The Siren (a short scary story)

The Siren

Hey. I'm Lance. I'm 32. I work two jobs to support myself. I am going to tell you the story of how my trauma, anxiety and stress entered my life.
It was a normal night of writing paragraphs to greedy customers and clients. Constantly reassuring them they are getting the right product and they weren't getting scammed. I finally decided it's late and i should get some sleep. The lingering thought of how i had to write so much more in the morning haunted me. The same cycle; wake up, write, sleep, repeat. I tried to calm myself and get some sleep in, but yet; there i lay. Wide awake. I felt as if something in me was telling me not to sleep, that i'm waiting for something. Waiting, waiting. Waiting? But what exactly am i waiting for? That's what i couldn't lay my finger on. Just as i was feeling as if my waiting had came to an end i heard what sounded like a wet towel being dropped on the floor, picked back up, dropped on the floor. The sound kept getting closer to me, I felt my heart drop to my stomach. "Hello?" It slipped out of my mouth as i sat up straight in my creaky twin bed. "Anyone-" I cut my self off to correct myself. "Anything there?" I said more confidently and louder than before. I got out of bed and tip toed the door. I opened it up and what i saw horrified me. A woman who was drenched in water. Not just a woman, a woman with a fishes tail. She was so ugly and disturbing i knew she couldn't be a type of mermaid, she had gills? It looked like a knife had cut three slashes on the sides of her neck; almost like they were meant to look like gills but all bloody. Her hair was so thin, light and stringy i wasn't quite sure if she even had any. her lips were chapped. Her rib cage was visible through her pale skin; and her eyes were so big and her pupils were so small she looked almost cartoony. It hit me, she's a siren. And as i was examining her i realized. She was holding a shimmering dagger. It's leather handle and silver blade mesmerized me. I couldn't take my eyes of it until she fell down into a almost crawling position and started scrambling towards me, dagger in hand. I panicked and slammed the door and ran to my bed, not realizing i didn't lock the door until it was already too late. She was in my room. Yep. In my room. She scrambled towards me and crawled onto my bed. The last thing i remember is her looking into my soul and raising the shining dagger. I felt it plunge into my stomach, almost like she just punched me, then i felt a burning sensation, next thing know the blade is out. I felt the blood start pulsing out of me. Then i woke up in a hospital bed. All the nurses, doctors, everybody around me looked at me. "What happened?" I asked. "Oh dear." said one of the 4 nurses. "You were stabbed by a wanted serial killer. she is in custody now. don't worry." "No! No. No, It was a dream! This is all just a dream!" I shouted as the memories of the previous night flooded back into my brain like when you finally remember that song stuck in your head. I looked down at my bandaged wound. "Take a rest, Lance." said the same nurse.

The End!