Interviewer: So, you claim you had an encounter with this creature before?
Unknown: Demon.
Interviewer: I'm sorry?
Unknown: You said creature. It's not a creature. In fact I don't give a fuck about what it is, but don't call it a creature. Whatever the hell it is, it crawled up from the deepest depths of hell.
Interviewer: . . . . . . .
Unknown: . . . . . . . .
Interviewer: But you still had an encounter?
Unknown: Yes. My girlfriend and I both did. That's how we met.
Interviewer: Ah, younger lovers in search of a spooky supernatural adventure? *Chuckles*
Unknown: ....... I wish.
Interviewer: Oh. Well, would you like to tell us your story?
Unknown: *Heavy sigh*. Okay. I think I was only about 8 years old. I was at the mall with my mom and a few of her friends. She was busy talking and we had already been there for hours. I was bored, and just sitting around hoping that something would happen. God, I was such an idiot. Then I noticed it.
Interviewer: Noticed what, sir?
Unknown: *Several steadying breaths. Muttered word*
Interviewer: What?
Unknown: Noose Neck*loud shutter*
Interviewer: What did they look like?
Unknown: IT looked like a demon. Its skin was deathly pale except for its twisted hands which were a vibrant blood red. Its body was all mangled and it crawled because half of its body was either missing or too deformed to use. I honestly don't remember. I do remember its face. It had eyes that were a deep red with massive black pupils and iris. Its mouth was jagged and looked like someone had ripped it all the way under its ears. It had this really mangled hair that was all cut up and ripped off. Worst was its neck. It was squeezed to look like a bottle neck and anytime that thing moved its goddamn head, it sounded like bones snapping. It wore a noose like a necklace. It was also crawling out of a vent and staring directly at me. Then it lifted one of its dripping mangled hands and beckoned with a single crooked finger for me to follow. I was terrified.
Interviewer: Oh God. I assume you ran away, and later met your girlfriend through some connection?
Unknown: . . . . . . . . no.
Interviewer: No?
Unknown: I . . . I followed it.
Interviewer: *Shocked silence*
Unknown: *hurried* I ... I don't know what came over me. I felt this overwhelming curiosity, and safety. I remember thinking, It's sure to be more exciting than here. I don't . . . I didn't feel scared anymore, just curious and so I followed it. I followed it into the vent.
Interviewer: Ans where did it lead you?
Unknown: I don't know exactly. I kept crawling after it through the vents until we reached some tunnels somewhere. It kept giggling like a little girl, its voice was strangled and sounded like its throat was full of blood. It kept saying, come come, keep following.
Interviewer: That sounds awful. Were you scared?
Unknown: No. That was the weirdest part. I didn't feel afraid until we got to the room.
Interviewer: What room?
Unknown: It led me to this room. This really big room. It was lit up with red lights, although I didn't know where. It was circular though. I remember that. There were vent openings all over the walls. In the center a noose hung down from the ceiling. The thing turned and beckoned again. Come. Almost there, it grinned. I started to follow when something came running out of the vent and tackled the thing. Suddenly I was terrified. I heard someone shout "run" and I did. I turned and ran. I ran and ran until I heard a scream from above me. I looked up and a heavy figure landed on top of me. I thought it was the thing at first but then I realized it was a girl. And she was hanging from a noose, pulling at it and choking. She looked at me terrified. She tried to say something but it couldn't get past the rope tightening around her neck. I saw a shard of glass, jumped on a box and cut the rope. She took a few deep breaths, then grabbed my hand and we started running. We kept hearing that thing screeching and laughing and telling us to come back but we just kept going. I don't remember what happened after that. I know that we ended up outside in a construction park and we just huddled in some vehicle for hours until someone finally found us. I remember that we were both covered in blood somehow, and the noose was still around the girl's neck. As soon as she realized she freaked out and started trying to rip it off. Some paramedics led her away and I don't know what happened after that. I don't really remember anything until a few weeks later when we were safe at home. The girl had been adopted by our neighbors, as it turned out she had gone missing after her parents died of a car crash. She'd gone missing at that mall. We spent the next couple of years together until we both started getting extreme paranoia and ended up in an insane asylum. We're still here together but they don't let us see each other.
Interviewer: So you admit you are both insane?
Unknown: I never said that. I said we ended up in an insane asylum. We might get released soon though.
Interviewer: Okay I think that's all we need. Thank you very much for this very convincing and completely believable tale. Goodbye now. *click*
The phone disconnected with a sharp click and the nurse took it from the man's hand. He sat there silently knowing damn well no one believed him. The nurse asked him a few questions which he answered without thinking and she wrote some things on a clipboard. She led him out the door of the phone room and into a long hallway of steel doors. There was laughter, and screaming, and crying from behind all of them. Through one window a woman with scars around her neck like a noose waved at him, smiled and blew him a kiss. He responded the same and the nurse rolled her eyes and made some comment about the true meaning of "crazy love". She opened the door to his room and he stepped in hesitantly, and she slammed it behind him. The room had only a bed and a nightstand, and a bookshelf with a few things from home. Mostly just a drawing pad and non-toxic crayons. All on the desk were drawings of a noose and red eyes and a horrible face. The man checked under his bed, and out the windows. He tried again to move the bookshelf so that it would cover the vent on the lower part of the wall that faced the side of his bed. But, as always, it was no use because the shelf was bolted to the floor. He got in bed and went to sleep. As always he woke up in the middle of the night unable to move. He looked to the vent and as always there it was. The strangled bottle neck, the mangled hair, the ripped mouth, the blood red eyes with black blots for pupils. As always, it reached a twisted hand through the vent. As always it whispered, Noose Neck. And, as always, it raised a single finger and beckoned for him to follow.
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A Short Collection of Short Stories
Short StoryPretty self-explanatory really. A collection of short stories ranging from horror, to romance, to poetry. There's no end to this collection.