Short Horror Stories

Afternoon Nap On A Rainy Day

What do you feel like doing on a rainy afternoon? Sit by the window or on a chair on the balcony with a book and a cup of your favorite beverage. Or maybe laying on your bed for a nap. I like to do both. The ambient sound of rain is like a lullaby that lulls you to sleep or the perfect pink noise to fill in the silence as you read a book while sipping on your drink. My bed is by the window in my room. So, I make a cup of coffee and take the book I'm currently reading, then sit by the window. I keep the cup on my windowsill and read my book while sipping coffee. Occasionally, I take small breaks, gaze outside at the falling rain, and drink coffee in silence. I lay down and slowly fell asleep after a while of finishing my coffee. Call me lazy if you want to for leaving the unwashed cup on the windowsill; I could care less because I'm sleepy. Whoever said coffee could reduce sleepiness lied, or it just doesn't work on me. I fall asleep on a rainy afternoon, no matter how much coffee I drink. But sleeping on a rainy afternoon is bad for you~ Why, you may ask? Let me tell you~ About the day after which I've never taken an afternoon nap on a rainy day ever again.

I got back from school all drenched from running in the rain. Me and my friends don't like taking umbrellas. But we hate being drenched. How ironic. If you hate getting drenched by the rain, then you should carry an umbrella. What do you mean you don't like taking an umbrella?! I know it doesn't make sense, but that's how we are. It's a blessing to have friends who are just as crazy as you.

The house was empty as usual. My parents and my older brother were at work. I always had lunch alone. In the afternoon, it was still raining. So, I did as I mentioned earlier. I made coffee for myself, grabbed the book I was reading at that time, and then went to my room.

I put the cup of coffee on the windowsill. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the smell of wet leaves and soil while it rained was my all-time favorite. Taking a sniff of it, I would still squeal in anticipation of my first sip of coffee. It never got old for me. I'd take a sip and hum with pleasure after I sat down with the book on my lap. Yes, I love coffee that much. Then I retraced the string of the bookmark to the page I had read the last time, took it out, and started reading. After the coffee was half finished, I put the bookmark back into the book and made sure that the string was swinging outside it before I closed the book and placed it on the bedside table. Then I finished my remaining coffee while gazing at the rain falling on the rose flowers outside my window.

Right after I finished drinking the last drop of coffee, I was consumed by sleepiness. I couldn't help but lay down and close my eyes. I just couldn't keep my eyes open at all. To be honest, I didn't like taking an afternoon nap on a rainy day. It was always creepy how I couldn't fight my sleepiness, even if I had slept well or drank several cups of coffee that day. And something weird always happened after I fell asleep. I can't remember what happened, though. I just felt my head hit the pillow as I closed my eyes, and after that, I don't remember.

I felt myself banging on our backdoor aggressively with both of my hands and screaming at whoever was inside to open the door. My hands hurt and started to bleed, but I didn't stop. I desperately tried to, but I just couldn't as if my body was possessed. It won't listen to me, no matter what. It kept banging on the door. I could see blood getting smudged on the door and feel it dripping from my wrists to my elbows. My throat became hoarse from screaming. I don't understand why I'm doing this. I don't want to do this. By now, my blood had soaked the hem of my mini-frock completely, and I could taste something metallic in my mouth, and it hurt like hell. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and cascading from my chin.

I was screaming in my mind for myself to stop but to no avail. I bit down on my lips to stop my body from screaming. But now it sounded like a muffled scream, and blood spurted out from where I bit my lips. I had lost too much blood by now. My vision became blurry, and my head was spinning. I felt weak in my knees and felt myself fall into a sitting position on the muddy ground. Still, my hands kept banging on the door. I wanted it to stop due to the pain, but it wouldn't. My body was possessed; I was sure now. But the banging wasn't as aggressive as before. It was frail due to my body becoming weak after too much blood loss. Then it all went black, and the last thing I heard was someone screaming my name as if I were dead.

I woke up with a jolt. I clutched my head, feeling lethargic. When I opened my eyes to check, I found myself sitting on the muddy ground outside our backdoor. I quickly stood up, turned back, and let out a blood-curdling scream. On the ground lay my body. My hands were broken at an odd angle, and my fingers were touching my forearm. The skirt portion of my frock was fully soaked in my blood.

My parents and my older brother came rushing to it a few moments after I screamed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hand beckoning me and heard, "You couldn't ever take a peaceful afternoon nap on any beautiful rainy day. And now you died because of it. Why should the ones that still live be able to nap peacefully? It's unfair. So unfair! Come join us. We shall make them like you, me, and the others!" After hearing that, a smirk crept up on my lips. They're right. I never got to take a peaceful afternoon nap on a rainy day.

I hope you understand why you shouldn't nap on a rainy afternoon. You understand, don't you?~ So don't nap on a rainy afternoon. Or else I'll be coming for ya~

Author's note: Do you like rainy days? If yes, what's your favorite rainy-day activity?