As i entered the basement, i felt a chill go down my spine. I looked behind me and sure enough, the door was gone. I heard yelling from the old man. I couldn't hear what he was saying but im ninety nine percent sure he yelled "get out". I ignored this and tried to find Mark. I wasn't leaving without him. Not that i had a choice really. I turned a corner and saw an old man standing in the corner of a room. He wasnt doing anything, just standing there looking at me, smiling. I made a run for it. I tried to run anywhere i could to get away from there. The basement seemed never ending and i was sure that this old man was chasing me. Eventually, i stopped and looked behind me. When i turned around i saw the man standing right there. I remember feeling a sudden pain on my head and then just blackness. I woke up in some type of table. My hands and feet were bound to the table. I was terrified, i tried to scream but my mouth was taped shut. After about five minutes of struggling, the old man came in, still smiling. I noticed that he carved the names of people from my school into his arm. He had a no hair on his head or face. He brought up a table of things like a butcher knife, a meat clever, a drill, and many surgical tools. I remember him laughing as he inserted the knife into my gut. I had never felt such pain in my life. Next, he pulled out my finger nails one by one. At this point, i couldn't take it. I was in so much pain and i was so angry i had ripped the ropes that bound my hands to the table. I grabbed the butcher knife and jammed it into the mans eye. I ran as fast as i could to somewhere i could be safe.
I hope you guys enjoy so far. Sorry that its really graphic, im just trying to add some "horror" to this.
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Trapped
HorrorThis story is told in the view of a twenty seven year old man. He is writing about his strange experiences throughout college. His college had always had some weird things going on with it. However, when he hears a strange noise come from the librar...
