"The Pressure is Really Getting to Me" - A Scary Story

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by Ismasura

by Ismasura

I woke up in a puddle of my own sweat and I couldn't breathe.

Pressure

Pressure

Pressure

All I felt was pressure on my chest and breathing down my neck making my baby hairs stand on edge.
I tried to scream, anyone, anyone, please help me! He's back and this time is the time he will take me, I know it, I can feel it.

But my voice was nothing but a whisper stolen away by him, I could see his decomposing flesh out of the corner of my eye. I could feel his hands around my throat, little pieces of skin flaking off of his half-rotten fingertips. He weighed so much more than that night when, it, happened.

"I never knew a human body could weigh that much" I remember thinking but now I knew they could weigh even more, especially when they come back to visit you each night. His voice is one I will never forget, the wretchedness of his voice, the screams of agony he made...

I began to plead with the creature, "You have to understand, I didn't want to do it, I would have never made that choice. You have to believe me, please! I was told, I was told, I was told, they told me." His face came closer to mine, it was like staring into a dark abyss, his eyelids were gone. His once beautiful face was nothing but a shell of what it once was. He stared back at me but there was no forgiveness in his stare, only malice, and hate.

"They told me I swear they did, I would have never..." My voice was shaky from nerves, I couldn't even finish my sentence if I wanted to, I knew he didn't believe me, I didn't even believe myself.

"I didn't want to kill you, Evan" As soon as the words left my mouth, I was yanked from my bed by my neck and thrown into the wall so hard that my entire house shook. His broken body launched itself towards me, his hands at my throat once again, I knew that I couldn't fight back against him.

I guess this was my time, I was now going to be set to whatever place I had set, Evan too. The corners of my vision were starting to turn black as he pressed harder and harder, the pressure made me think that my eyes were going to pop out of my head.

I closed my eyes, for it was my time to die...

I hadn't noticed that the pressure was gone until the bird's sweet singing broke me out of my hysteria. I opened my eyes and I saw the sunlight's rays shine through my white blinds and gave out a sigh of relief. I live to see another sunrise but how long until he takes me with him, to the place I sent him to? I have no idea but, I'll cherish what time I have left on this hell we call Earth.

I walked out of my room and grabbed the dusty little black key on the top of my bedroom door frame and walked over to the room at the end of my hallway. The door opens with a creak and dust goes flying around the room, swirling in the air. I hadn't entered this room in a very long time.

I turned to the man in the chair, his body just the way I left it. Surprisingly his flesh was still mostly intact, I had expected him to be a skeleton by now. But whenever he came to visit me at night, I always sat with him and told him about my day, like in the old days.

I walked over to him and hugged him, I had missed his touch, all these days without him...

He hugged me back and I felt a small smile pull at my lips. I felt that same pressure on my chest and I looked him in the eyes.

"Y'know Evan, the pressure is really getting to me"