I look at the bright letters projected in the sky.
"Level two: escape town."
What is this, am I dreaming?
Against any logic, I walk towards the end of town.
The buildings gained a stranged mist around them. They don't seem real anymore. The closed windows and dark facades appear to have been abandoned many years ago.
A cold sensation drops in my stomach , making me speed my pace.
A few minutes later the sign separating the border it's already visible.
But whats behind it makes me stop dead in the tracks.
The road leading outside town is gone. The asphalt is cracked and the rails on the sides were taken by the vegetation.
I take my phone to turn on the GPS, perhaps I took the wrong turn and ended up in a old exit. That's when I noticed the time, 00:00, not a single minutes has passed.
The sky shines again with a new message.
"Level three: find the checkpoint and enter your player nickname."
YOU ARE READING
Short scary stories
HorrorIn this book I'm going to write short horror stories about different topics. I'll put a notice at the beginning, if there's a more sensitive topic. I don't accept copies or adaptations. Have fun reading, see you on the other side.
