When I see people, each person has their own aura. They are colored outline that is a color determined on who long they have to live. Most people my age have a green-ish tint. This means they will live a full life. Some people have a yellow-grew tint. This means they will be "taken before their time" but not too soon.
Rarely, I will see someone with a red or blood red tint. Usually these people have somewhere between 24 and 48 hours left.
I walked over to the register in the coffee shop and began my shift. I saw the first person and realized they had a deep, blood red color. I felt awful but there was nothing I could do.
I took their order and they sat down. Another person walked in and they were red too. I felt a gut twisting feeling in my stomach but still took their order. The same thing happened over and over again until a man in a military uniform walked in with a sickening green aura.
I looked in the window and saw my own reflection; red. Within seconds I was staring down the gun of a barrel.
YOU ARE READING
Little Terrors
HorrorThese are short stories . I will continue to update as often as I can but I need to finish my story "my many colors". If you haven't read what I have so far, go ahead and do so if you would like. It's my first actual story.
