Short Horror Stories

Headaches ~ Part Two

My breathing became harder. My lungs shrunk, my hands full of sweat. No words could describe the terror inside of me. The sound continued. What could I do? I couldn't scream. My lungs wouldn't allow that. I couldn't call for my parents. I looked around my room for something. Anything that could help. My eyes stopped on my bed stand. My phone! I ran over and picked it up with shaky hands. Dead. My phone was dead. I threw it across the room. What now? The noise stopped. I looked toward my door, my heart beating in my ears. The ringing of total silence throughout the house. I stood there, listening for any hint of movement. I needed to get out of here. I ran to my window, hoping to escape that way. I looked out. It was impossible. Two stories up. I looked back at the door. The light shone under it. I continued to stare at it. Maybe the thing that made the noise was gone. Maybe it left. Or, it was after my parents now. I started to panick again. I ran to my door, hesitating over the knob. I continued to stare at it. Should I go out? Should I see if this 'thing' was still out there? The knob shook, and not by me. My hand pulled away from the knob, and I started to back away from it. The knob turned and shook. My back hit the wall and I slid down it, sobbing. Why me? My head sunk into my hands, with the noise continuing. What do I do? What can I do? A large pain in the back of my head erupted. I brought my hand to it. The pain corsed through it, pulsing and throbbing. The light from under the door became brighter, making my head worse. My head felt as if it would fall off. High pitched ringing in my ears. Then a loud whack. I looked up to see a shadow. The shadow. It walked towards me. That was the last thing I saw before seeing pitch black.

I woke up in my room. My head still pounding inside my skull. It was still dark outside. I looked at the clock beside my head. 1:42 blinked in my eyes. I looked up to see that my door was open. The light from the hallway seeped through the doorway, making me visible. I looked farther down the hallway, making me realize what happened. Im still alive. The thing came to me and I'm still here. That kid was wrong. I knew he was. Oh, my god. What about my parents. What if something happened to them? I have to go make sure they are alright. I sat up too quickly, making me dizzy. I wobbled over to my door and peered down the stairs. It was pitch black. I couldn't see anything.

"Hello?" I waited for any reply. I recieved utter silence. I was starting to panick now. What if something happend? It's all my fault. I walked slowly, avoiding the creeky floor boards, towards their bedroom. I reached towards the door knob, to see that it was open ajar. I slowly pushed it forward, letting the light from the hallway seep in. I peered across the room to see their bed sheets ripped off and no one in them. I swallowed the lump in my throat and swivled around to walk back to the stairs. I walked to the top step and began to slowly climb down.

Creak. A door creaked behind me. I whipped my head around to find my eyes in the view of the closet. I totally forgot about it. I started to feel nauseas. My head began to pound again. What if it's coming back? What if it hasn't gotten enough from my parents? I started to walk towards it. I had to show myself that it was nothing. I had to make sure it was just my imagination. It felt like forever before I made it to the door, but I did. I stood infromt of it, scared. What if it wants to kill me? What will it do? Stop. Your scaring yourself out. There is nothing. No one. The door was ajar. I pulled my shaky hand up from beside me, making it push open the door, to reveal nothing. It was a completely empty closet. There was nothing. I let out a sigh of relief and spun around. Something connected with my temple, making me fall to the ground in a grunt. I couldn't see anything. My vision was pitch black and I was dizzy.

"Not so fast, pretty thing. You're mine now." I knew that voice. It was deep.

The kid from school.

"H-help..m-me-e." I stammered. Maybe he heard something and was trying to save me. Maybe he was just in the neighborhood. He chuckled deeply, coming from the back of his throat.

"The story I told you, It happend," I could hear the smirk in his talk, making me sick. "But I just changes a few names. Don't worry. It wont take long." The last thing I heard was his chuckiling before I felt another blow to my head.