Time is going slower every second.
The rain pouring over me is like needles carving my skin.
I can still feel the warm blood running down my hands as the light in your eyes fades away.
There's not a single star in the sky, like they knew the sins that were about to happen so they hid behind the moon.
I can't move. My head is spinning with questions and flashbacks of the moments before are passing in front of my eyes.
I told you I was gonna kill you.
How it feels to be the one bleeding in an alley. The felling of betrayal.
You are pretty distracted for a killer. I followed you all the way from the party. Counted your steps, just waiting for you to turn around. Like you did to all your friends.
The friends that trusted you.
I'm not a murderer. I'm just returning a favor.
Because that's what friends do.
YOU ARE READING
Short scary stories
HorrorIn this book I'm going to write short horror stories about different topics. I'll put a notice at the beginning, if there's a more sensitive topic. I don't accept copies or adaptations. Have fun reading, see you on the other side.
