Romance and Horror Short Stories

Horror #1

You ran to the nearest house possible and banged on the door with both of my fists. It was grimy and grey/black. It was still big for the houses next to it. You relised the door was unlocked and ran inside as you heard the man scrape his crowbar to the gates of the next door houses. They grew louder and louder. Finally, the scrapes stopped as if he was frozen. You relised he would find you easily if you stood near the front door so you tried to, quietly, move upstairs. It was a lot classier then the downstairs. It looked untouched and dusty. There was a bright chandelier so you could see everything clearly. You stood there, with your mouth open and your eyes big.

BANG! BANG! BANG! You knew who it was so you ran to the closet in the closest room. He soon relised himself that the door was opened and you heard him come inside. "I know your here. Hiding won't help. It would be best to come out now!" He said moving around downstairs. He quickly relised you were upstairs as you heard his footsteps. After those few cracks, you heard nothing. Silence. As if he weren't there. Suddenly, the closet door flung open. "Come out of the closet, hands on your head!" You followed. You knew this was the end.  "You can write a note. To your closest one's. But you will only have 5 minutes so it better be short." He was right after you while you walked to the closest desk, your white dress getting duster and dirtier. You wrote:

Dear mom and friends,
I'm sorry I didn't say a last goodbye. I am being murdered by a mysterious man. I don't know his name and its too late for me to tell you his name. He let me write a note. I will miss you mom, and all the good times we spent together. I'll at least be with dad now. I'll miss you too, Hailey and Violet. You were my best friends and I promise to always guard you if I become an angel.

-Y/N

"Now, slowly, come over here!" he shouted, pointing his gun at another fancy wall that wrote 'Fuck life! Fuck police!' with red spray that made it look like the wall was bleeding. You felt hopeless and negative. You were trying to think if you could possibly escape like in other movies but before you could answer yourself you saw him loading his gun. He hasn't loaded it this whole time and you were so afraid of him. He had to drop the crowbar on the floor and you thought this was you chance. You ran to it. CLING! You were dying. You were lying on the greasy, marble floor. Blood was spreading but you didn't have the energy to stand up. It just got harder and harder as the red water spread and spread. Before you closed your eyes, you saw him come over. His face looked disgusted. As if your blood shouldn't have kept on pouring. As if it was your fault. He then looked straight into your face, your heart about to give up, and said, "now you know not to betray family." He stepped on you, probably cracked a few bones but you didn't know. You were already dead.