Short Days Ago, By Kenneth Mckenzie

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

I covered my mouth to keep it shut and not say anything. He was wearing black boots and black pants. I could see him running towards the open window in a hurry. Maybe he thought i jumped out or something. He began to run towards the stairs. “He’s leaving” i whispered… But there was no answer, I realized that the call was cut. The man was stepping down the stairs… when all of a sudden there was a loud ringtone coming from my hand. There was then a panic in my heart. The man rushed back into my room and entered, There was a moment of silence when all i could see was the man’s black boots staring straight at my eyes. When suddenly there was a powerful pull dragging me out of the bed. Closing my eyes all i could feel is was extrucenary pain all over my body, every second. I reached out for anything near by so I could at least fight. I felt something from the tip of my fingers. I got a grip of something and swung as hard as I could, I hit him hard. The man fell back. I opened my eyes and there he was, Lying on the ground. Weak and hurt i got up and slowly started walking out of my room and down the stairs. My whole body hurt it was hard to move. I heard the man start to get up, I was terrified. I decided to walk to the basement door to try and hide. I remembered the small door that was in the basement. And went gently to open the door. Weak and in pain I was able to get down the old sketchy stairs and move some boxes to open the door. I opened the door. On the other side was a little room. It was dark and had a little bit of light coming from the outside. Maybe the moon light from the outside. I sat on the small corner of the room.I wrapped my arms around my body to try and stay warm. It was quiet for a second. Until I heard the basement door slam open. The man's foot steps were loud and you could tell he wasn't very happy. I could easily read exactly where he was. He was looking for me,

I sat there patiently waiting for the man to leave, while i sat there i could feel blood dripping down my face. I could even feel my fist hitting the mans face again, each knuckle pressing against his bony face and feeling the creaking of his jaw. Then i came back to reality, My face blood red and being scared to the bone. Terrified of the man finding where i hid.

The stream I lay next too was crystal clear with small little fish swimming in the water. "were am I" I wonder, scratching my head as I slowly stand up. As I look around I begin to squint my eyes, this place is not were I was before I blacked out. The trees were almost pure white with black leaves on each large branch. I had never seen anything like it. "someone was here" I think. There is a small hut built into the side of a huge bolder. There was a small light coming from inside the hut but I dare not go anywhere near that just incase it was the creature that was chasing me from home. I begin to waddle away from were I lay however as soon as I try to make an attempt to get away I hear the creak of a door swinging open and a loading of a gun. The bullet locking into the chamber was as quiet as a pin drop yet sounded like a jackhammer slamming into the ground at full force. As I began to break into a sprint I hear the loud bang of the gun releasing the bullet into the air. Before my foot hits the ground I am thrown to the ground writhing in pain. I look down at my ankle and what I see makes me want to throw up. Before I can examine my wound further I black out.

It was a bright sunny summer day when I stepped outside of my friend’s house. As I hopped on my bike and began to pedal, harder than usual, I began to groan as I peered down at my front tire and saw that it was flat. So then I jumped off my bike and grumply began to walk home. As I was walking I noticed something unusual, two men in suits, one in front and one behind me and as I began to think of a way out of this terrifying mess, a black van pulled drove up screeching against the side of the curb with its wheels and before I knew it the same men following me had put a black bag over my head and they tossed me in the van.

The room I was in was a cell and there was blood stains all over the walls. Then the floor was covered in bones and flesh that was rotting. I then realized I was hanging from the ceiling I was attached by a thick leather rope. I heard footsteps and my heart stopped. It was the man but he had a mask a mime mask. He held one thing in each hand one was a key the other was a long sharp knife. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t shock had overwhelmed me and all I could do is stare. He slowly opened the door and said with a sigh “I am sorry for such harsh conditions but it has to be done, you see I need your body for my collage”. Then he took the knife and dug it into my shoulder slowing the pain was unbearable. He was carving my cutting me to shreds I cried in agony and pain then he stopped he forcefully jabbed the knife into my collarbone and chuckled “Be right back don’t go anywhere”. He strood of comly singing the phantom of the

with a pound in my chest i darted as fast as i could with them close behind . i had to find a way to get away. i turned abruptly down an alley and hid. as they dashed past the alley i crept out slowly to be cautious . suddenley somthing seized my arm i saw a red and blue lights and everything went black. i awoke not knowing the time were i was or anything . i was scared suddenly i heard a voice a deep husky voice asking how i got in to this horrible place my vision started to become clear realizing i was in a dark cold cell i asked the strange voice who he was he i heard footsteps slowly walking toward me asking again how did you get in here. just as i started to answer there was a bang i lurched foward realizing it was just a gaurd. he took my arm and took me into a room the lights were dim but it was bright enough to see the mans face. he threw me to the ground and started to pace he spoke to me saying " the rules around here are simple

Her cold latex hands took hold of my bare arm as she pulled it toward her and said with a smile, “this will only hurt a bit!” I felt a chill go through my body as the hypodermic sword pierced my skin. The white walls around me seemed to be closing in like a vignette photo, darkening around the edges and becoming blurry until suddenly, darkness. I was floating upon a puddle of dark abyss. I laid there for what seemed like hours until my limp body hit the tile floor. I awoke in a daze moments later, my feet being held above my now dizzy head and feeling like I had been hit like a truck. “What happened?” I mumbled as I began to sit up. The room, now filled with doctors and nurses, erupted in voices insisting I lie back down.

My eyes opened in a sudden flash and my heart was pounding fast. I had no idea where I was. I stood up yanked all the cords off me. I ran down the hallway while a lady, who looked very familiar, tried to hold me back. I turned and hit her right in the shoulder. She let go, I fell and was laying on the floor and couldn't function. The only thing I could

As he pulled the trigger, the sound of a machine gun echoed, throwing me off balance. I fell to the ground as a tiny drop of sweat striked my hand. “ Help! Help! ”, I cried for I was afraid. Not only afraid of that vigorous sound, but afraid that my family would lose me.

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

It is dingy down here, and the smell of medicine is worse than normal. What is going on today? That is when I got a big whiff of death. Okay, I think I just need to lay down. So I stumbled back to the elevator, but before I made it there, I heard a quiet moan. It sounded like it came from the supplies room. Scared of what it might be, I slowly walked to the door and opened it. The sight behind the door was atrocious. There laid a humongous pile of cadavers. The people in it were the nurses, doctors, and patients from this hospital! I knew that I would not stay down here any longer, but as soon as I began to back out the door and head up to call the police. That dark shadow of a man appeared. While backing up into the room to get away from him, I fell onto the carcusses. I never dreamed in a million years that this is how my day would end up. He hovered over me, and, well, the twenty other bodies under me. When he got about two inches from my face, He slipped on blood and fell on me. Yuck! While we were trying to get up, something grabbed hold of me from inside the pile. It was pulling me inside the huge mound of corpses. The shadowy man just laughed at me and left the room. As I lost sight of the door, the smell became even stronger than before. It was unbearable. As the smell of death grew, I became nauseous and dizzy. It was the worst feeling ever, and I did not know what to do, and then I felt something else on my neck. It was a dead person biting me. It started to hurt more and more, until the pain was oppressive. It felt as if I were in a haze. Then, I had memories of my life flash before me. My breaths became slower and were farther apart, when everything turned

I continue looking around trying to figure out my surroundings. All that is around me is a table of odd objects on top of a laced cloth. The things I can kinda make out was, a knife with a red handle and weird symbols engraved into it, a metal wine glass, and a very old looking book. What are they trying to do to me? My father walks in and grabs my arm and takes the knife and slits my skin open right at the crease of my elbow, and intensely watches my blood drip into the metal wine glass as he chants something in a foreign language. I keep trying to talk, but couldn’t no matter how hard I tried. I finally realized that only my hands were tied to the chair, not my legs. I could not believe that they would be that stupid, I immediately kicked the knife out of my father’s hand and then kicked him square in the nose, which knocked him out. I was able to reach the knife with my foot and cut my hands free, then being able to rip the duct tape off my mouth. I ran to the door, but it was locked, I didn't know how to pick a lock what was I supposed to do? Thats when I realized my Dad was still in the room, i knew exactly what to

I fell to the ground and the throbbing subsided to soreness. I took the sudden flash of pain as a warning not to guess answers. I took a step back and decided to enter into one of the other doors instead. I took a liking to the white door and decided to use that one. I swung it upon and walked inside. The room was a hazy black with little light. It had only a keypad and a mirror. I turned around to open the door for some light, but the door was one. I was stuck in the black void. I walked toward the keypad and looked in the mirror. I was taken aback by the sight, realizing after a moment that was me. I had black hair that looked dyed and brown eyes. My complexion was incredibly pale, but that was to be expected of a dead person. I would have looked normal if it weren 't for the left side of my face. My eye was black and my cheek looked swollen and bruised. I had a gash in my head and had blood running down my face. I looked as if though I was beaten to death. The moment I had thought that, a notepad appeared in my hand. I was small and and had a pen running through the loops at the top. The paper was split into two sides, one labeled clues/evidence and another labeled notes. I wrote down “beaten to death” on the notepad and it disappeared. I sat there dumbfounded. “Where was I” I thought, “What on earth could this mysterious land be?” I was rather scared so I looked back at the mirror as the mirror comforted me. I looked at my reflection and I felt

I laid face up on my bed in the cold darkness of my room. I looked up and stared blankly at a single star on my ceiling glowing a bright green, it was the only visible light in my room at the time. I closed my eyes for a second, my eyes dry from lack of sleep. I stayed like that for what seemed an eternity. As I stayed still on my bed memories.. flashbacks ..people's voices flooded my head. I quickly opened my eyes and sat up as if someone had pulled me up. The little vision I had of my room was now pitch black and a strong pain filled the sides of my head. I took a hold of my blanket and held onto it as if my life depended on it. I had gotten lightheaded and it took a couple minutes for my eyes to adjust to the dark again. I took my phone from the nightstand next to my bed where it was charging and went to my Spotify playlist. I played music to soften me back up and when I was finally calm I decided to lay face down on my bed. I closed my eyes again slowly absorbing the music as I mumbled the words of the song under my breath.