Short Stories

Nothingness (ENG)

When there's no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth.

- George A. Romero

First, the sky turned blood red around me. Footsteps became clearer and faster. Then they slowly faded again like they were never there to begin with. Wandering through the graveyard, I felt eyes burning in the back of my head. I opened the heavy door. Next thing I know, the walls around me turned pitch black. Cold fingertips brushed against my arm in the darkness. Walking down the corridor, I felt watched. Like the eyes on the paintings were following me everywhere I walked. The footsteps became louder and clearer. Then they stopped again. They didn't slowly go away like they did last time. No. They suddenly stopped. I felt an icy breath, breathing down my neck. One that made my neck hairs stand up. I could hear the breathing. Or was it just my imagination. Was it just the wind because I left the door open? Or a breeze because it is an old building? I don't know. But I most certainly was not going to turn around to find out.

I stopped in my tracks. The darkness surrounding me more and more. My attempt to look around had no effect. My human eyes could not see clearly with the lack of light. Little by little I started to move again. The floor creaking underneath my muddy shoes. The darkness trying to suck me into the void filled with terror and nothingness. I went outside again. The death bruised moon shines over the rotten cold graves. I creep beside them in the hope not to be heard. My heart pumping blood through my veins and into my wide-opened eyes. I feel a devilish terror creeping upon me when I feel those ice-cold bony fingertips resting on my shoulder. They make a faint attempt to pull me in with them. I freeze. The moonlight shines on the inscription on a grave. "A fallen angle." My heart stops. I start to take quicker and shallow breaths. My hands begin to tremble, and my palms are getting sweaty. The darkness is still surrounding me and keeping me in its arms so I can't escape it. I want to move, but they won't let me. They are keeping me here. Standing where I am right now. I cannot move. It's like I am stuck in quicksand. My feet sinking deeper and deeper into the ground, the more I try to move. I'm breathing even quicker than before. There they are again. The touch of those cold bony, scrawny fingers. It is familiar, but not something I wish to feel. This time, there is more just than one hand. And they are more than just brushing against my arm or putting their finger on my shoulder. They are using force to draw me in their territorial. The darkness is closing up on me. I have less and less space. I can feel that the nothingness, is not just nothingness. There are things lurking in those shadows. Things that will stop at nothing to get to me. To have the human flesh they oh so desire. To be able to feel the warmth of a human body again. The blood on my knife is slowly dripping from the tip. My motionless body is just standing there while the void around me is filled with nothing but coldness and shrieks of terror. I have regretted my decision, but there is no turning back now.

Why did I take this job? They don't know I am one of them in this form. I knew that they wouldn't recognize me. And I still did it.

Hi!:D 

So this is my first attempt at a horror story. I want to try and write more horror stories because I love the genre and I want to become better at it. So you might see a couple more horror related things. I hope you enjoyed it! Tips are always welcome:) Have a great day!