Short stories

Storage unit 💛

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Death, blood mentions, and the dark

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Pit, pat, pit, pat.

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I will never forget that noise.

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Pit, pat, pit, pat, and then... a crunch.

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That will haunt me.

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I looked around the parking lot. It was empty. We were in broad daylight. Mother told us to get out of the car. So I hopped out of the passenger's seat and closed my door. My brothers getting out of the side doors of the van. The blue-gray minivan. It was old, but looked just fine.

We entered the building and were hit with the smell of dust. It was a storage building after all. There were three carts to load stuff onto. The fourth was missing. But there was no one else here. Mother went out of the building, then came back in with the four boxes to put into storage. Four UHAL boxes, from the move, mother just reused the boxes to put storage items in it.

We entered the storage place. Lights instantly turning on, but only above us. The lights had sensors for when to turn on apparently. When walking down the hall, the lights in the hallways we didn't go down turned on. I don't know why, mother didn't know why, but my brother was curious why. But one hallway, was dark. The light didn't turn on. All you could see was the bright red letters reading "EXIT."

My brother asked why and my youngest brother latched onto me. Mother didn't know how to answer and just lied. A lie that didn't make sense to me, but my brother shut up. I looked back down that hall, I thought I saw eyes. But mother rushed me towards our storage room.

Mother was loading the boxes into the storage unit. When I turned around, to see my brother missing. I frowned, knowing he wouldn't do this. He couldn't handle a creepy place. So, he wouldn't wander around here. Then I turned back around to see mother disappeared. My youngest brother had climbed into our storage room. Seemingly hiding from something.

Then, I heard a pit, pat, pit, pat. I looked down, knowing I shouldn't have, but done it anyway. Thick, dark red liquid dripped from the ceiling. Blood, I knew what it looked like all too well. For I'm a horror fanatic. I stiffened and didn't look up. Instead, I picked up the keys from the box, and made my way to our storage room. I asked my youngest brother if he was okay if I locked the door. He said that he preferred it that way. For he would be safer.

So, I locked the door. Some more blood dripped, but faster this time. Then, a crunch echoed through the entire storage area. Some tearing noises, then a thump. I heard chewing and crunching next. Whatever bit either my mother or brother, then spat it out. It was probably my brother. But that can be discussed another time. I looked where the thump came from. My brother's body, laying in a growing puddle of blood. A scratched out hole in his chest.

I didn't look up still. Then a shuffling noise, like something big was trying to scramble off on a narrow beam. That is probably what it was anyway. A dragging noise came from another direction. Like there was two. Then I heard a hissing noise. The things were probably territorial, and they got stuck here and now we're fighting over food. I heard scratching, high screaming, and thumping.

Whilst the things were fighting. I let out my brother, and we ran out of there. On my way out, I noticed that there weren't any security cameras. Scowling I ran out of the front doors. The people running this place probably knew. Then I got out my phone, and called the cops. 

They went in with three, came out with two. Then they got reinforcements. We were took home. Father didn't know what to do. At least I don't have to deal with my brother and mother anymore. I could never get along with mom, and I hated my brother. But like I said, that's a story for another time.

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It's me, the author. If you want that story. I can write it for ya.