. I attempted to grip the side of the wall before I keeled over and violently choked up more blood. Shaking, I stretched my arms out around me, praying that I would find something in this seemingly empty room that could give me some kind of relief. Something that would take away that

The next morning, the alarm buzzed noisily, the sound polluting the silence. Confused for a moment, he looked around blankly. It used to be home, but now it felt unfamiliar. There was a room at the end of the corridor, the door slightly ajar. He waited, expecting the door to open, but it never did. The area was the same as the night before, empty.

Underneath the fence, I stretched my hand through the hole to see if there was anything stopping my escape. Nothing. It was like I was dreaming. Finally, after several years being held captive, I would be free from him.

My toes were positioned on the edge of the last flight of steps in order to reach the ceiling high smoke detectors. While extending my fingers toward the battery compartment, the same right thigh that was bothering me the day before collapsed under me as I plummeted onto the cold, unyielding kitchen tile.

I met the heavy footsteps of the stranger at the door. When i opened the old creaky door i had to back up and lift my head due the fact that

I slowly open my eyes, it feels heavy, I scanned the room, it's empty and have no window at all just a small vent in the corner. Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps outside,

As I opened the door I noticed it wasn’t just me. Was I dreaming? Was this an hallucination? Was I lost? “Wait don't go in there!” said a voice. It was a little boy. Why was he here? “Am I breaking in?” “Hellooooooooo!! Is anybody there?” I yelled as I walked in. I laid there and my eyes darted back and forth. I wasn’t awake, I was just sleeping. Cold chills stretched across my body, and my eyes were so open yet closed. I was seeing everything. The sparkling scarlet blood dripped off of the table onto the white rug in the shape of feet everywhere. “You killed

I listened as I heard him lock it, his footsteps fading away as he left. I quickly sat up, looking around. The room was lit, dimly. The walls were totally white and he was right, there wasn't a single window. The only thing in the room was a bed and a mirror.

Footsteps echoed through the pitch black room, cold sweat trickled down my nose, my hands itched from the rope which tied my hands to a metal chair, and my body shook with such an uncontrollable speed. I wanted more. I didn’t understand what I wanted, but everything around me was useless, I didn’t want more. No, I needed more. When suddenly, I had felt something press into my arm. That was it. I felt incredible, the begging stopped, and I enjoyed the euphoria which I so desperately wanted minutes ago.

I just lay there in shock, I didn’t know what just happened. Everything flashed before my eyes. All I remember is standing at the top of the stairs, and then I started to get wobbly. I lost my balance, and before I knew it, I was laying at the bottom of the stairs.

In a blink of an eye, I found myself still in the ballroom, only now, I was near the stairs on the opposite end. Dazed and disoriented, I reached my hand to my head and was startled to see my arms covered with sleeves. I reached down touching my torso. My clothes had altered. My T-shirt had converted to a blue jacket, and I was wearing a suit comparable to an admiral’s. Why did my clothes always change? At least now I fit in, I thought. Instinctively I grabbed my shoulders, to my relief, I could still feel my backpack

My legs were also tied to the legs of the chair so that was no help. Darkness surrounded me, my eyes focused on the door across the room. So there was a way out, well yeah, I should have figured that out I mean how did I get in this room? I thought, grinning. “ERK,” the door opened. A man, no older than his mid-20’s stepped in. Behind the door there was no light, now I was confused.

As soon as we got upstairs we slowed to a walk. I slid on the wood almost falling.

I moved swiftly and quietly, hoping that I’d be able to make it to the tree, climb up, and get to my room through the window without them noticing.

I headed into the house. It was a Victorian style, nicely decorated. I wandered what job the husband had but pushed the thought away before I started up the stairs to the attic. They were creepy steps, extremely steep and creaked when you stepped on the wooden planks. When I neared the top, I braced myself for the sight, but the impact never came. I guess I expected to see lots of blood but at first I didn’t see anything until I turned the light on. Light