By the time I realised the time it was too late. The full moon was rising over the horizon. I stood up and began walking to the door "shit, I need to go". My friends looked at me confused as I pulled on my jacket. As I reached for the door I doubled over as my legs suddenly became weak. My friends rushed to my side as I tried to push them away "no...no get away from me" I cried out in a horse voice. I felt my legs and arms painfully extend out like they were trying to be pulled from their sockets. I groaned in agony as I felt my skin stretching as my mouth extended outwards. I felt my nails extend out into sharpened points. My breath became ragged as I looked up at my friends concerned faces with my last cohesive thoughts before my mind slipped away. I awoke laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. The taste of blood in my mouth already confirmed my worst fears. I looked around at the blood and torn clothes littered the floor and knew at once what I had done. Not again I thought to myself.
YOU ARE READING
Goretober 2021
HorrorI did this last year and I'm doing it again, I still can't draw so I'm going to be writing a short story for each prompt. I can't promise that i'll finish the entire thing but I want to beat my record last year so wish me luck
