I walked into the bathroom and pulled down my pants. I sat on the toilet and sighed in relief as I urinated. The shower curtain was closed, something unusual. I pulled up my pants and slowly opened the curtain. The scream froze in my throat and I covered my mouth with a hand, steadying myself with the other hand. There in my bath tub was a man, lying beneath the water’s surface in his own bloody water. I was one hundred percent sure he was dead, his eyes were closed and his chest didn’t move and oxygen filled bubbles didn’t come out of his nose. I stumbled back and turned, ready to leave until the sound of moving water met my ear drums. My pulse quickened and fear coursed through my veins. His neck cracked as he turned his head turned me. His eyes flew open and it was all an inky black color, even the sciera.
“Please, don’t go,” he croaked, his voice hoarse. I let out a shrill scream and he appeared before me, placing his hand over my mouth. “Shhhh,” he cooed. He was dead! He was walking! What was he?! He placed his mouth over my throat and planted a kiss on my tiny larynx. I let out a squeal of surprise and tried to pry him off of me. He was so much strong than I. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” I screamed loudly as his teeth sunk into my throat and pain erupted all over my neck. He tore out my larynx and trachea and let me fall to the ground. I began to choke on my own blood as it spill onto the ground and into what was left of my throat. I gasped and sputtered but it was useless. Patches of darkness appeared in front of my eyes. No. This can’t be happening! It just can’t! Soon I saw black and only black.
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Short Stories
Short StoryA collection of creepy short stories that I tend to write when bored or stuck with all my other stories. I've decided to share them with you! :)
