short stories

Don't believe all of all of what you "hear" and "see"

atthew stared at the door of his recently passed away best friend Richardson, letting out a deep sigh as he carefully opened the door hearing a loud 'eeek' sound come from it. Matthew stared blinking, it hadn't been that long since he has last been at his friend's house utterly confused on how it could have gotten that "eeeking" sound already, he shrugged it off as he started to head upstairs.
Matthew opened the trapdoor to the attic, letting the ladder fall down in front of him, slightly causing him to jump back in surprise on how fast it was. He took a deep breath to calm himself down as he climbed up the ladder leading into the dark, cobweb filled attic. Matthew coughed into his arm when he moved some dusty boxes aside, smelling this awful stench, it smelled worse than anything he's smelled before.

"What's causing this awful smell?"Matthew asked himself, cringing from the stench getting stronger and stronger by the minute. He started to look around for the source of the stench

Matthew ended up wandering over to a large box, it had that same smell, that he had been looking for. He stared again as he got onto his knees cutting it open with his pocket knife....His eyes widened in shock at what he saw. "W...What..t...th...the..!" Matthews red eye was filled with pure horror, his skin became pale, like all the life suddenly left him. What he saw was a box full of moldy, rotting human heads, some were recent. Somehow fresh.

Matthew could only sit and stare in horror, his body felt numb, frozen in place. His shaking hands gripping the worn down cardboard box lids. Sense started to fill Matthews mind as his hands stumbled into his pockets trying to grab his phone, freezing once again as he felt the breathing against his neck. "Hello. Old Friend." was all Matthew heard before it all went black.

Matthew woke up, he was laying in his own bed. He sat up hand against his forehead, everything that had happened was a big blur to him, his eyes squinted together as he tried to remember what had happened before everything had went black. Matthew scoffed and mumbled "I'll probably remember it later when this headaches gone away..." He sighed and rubbed his forehead as he pushed himself off the creaking bed, leaving his room to go get some Advil for his raging headache.
Matthew would never remember what had happened up in his friend's attic, but would always wonder what had happened that day when he woke up with this raging headache.