Short stories

They are watching.

He was waiting for me. Waiting for me to go to him.

I don't remember how I got here. All I remember was venturing into the dark abyss of never ending horror behind my grandmother's home. It was pitch black outside and there wasn't a person nearby. All I heard was we the eerie howl of the wind blowing against the gigantic trees of hell, forcing them to whistle in the rhythm of the wind every time it blew. The air tasted thick and felt like Antarctica. It was the middle of summer.

The whole time I swear someone had followed me from the moment I stepped foot in the monstrous forest. It was like I had been transported to another dimension.

My chest was heavy and I don't know why.

It felt like I had been wandering for eternity. In reality, all it had been was five, long minutes of never ending horror.

A few trees away two figures stood emotionless. I couldn't see their faces. Just a black silhouette of two people. They both had the brightest glowing eyes staring directly into my soul. It sent me a shiver up my spine. The taller dark mass wore a top hat... Both where abnormally tall. One was around 7'0 and the other around 6'5. They watched me move by them, turning their head slowly as I walked. There was probably no escape from this. I couldn't even see the end of the forest... Why did today feel like the forest had extended?

Now I'm here... I don't know where I am or how I got here. Everything is pitch black. I can't even see my hands in front of my face. Am I dead...?