alan shook ever so slightly as he woke. he was on the frigid concrete floor, and to his left was a small pool of partially dried blood. the ginger couldn't figure out where the blood was coming from, as there were no marks on his arms or legs. he released an audible gasp as he lifted his shirt, though. for there was a mostly dry wound on his left hip, in the form of a long-fingered hand print. it was without a doubt austin's hand, but how did it get on alan's porcelain skin? he did not feel pain, though. alan hadn't felt pain in a long while, he has become numb to it all. he rose to his bare feet when he heard a small tapping sound coming from the single window in his room. the now quivering boy slowly made his way to the window, which is covered by dark curtains. but when he reached the window, the tapping stopped. he raised his bony hand to gently pull the curtains back, only to let out a scream and fall to the floor. there was a single hand print on the window, the same as the one that glowed red against his colorless skin. he rested his head against the floor. so many thoughts were going through his mind at once.
"alan, i see you've woken up?"
austin. and he was trailing blood behind him as he stepped into alan's room.
YOU ARE READING
bang. ((cashby))
Horror(lower case intentional) alan smiled wickedly as he pressed the cold metal of the gun to his temple. his smile grew as he placed his shaking finger to the trigger. he parted his lips for one last word. "bang"
