I ran up the three flights of stairs, and walked cautiously through the door. In the largest room of the house, I stepped towards her small body. She was breathing, but definitely unconscious. I was about five feet away from her when I heard a light giggling. I whipped my head around, and saw nothing. The giggling was coming from above me. I looked up, slowly, and saw the biggest meat pounder I had ever seen, hanging above my head. It was dangling by a thin rope, which was snapping to begin with. It was holding its scissors, ready to cut the rope. I understood now, what it wanted. It wanted me to die. It wanted me to save her. It wanted me to run to her, to die alongside her. But that wasn't going to happen. At this point, I knew I was going to die. But maybe if I ran, I could save her. Knees shaking, I turned. I would leave her. I would let her live. As I ran, a loud snapping noise slowed my step. A loud crunch killed my hopes. I ran faster, but as I left the room, a clump of warm, thick blood hit the back of my neck. I had to live. For Opal, for MJ, and for my parents. But most of all, I had to live for Mason.
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Sewing Scissors
HorrorOkay. This is a horror story that I wrote for a competition with my friends, Icarusninja23, The Dimension Lord, and The Purple Monkey King. Warning: If you can't handle gore, and if certain things like suicide make you very uncomfortable, then do no...
