Short One-Off Stories

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......I can hear it.

My breathing grows quicker and more sporadic as this...thing...draws closer to my hiding place.  Its footsteps echo throughout the corridor, growing louder and louder as it begins to close in on the cabinet I've managed to cram myself inside of.

I'm trapped.

I take a deep breath and hold it as a desperate last attempt to keep myself concealed. I don't even know what it'll do if it finds me. But based on all the mangled corpses outside, I can make a pretty good guess.

Then suddenly, I hear something. To be more accurate, the absense of something.

The footsteps stopped. It knows I'm here.

Fuck.

What's worse though,  is that I can't hold my breath for that much longer.  Maybe 10,  20 seconds tops.  So either this leaves before I take a gasp for air,  or I become what looks like the product of a human blender.

And based on still not hearing any footsteps,  I'm not liking my chances.

I pray.  I'm not someone that normally believes in God,  but honestly there doesn't seem like anything else I can do except pray.  Hoping my silent words don't fall upon deaf ears.

And,  as if a miracle was bestowed upon me,  I hear it jump and crash through a window.  For what reason?

I do not give a FUCK on the reason.  I'm free.  I'm alive.

I take my well earned breath of air and carefully open the cabinet door after a few more seconds of assurance.

Sure enough,  it's gone.

......I won......

I survived.

I SURVIVED!

A relieved smile enters my face as I feel a few tears roll down the sides of my face,  as I step out of my hiding spot.  I still try to stay silent,  but honestly I don't think it's nearby anymore.  I walk to the door to leave,  not caring that I'm stepping on broken glass as I'm longing to see my friends at home base aga-

Wait.

Broken......glass?

.......oh no.......

A shriek.

An oh-so familiar shriek.

A familiar shriek that sends the all-to familiar shivers down my spine.

I jump through the broken window.

I run.

But I know I can't outrun it anymore.

Fuck.  I don't wanna die.  I'm too young.  I've lasted this long.  This can't be it,  it just can't be.  I still have so much I wanna do.  I wanna find my parents,  I wanna find Connor.  I wanna find Sydney.  I can't die yet.  PLEASE!  DON'T DO THIS TO ME!  I JUST WANNA LIVE!  PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!  LET ME FUCKING LIVE DON'T DO IT I'M SORRY I DON'T WANNA GO DON'T KILL ME PLEA-

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And that's that!

It only has 448 words, I know, but I haven't done this in a while. Cut me some slack, JEEZ!

Also a bit morbid, but not every single one will be like this, promise. I have a few ideas for future ones, but I wanna take my time with them and make sure they aren't the equivalent to a used asswipe.

So anyways, tell me what you think and...y'know what?...gimme some suggestions on what type of thing you want me to write and I might do it if I like the idea enough!

So that's it, and Stay Awesome!

God, that's cringe as fuck.

Meh, I still like it.