One young woman, probably in her mid-twenties, gingerly strode down to a dim-lit street. She had just finished her shift, and was now hungry and tired. As she walked, her stomach kept on producing low grumbles for she still hasn't eaten her dinner. Alice Mia Cohen was now used to being this worn-out, after all she has been working as a nurse for a month of Sundays now.
Alice marched up her front porch and reached down to her nursing uniform's pocket to fumble for her keys. She opened her door and headed inside. Her house is really not that spacious, everything seemed to be crammed up, but she still liked it. Anyway she could easily transport from a room to another.
She then dashed towards her kitchen, quickly opened a can of beans, and devoured all of it until nothing was left but the can itself. She didn't even bother heating it.
After satisfying her demanding stomach, she headed towards this blue-tiled room she calls her bathroom and started doing her night routine.
It was almost 1 AM in her place when she climbed up her bed and started dosing off. But, she was awoken shortly after by a dreadful scream, it seemed like it was in pain. She, frightened, bolted upright almost immediately. It was very loud. It made her hands creep up to her ear to cover it. She reckoned that it was her little sister, Allison, playing sick tricks again. Alice had no choice but to just shrug it off, after all she was dog-tired. She closed her eyes, started falling into a deep slumber, and then was once again rudely interrupted by yet another scream. This time, it was louder, now loud enough to make her realize that she has already moved in to her rented house and that she now lives alone.
When the scream started to end, because of curiosity, she decided to investigate. Her eyes scanned the room, in attempt to find a weapon that she could somehow use to defend herself, and then her eyes landed on her heavy tennis racket.
She got up on her feet, grabbed her tennis racket, and opened the door that leads straight to her living room. Everything was dark except from the light that assumably came from her television. She thought about the noise she heard just a while ago and guessed that it came from her TV, but she didn't remember turning it on. She watched what was playing in the TV, and cringed right away. There were blood and guts everywhere and it seems like someone's been murdered violently. The weird thing is, it appeared like it was real and the person that was killed looked familiar. She shook her head, thinking that she's probably out of her mind for thinking such things.
Just then, her hands acted like it had a mind of its own and it quickly reached down to unplug the TV's electric cord, but she saw that it already wasn't plugged in. Her eyes widened while she slowly backed away.
"My TV's playing on without me turning it on and without it getting plugged in," she whispered to herself.
She felt an involuntary shiver slide up her spine. And then instantly because of fear, she ran towards her bedroom, slammed the door hard and locked it. Alice was always like this, easily frightened.
She turned all the lights on while still grasping her tennis racket. Alice sat up in her bed, held the racket up with her hands and her eyes were wide, wide open.
"This will be the beginning of a very long night," she sighed bitterly.
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Man on The Run
Mistério / Suspense(JUST A SHORT STORY) One night changes her life. When the brutal murder of Bertha Barnett happens on a regular night after work, Alice sees it all and believes it was nothing but a dream. But when Mrs. Barnett is found dead on her lawn the morning a...
