The last thing she saw was her alarm clock flashing 12:07 before it plunged its rotting nails into my chest, its other hand muffling my screams. She bolted up-right, thankful it was only a dream, but as she saw her alarm clock read 12:06, she heard her closet door slowly creaking open.
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That day had been a normal day for Maybel Ross. Waking up in her one bedroom apartment, getting dressed, having a quick breakfast, and driving to college. The whole time she was driving, she felt as though someone was watching her. But she shook it off thinking it was nothing. As she was walking into her school, peering into all the classrooms as she walked past them, while watching the popular girls flirt with the football jocks, and the nerds trying to avoid the bullies, she saw a woman in one of the empty classrooms. But it wasn't human-like, it was as skinny as a pencil, its hair was a tangled mess, it didn't appear to be wearing any clothes, its skin a gray color with darker spots here and there, and its nails, there was no way those could be comfortable, they were to long, and they were rotting.
Just as she was about to get a better look, the warning bell rang, and not wanting to be late for class, again, she walked past the classroom to her locker, grabbing the books she needed out of it, and going to class. In the middle of class, she asked her professor for permission to go to the bathroom. Getting the permission to go, she sped along the empty hallways, and into the ladies bathroom. After getting out of her stall, she went to wash her hands, but stopped when she saw a pair of gray bare feet, with patches of darker skin, in the stall she had just been in. Quickly turning around, she looked in the stall and saw nothing. Shrugging it off as her imagination, she quickly went back to class.
The school day went by, with no sign of the demented looking woman. Just as she was about to leave, her long time crush and baseball star, Tristan Johnson, approached her. Thinking he just wanted homework answers, she said "I'm sorry, but I haven't done any of the homework yet." Tristan looked at her with a face of confusion as he said "That's not why I need to talk to you." Being even more confused than Tristan had looked she asked what he was talking to her for. Tristan then said the words she had been wanting to hear for about a year now "I wanted to ask you to go on a date with me. Do you want to?" I took a second for the words to process, but when they did she quickly accepted. He then gave her his phone number and said that he would pick her up tomorrow night at six.
Thinking that nothing could ruin the rest of her day, she quickly drove to her apartment, and ordered herself some f/r (favorite restaurant) as a celebration. After she had eaten, she settled down to watch one of her all time favorite movies, The Black Phone. After the movie she realized that it was 11, she did her night time routine, and finally crawled into bed at 11:30, almost instantly falling asleep, with the thought of her, Maybel Ross, going on a date with baseball star, Tristan Johnson, just the next day. As she started to fall into a deep slumber, she heard her closet door slowly creaking open. Sitting up-right she saw the woman, the one with gray skin and no clothes, and uncomfortably long nails, standing just outside of her closet door.
As the woman crept closer, Maybel saw more details, she saw the woman had a very deformed face and the dark spots on her skin appeared to be burn marks, from what, she didn't know. As the woman got to the edge of her bed Maybel finally realized what was happening, the woman was already on top of her. The last thing she saw was her alarm clock flashing 12:07 before it plunged its rotting nails into her chest, its other hand muffling her screams. She bolted up-right, thankful it was only a dream, but as she saw her alarm clock read 12:06, she heard her closet door slowly creaking open.
Hope you enjoyed my happy little story
Should I make more?? I don't know if you like it I guess I could
Anyhoo goodnight/good morning
This is bellamied signing off
Luv you all, goodbye <3
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Horror Stories
HorrorCOVER CREDS TO @K1SSES-FOR-U These are some two sentence horror stories that I made into longer stories/short stories. Updates will not be scheduled, I will write these when I have time.
