Short Story

Torturous images flashed into my mind, memories of being stalked to what seemed like my death. A tall dark figure haunted my mind, as pain returned to the deep punctures, pierced in my neck. The discomfort of fingernail digging into my flesh as I felt my body being drained from life evoked. In that moment, I knew what I’d become. A monster crawling the night, searching for warm flesh to sink my fangs into to feed my

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When I finally got my vision back I couldn’t believe myself, a shudder of fear travelled through my body, as I realised that the creature in front of was real, more real than the reality of my hunger. My sight was disturbed by an ethereal creature that looked like the devil in the form of a ghost, a glowing red ghost. All the adrenaline my body could generate surged through my casket dense body, giving the energy that I had been missing for years to run. But even that surge of energy couldn’t take me far enough, my body stopped moving and I collapsed my own body taking a toll on what was left of me. The creature appeared again, coming closer and closer, until it faced me, every part of me wanted to run as fast as I could but I couldn’t move.

I stepped back just as the thing came into existence. It raised it’s machete and was just about to strike when I sidestepped of the way. I had two choices. I could run to the partial safety of my car, or I could tire the night out running from that thing. I then realized I my only hope to survive was to kill this savage. I broke out at a full run, my muscles tiring from fatigue. I turned the key and was surprised to see my car starting. I peeled out and kicked it into gear and bore down on my pedal. Then I hit him and I sent him flying. But then he rolled over and got up. His fractured arm snapped back into place as he looked straight at me. I shivered as a glint caught my eye. His machete was lying in the grass right next to me. He didn’t seem to notice it, but surely noticed me. He came at me with a renewed hatred. He lunged at me. And I dived into the grass, emerging with the machete in hand. I ran towards him and sliced, into thin air. The thing was standing in front of me and let out a psychotic laugh. I then grabbed the Reaper and sent the blade through it’s heart, or where I thought it was. Instead of falling, it dissolved into pure black

The only lights in this room were small electric lamps which had seemed to have been there for a while because they were only giving off very dim light. The smell of old rancid meat had hit my nose and made me curious as to what was giving it off. After a few more minutes of struggling the rope finally released me into a small fall to the ground. The sound of me hitting the cold floor sent echoes throughout the cave and I think the creature must’ve heard because it let out a bloodcurdling shriek that made the hair on my neck jump off and run away. Judging by this there probably wasn’t a lot of time until it got here so I took one more good look around before trying to find a way out. Collecting all my things I stumbled on an old lighter and torch which would be my light in dark places. I quickly ran down the closest corridor with the lit torch in hand. This place made my skin crawl and the feeling from it gave me made you think death is a better

I turned around once again, only this time I saw a dark figure.I tried to yell for help but nothing came out. I was frozen. Time stopped for a moment as I tried to figure out what to do. “RUN!” said the dark figure.. I did what it said afraid of what it might do. This time I was running for my life. Knowing I wasn’t fast enough the dark figure was right in front of me. The figure had distinctive blue eyes like the color of the ocean, only there was darkness inside. So afraid I ran the other as fast as possible. The figure disappeared and I was very lost. Finding my way back to the trail I felt a hand on my shoulder. I screamed and this time a blood curdling scream came out.

I hear a sound behind me. I whirl around, and what I see fills me with a feeling of dread. There's a small, blobish thing, darker than the deepest black in the universe. I take a few steps away from it, but it... crawls? How would you describe that movement? It slides towards me. I turn and begin to run, but the creature is faster than me, and it glides up my back. It settles on top of my head. I shudder as it stretches down, and wraps around my chest.

I saw from the corner of my eyes a rich red covering my body and the cream carpet beneath me. I tried lifting myself up from where I lay but it proved to be impossible. As the seconds past, my limp body inches closer towards death. I could only just see from where I lay the man creeping through the night, not stopping for anyone. He inched forward towards me slowly like a cat waiting to pounce on his prey. He looked over me with an unpredictable look in his eyes as he analysed mine. My blurred vision and the dim room prevented me from seeing him in great detail. All that was visible was the brown eyes of a beast staring into my still grey ones. I lay there as silent as I could in hopes I appeared to be dead to the beast. He poked one of his gloved fingers at my face but I did not dare flinch. He

I yell taunting the creation of my father enjoy all it attempts to hit me but missing , but just when I was about to stabbed the hideous thing in the eye the creature it grabbed me and threw me down the road I slid a good 50 feet on my back I stood up as I felt the blood drip down my back my eyes glowing

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

My eyes drooped before finally sealing themselves closed. It only lasted for a second thought, as a bright light and a small pop, followed by his shriek of terror, brightened my eyes to open back up. Another flash of light popped next to me, then another. The man pushed off of my back leaving my body on the ground in a broken mess. I gasped for air like a maniac. My chest burned with each breath I took, but at this point I embraced it each time with my uncontrollable desperation for air. I watched as the bits of light continued to hit the ground. The once malicious demon now ran off in front of me, swiping his top hat with his free hand as he made his escape. Following him were the flashes of light on the ground. Shortly after the man ran past the arch of dead trees and disappeared into the unknown the sound of pattering footsteps emerged from behind me. Whispers were made as I began to calm my breathing. I couldn’t understand what they were saying as they tried to keep their voices away from me. One of the set of footsteps made their way around to the front of me before I shut my eyes again. Once the footsteps became silent the presence of a palm pressed gently onto my neck. The feeling of warmth and softness quickly flowed through my body, warming up the death and despair from before with hope and hospitality. It laid there for a while before pulling itself away from me. A voice raised itself up to speak but was quickly silenced by

We wait and wait for about another hour or so. Henry still hasn’t returned and we are starting to get worried. I look over at Bertie to see how he was doing. He looked bad, he had cut his face next his noes on his cheek while we were running out of there, and the blood had dried on his cold face. He honestly looked like crap. He looked worried, cold, hungry, and pale. I wasn't in the greatest shape myself. I was terrified at, whatever that thing was. It was grey and left this, goo trail behind it as it walked.

It looked like the forest was dead, and that it had been dead for years. A cold chill ran against their skin, making it crawl.

In the privacy of her bedroom, Kalyssa dropped the tough girl act and eased off her trench coat, grimacing when her shoulder protested. Man, she was glad Master Jian hadn't pushed to check her injuries, instead telling her to take care of it. With the adrenaline gone, every muscle in her body seemed on fire, the cut on her neck stung, her legs felt like noodles, and some bastard was bashing away at a drum kit inside her skull.

Finally, after a long time spent on a train Levi arrived in Bath. The black-haired boy stepped off the train with his bag and walked outside of the station to find the moon and stars in the dark blue sky. Levi came to Bath for a photoshoot he was signed up for. The company he worked for told him to find his own lodgings and report to the manager of the photoshoot. He sat on one of the benches outside of the station in the deadly cold air. He pulled out his phone to look for some kind of lodging.