Horrible Short Stories

Save The Turtles (Horror Prompt)

Running.

Such a simple word, yet it held so many different meanings.

For some, it was running away from your mental or emotional problems, but for others, it was physically running.

Unfortunately for Dakota, it was the latter of the two.

His legs felt like they were on fire, lungs heaving with effort, but he had to keep moving. He couldn't let that thing catch up to him.

As he bolted down the hallway, going straight for the large double doors that awaited him, he heard the sound of faint hissing grow louder, followed by the eery clanking of metal on the tiled floors.

Dakota was almost at the door when he tripped over a stray bookbag, falling face-first onto the ground. Groaning, he clutched his nose for a second, before hearing it.

The pain that burned across his face was nothing compared to the fear that hammered into him, the sounds coming too close for comfort.

"Sksksksksk"

The noise rang in his ears as he felt a cold hand grab his leg, another clamping down on his arm. Feeling a sharp tug, followed by horrible pain, Dakota let out a scream of agony, muscle and flesh tearing.

"And I oop, sksksksksk"

Right arm hitting the ground, blood spurted from the stump that was left, seeping in between the previously pristine white tiling. His other limbs followed suit, tears slipping down his face as it all became too much.

Fortunately for him, his body soon became numb, feeling nothing but a deep exhaustion, one he would never wake up from. Closing his eyes, the last thing he saw was a red and white scrunchie, and a hydro flask.

Later, his body was found pinned against the wall with numerous metal straws, a note attached to his forehead.

"We must save the turtles!"