Horror Tales

Third Shift

Its May 3rd, 2006. I'm working third shift at a group home. As I am doing my walk through of the sleeping residents, I notice one woman, Edna, is still awake. She is sitting in front of her closet door whispering, as if she is talking to someone. I try to listen, but since I am to far away, I hear nothing. She then leans over and grabs something out of deesser drawer. Its a knife, she slices her wrist and blood starts pouring out.

I run into her room and grab a sheet off her bed. I try to stop the bleeding as best as I can. I grab my cellphone and dial 911. Edna dies in my arms muttering, "he's here" with a smile. The ambulance shows up minutes later. The police show up right after, asking me all kinds of questions.

After everyone leaves, my boss asks me if I need a few nights off, I tell her no, I'll be in tonight still. I go home and lay down to go to bed. I wake up at 9:02 P.M. and get ready for my shift. I get to work and start my bed checks. I go to Edna's room, I open the door and there is a tall dark man. Standing by the closet. I close the door and grab my phone to dial 911. But the door opens with so much force that I flew into the wall knocking me out.

I wake up and see blood everywhere. I see the mangled bodies of the residents I am suppose to protect. The lights are flickering and the fire alarm is going off. The man is standing in front of me. He walks closer, holding a long knife. He stops in front of me and leans over to whisper in my ear. "Where's Edna?" he asks in a creepy low voice. "She died last night" I answer. He stands up straight "then you will do" he says, he grabs me by the legs and starts pulling me towards Ednas bedroom. I start kicking and screaming for help. He pulls me into the bedroom and the door slams shut.
He starts slicing and I keep screaming. Until he slits my throat, and drags me to the closet.