11 horrors

Horror 1 (Chaper 2)

I turned the knob as a gush of the stale house fills my nose. Scrunch my nose but continue forward. I see two signs to my left and my right. "DON'T LET THE BUTCHER SEE YOU." Was to the right. The sign was rusted and coated in a maroon color. And then I see to the left "Hide." The words were enough to cause a shiver down my spine. Ok. I know this is all fun and games, but I have a bad feeling I should play along. My conscience is screaming to play along.

I hear metal scrape against the ground in a long sound. It was a slow long scrape but it almost seemed never-ending. I quickly rush under the table and cover my mouth. This is just a game. I look from under the table to see a guy. I watch as his steps are slow as he drags a 7-foot- is that a knife?! Damn, that's cool! I smile as my female organs take control. I definitely need to ask for his number when this is over. He looked like a fucking wet dream.

He wasn't wearing anything but an apron and black boxers. I can't help but skim my eyes up his body. He's tall and well built in the shoulders, arms, and legs and he has a dad body. Or at least by what I could tell. I noticed a huge triangular mask on his head but it gave him kinda a scary feel. I wonder what he looked like under that mask.

I was ogling over this man that I didn't notice he saw my foot. He paused his knife scraping and slammed his massive knife on the table above me. A startled gasp escaped my lips. That's when he bent down to my level. I scurried back to the wall but it wasn't enough. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me hard. I shrieked and tried to kick him but it wasn't enough. I was kicking and screaming so much I didn't notice the metal plate underneath me. I tried to kick him with the full strength of My body. But I slammed my head back and saw darkness.

I whined as my head throbbed and I felt a cool breeze on my body. I couldn't move my hands or feet. There was a heavy feeling on them.. and my back was pressed to the metal. It's too cold. My eyes dart open as I try to wrap my head around where I am. God my head was throbbing. I looked up to see a mirror. I saw myself.. but I was tied up on a metal table with chains wrapped around my ankles and wrists. Wait. I try to lift my ankles. No. I AM tied up and on a table.

I took a long look around the room. There were knives, axes, and sharp objects meant for pain. And I was in the middle of the room. On display. Well not fully on display... I had my clothes on... I was struggling too hard to hear heavy footsteps come toward me. It wasn't till he was right next to me that I almost jumped out of my skin.

He still had his triangular, pyramid mask on but his head was angled towards me. I think. He seemed to twist his head to the side but I can't see anything under that mask. He stomped back towards a wall and grabbed a normal kitchen knife. Oh god. It wasn't my time to die yet. I looked at him as he seemed to measure the knife in his hands. "What are you doing? Who are you?" My voice meant to be urgent and demanding but it came out as a whisper.

He ran his hand over the rim of the knife and turned toward his grinder. But then I saw him pause as his finger slipped and blood tricked lightly. I thought I heard a huff before he turned in my direction and placed the knife at the tip of my shirt, towards my collar bone. It was my favorite lacey blouse. It was pastel blue and fit my figure. I felt him trail the knife down my body but it barely touched the blouse. I heard him growl as he threw off his mask. Holy. Fuck.