Short Stories

The Crazy One

"Ahhh" screams fill my head every part of everyday. I can never seem to escape them. Those screams that fill my head are not human, some days they taunt me, other days they surprise me coming out of what seems like nowhere. Today they are taunting me telling me I belong with them, only I don't know what they are.

Today they start out differently, I began going crazy. I start screaming and people come towards me telling me to calm down, only I can't. Whoever, whatever the screams are coming from, nor human nor animal are taking over my body not just by screaming, no, but controlling it. When they come over to get me to calm down with their evil needle and scrubs, I know what is going to happen. I know that it is going to take over my body. I have to calm down; I know I have to calm down, but those screams. They just make it impossible.

I start sweating, put my hands to the sides of my head and cry out, "No, you will not put that evil needle of yours in me. If you do it will take over me, my whole body!"

They then shout back to me, "Sir, they're in your head." I don't believe them. Those screams are real and nothing they can do will help. I slide down the wall, put my head into my knees and cry. I cry until it goes away, those doctors, the evil needle, and mainly the screams. When I take a glance up everything is still there except for the screams. The doctors look at me funny but I am so happy the screams are gone.

When I finally get up the doctors plug their ears. I don't understand why until someone shouts towards me, "Stop screaming!" Only I'm not screaming it's him, the thing it's controlling me, my head and my body. I try yelling at it from inside my mind to stop. Only it won't.

A man yells out pointing at me, "It's him! It's him! He's come to kill us all!" Before I know it, the man is screaming as are the doctors. I can see myself turning around and around only I'm not spinning, my feet are standing still, it's my head, it's twisting in a circle but it isn't possible, this can't be possible unless...I'm dead. It has full control of my body. Only my soul as well as my voice can defend me now.
I start screaming at the hellish thing, "Get out of my body! Get out!" My soul is starting to fade away but I must try. I must keep trying to fight for my body. I keep trying and trying but I keep fading away more and more. Finally I give up as my soul fades away fully. I am now a ghost which lurks in the shadows trying to find a person willing to sacrifice their own body to me.

--What do you guys think so far? Want anymore short stories? If so, do you have any ideas on a short story you would want me to write next? If so tell me in the comment section and I'll try my best to come up with something for it.--