wenclair oneshots

36 (where the sidewalk ends)

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i love horror, and true crime. so, here's this. inspired by a nosleep story i've heard.

!wednesday is tall in this, leave me alone.

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November 9th.

enid stayed late at the college darkroom to develop some film for her photography class.

the photography building was a dark, rickety hulk near some random abandoned railroad tracks in a little-traveled part of the campus.

she finished her developing a little before midnight.

leaving the building with a sigh, the familiar anxiety about being alone in the dark on a not so busy location crept back.

the flickering streetlight did nothing to reassure her as she slowly made her way towards her car, the keys already in her hand.

she heard her before even noticing her.

the scrape of a foot on the asphalt startled enid who dropped her keys in fear.

she turned around as quickly as she dropped her keys and was met by a slightly taller female figure with longer black hair that nearly coated her face as it was angled down a little, looking at the ground beneath her. she was wearing a black, maybe a little too big for her size, jumper alongside some black jeans. converse as footwear. they looked... extremely run-down.

''can you help me?'' she mumbled.

enid bent down quickly to pick up her keys before putting on her friendly smile and face.

''what do you need help with?''

the mysterious woman took two small steps towards enid, limping.

''i think i sprained my ankle, could you take me to the hospital?''

the hospital was a short distance from the college university, however enid still hesitated. 

the woman in front of her looked really friendly and sounded genuine in her plea for help.

but, enid recently finished watching a documentary about ted bundy, who lured his victims nearly in the same way. pretending to be hurt.

the thought of ted bundy and his killings continued to reply in enid's mind over and over, making her even more scared of the situation she found herself in.

on top of that, why the hell would someone want to jog during the night in this creepy part of the town?

''i-i'm sorry, i can't do that right now.'' enid stuttered out a weak apology for not being able to take the poor woman to the hospital.

''but, i can call somebody for you.'' she continued, trying to reassure the tall woman in front of her.

''there's nobody to call... i just moved here, i don't know anyone...'' the black-haired woman muttered, looking down at her feet.

''can't you just drive me?'' she continued to push.

the tall woman leaned against a car, wincing in pain as she rubbed her ankle.

''i'll call you an ambulance.'' enid offered.

''NO! ... i mean, i can't really afford that, i don't have health insurance...''

the sudden yell startled enid even more, cold sweat washing over her. she didn't reply, she didn't have the courage to do so.

''can't you just drive me? i'll pay you twenty bucks.'' the woman offered.

however, there was something off about the way she said the ''i'll pay you twenty bucks'' part.

something wrong...

the woman's tone raised up when she said that last part, almost as if she's getting impatient with enid, trying to urge her to just drive her to the damn hospital.

enid gulped, her mind hitting the panic mode as hard as it could. she startled to tremble.

there was a deafening silence between the two for a few seconds before enid mustered up the courage.

''i-i can't help you, i'm sorry. i have to go home.'' enid mumbled out before slipping her keys between her two fingers, just like she was taught in self-defense classes.

she turned her back to the tall woman and speed-walked towards her car that was parked where the sidewalk ends. just a few feet away.

the tall woman watched, still leaning against that car, as enid drove away.

a flat expression spread across her face, that soon turned into a furious and menacing look as enid was driving out of her sights.

enid drove towards her house, music blasting, making her fear fade away. guilt replaced fear. 

did she really just leave a hurt human being alone in the night? 

what if she really needed help and enid was just overreacting?

enid was about to park her car near her apartment when she realized she had forgot to buy some things that she needed for breakfast the next morning.

she sighed in frustration, before turning back and driving towards the direction of the college university. 

about a minute down the road, her stomach turned and churned with fear. 

there was the tall woman in the black jumper and black jeans. running along the sidewalk. her face splashed with blood and a knife sticking out of her jeans.

her ankle was perfectly fine.

later that winter, there was a broadcast on the news. 

it was about a serial murderer dubbed ''the limping woman''.

enid didn't pay much mind to what the reporter was saying, until the woman's mugshot was showed.

it was the same woman she had encountered a month prior.

wednesday addams.

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