I'm the last one here.
Those... things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, beady eyes, and sharp claws. Every time I close my eyes I see my coworkers get ripped to shreds. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them all get picked off one by one. I tried to stop it, I swear I tried......
Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either I will press the red button, or the green button.
Supposedly one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, angry...thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side of the power door. I can only imagine what lies out there.
Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing screeches behind me. Oh god oh god oh god.
Why did I lie on my application?
Why didn't I tell them I was color blind?
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Short Scary Stories
Short StoryThis book contains stories that is perfect for telling at sleepovers. But, beware. These stories contain truths that you may not want to know. Beware. And brace yourself.
