Cursed

Chapter One.

Chapter One

I wake to the annoying ring of my cell phone that lies on the bedside table. I grab it and moan tiredly. "What?" I say in a tone that would probably anger the person on the other end of the call.

"Lace, turn on the news. Now," he said in what sounded like shock.

"Luke, I don't have time for your shenanigans. It's 7 o'clock. Leave me be!" I moan into the phone, sending it to my best friend.

Luke was tall, handsome, but practically my older brother. He had shaggy black hair and bright blue eyes. We had been friends since third grade. He'd always been a prankster and the class clown. Always got in trouble. Now he was twenty and I was nineteen, yet we were as close as ever.

"Seriously Lacey. I'm not joking this time," he answered and I could hear the panic in his voice. I grab the television remote and click the power button.

"There have been several reports in the duration of the last two hours of this horrifying cannibalism. Stay tuned to find out more," the report lady says. My mouth drops as disturbing images of people attacking other bystanders pop onto the screen, one right after another until I couldn't take it anymore, and I turned off the T.V.

"Oh my gosh. What's going on?" I respond practically dropping my phone.

"I don't know but I'm on my way to get you. Don't leave your apartment, okay? Grab whatever food you have in your cabinets. We have to go," he says and I can here the keys to his car jingle in his hand.

"Calm down! It's probably just some crazy people, alright? Just stay home. If I need you I'll call you," I tell him trying to put reason to the madness I just saw.

"I'm on my way," he responds and I here a click. He hung up.

I jump out of the bed and run to the kitchen. I grab a left over grocery bag and cram some canned food in it. I live alone in a small apartment so I don't have much food. Bringing the bag, I dash back into my bedroom and grab the small suitcase I keep for family visits. I throw some clothes in it and open the drawer of my bedside table. I grab my asthma inhaler.

I have terrible asthma, which could get me killed in these situations. I grab some medicine and bandages out of the bathroom. I walk into the small kitchen and grab a few knifes. You never know what we could need. As I gather things, I hear a thump on my door, causing me to drop one of the knifes. It clatters on the hardwood floor. I walk over to the source of the noise. The thump hits again louder this time and followed by a low growl.

"Luke, this isn't a time to joke around," I say, not really convinced that it was Luke. He was coming to protect me, not to scare me.

The thump turns to a crash as the door to my apartment falls through. The door lands on top of me in pieces and I reach out to grab one of the knifes. The large butcher knife lies on the floor, inches away from my outstretched finger. A loud groan is heard followed by slow and uneven footsteps. They are headed in the other direction. I quietly get up from beneath the door as the footsteps fade into my apartment. One of those cannibalistic monsters are in my home.

I think of running but remember that I can't. Luke is on his way over to get me. I can't abandon him. Not now. I grab the knife from the floor and slowly head towards my little bedroom. I can hear no footsteps anymore. Where did this horror go? Just as I decide to stop searching and focus on supplies, two hands grab my shoulders and pull me to the ground. It had found me.

This 'thing' climbs on top of me. I find he is an older man, muscular. He grabs at my neck but I push his head back. I raise the knife but it slaps the knife away. He's crazy but he's smart. His skin is slightly green and the skin from his cheek hung down. I scream and commence to push it off of me but he's to strong, to big. He lowers his head to my neck and I fight. I push him, kick him, hit him, but it's no use. Just as my hope silences, Luke enters. "Lace!" he screams. He pushes the...thing aside and helps me up. It jumps up and before it can do anymore damage, Luke stabs it in the chest.

My heart is beating to fast and I can't breathe. I gasp but nothing is inhaled. I point to the suitcase, gasping. He runs for it and searches through pockets. My knees give out and I fall to the floor. Black spots cloud my vision. I see Luke's feet shuffle closer to me then the world fades to black.