Wednesday Morning.
The blaring of an alarm clock next to her head wakes her from her slumber. “Siri, set an alarm for 48 hours.” She said into her phone. Her eyes had barely fluttered open at this point. As much as she would love to stay in her warm bed she has so much work she must get done by the end of Thursday. She had no time to waste. She had to be done in 48 hours. As her bare feet touched the hardwood floor, a shudder went up her spine. The cold winds of the night must have chilled them over, still, she refused to sleep with a closed window. If the time came she would need a quick escape. She stood from her bed and made her way to the closet, picking a clean pair of scrubs. Then making her way to the bathroom, connected to her room, to shower away the fresh layer of sweat and dirt from a restless night's sleep. Feeling the warm water run down her back gave her a sense of comfort. A cleanliness that could only be achieved by several minutes of scrubbing, left her feeling rejuvenated, ready to meet her self implicated deadline at the end of the next day. Stepping out of the shower she reached for her towel wiping off the water droplets along her skin before slipping on her blue scrubs. She loved the feeling of a fresh set of scrubs on her clean body. At the sink, she scrubbed her face with soap and scratched away at her skin with a coarse dried sea sponge to get rid of the dead skin and dried her face with a new face towel. She brushed her teeth until her gums ached and she could taste nothing but the mintiness of the toothpaste. Her tongue burned against the bristles of the brush but she needed to be as sanitary as possible. When she finished her dental care she pulled her hair up in a tight bun atop her head, not missing a single strand and when she finished she slipped her lab coat on patting down the wrinkles with the efficiency only she would acknowledge. But it brought immense comfort to her to be perfect. She had to be. She couldn't afford any mistakes at this rate.
Slipping on her lab shoes she made her way out of her room, down the stairs, past the kitchen, and descended into her basement. Flicking on the light switch as she made her way to the industrial-sized sink in the corner of her examination room and washed her hands up to her elbows before rinsing and putting on her blue nitrile gloves. She put on her goggles and scrub cap on the way to her examination table. She grabbed her electric bone saw and flicked on the machine before turning it off and setting it back on the table of her tools. She grabbed the tarp over the examination table and pulled it back revealing the object upon the table. Picking the bone saw back up and turning it on she brought the tool down on said object cutting off a large piece. She picked up the chunk she cut off and sorted it into one of the many different crates she had to organize the different parts of her assignment. She meticulously worked on cutting away at the project on her table. Taking each piece off with exact precision. Layer by layer, tissue by tissue, fiber by fiber. She would rinse off parts of the hard inner structure and separated them into the bin marked ‘B’. She did this for hours, the familiarity of the wiring from the machine comforted her in her work. She slowly worked away at the top half of her project diligently making sure everything was perfect. When she was almost halfway done with the area she was working on she heard the bell jingle from the front of her house above her. Someone was here.
She ascended the stairs with the fading light from the lab illuminating her figure from behind creating an iridescent loom around her body. As she reached the top of the stairs she closed the basement door, thinking to lock it with the key around her neck since she had company, but she decided against it. The key itself was a cool worn silver which contrasted nicely with the red ribbon she had placed the key on to hang from. Her lab shoes pattered against the hardwood floor of her foyer. She reached for the doorknob and put on a fake smile. Remembering how the muscles in the face contort to form a certain shape of the mouth to make a person seem welcomed.
“Hello, how may I help you today?” She said the smile seemed to do its job as it seemingly eased the tension in the young lady's shoulders.
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Scary Stories
Mystery / ThrillerI've always loved writing scary stories and telling them to all my friends. So here we are! I will try to update regularly. This is kinda like scary stories to tell in the dark I suppose.
