Horror shorts

Curiosity Killed The Cat

What did I do? Why did I have to look? The creature wasn't going to let me go any time soon. What happened? Forgive me. I got ahead again didn't I?

It was the day after my friends party and I had that dreaded hangover everyone warned me about. Bending over the toilet, the awfully familiar feeling in my stomach making my throat gargle then push out the horribly tasting fluid. Scolding myself I went to clean my face and hopefully rid my mouth of that taste.

Once sorted and safely in my dressing gown, I huddled on the sofa and threw on a film. I don't really remember what film I put on but that's irrelevant as of this moment. I must have dozed off during the film because I jumped awake to a crash in my house. I grumbled, expecting it to only be a shelf that had fallen.

Getting up I stopped, my eyes trailed to my cream, freshly shampooed, carpet. Accross it were crimson red footprints, about the size of a child's feet, spread from the door, to me where two stopped. It then trailed to my dining room then to tht kitchen. Part of me screamed to run upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom. Yet, another part of me was... Curious.

Another crash sounded from the kitchen, pots and pans falling. It was obvious whatever was here meant to wake me. I slowly put my feet down on the carpet, forgetting all about the blood till I felt the warm liquid press to my feet. It had killed something and not long ago. I slowly walked towards the kitchen, making sure I didn't make a sound. On the doorway between the living room and dining room were smeared, bloody handprints.

After what felt like an eternity, I reached the kitchen door and peeked round it. There it was, sat upon the kitchen side, pan in each twisted and clawed hand. It's eyes were black, one hanging out of its socket, it's chest, clawed open and insides hanging out. It's feet though, seemed to be in tact. Two twisted, broken wings graced it's back, a flurry of black feathers and God knows what what else.

Looking straight at me, into my soul it let out a shreak and dashed towards me. I pulled the door closed, that would give me a few seconds to run up the stairs. Two feet wasn't fast enough, I needed to get up faster. I lent over on hands and feet like a dog or a cat and scrambled up, the thing not far behind. I felt god was on my side today as I made it to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. The lock clicked but I was afraid as it shook the door, the lock wouldn't hold.

Suddenly, everything stopped. The silence was eerie and ominous to my ears. I swear in that moment I could hear my blood pumping through my veins. In that moment everything froze. I contemplated jumping out the window and calling the cops but they wouldn't be here untill that thing had its way with me. I knew my time was up, and this is where I am. As I sit writing this as a warning I hear it's claws being dragged down the door, a reminder that I am not safe. If anyone does read this, warn anyone else that that thing will still be out there when I'm done for.

It now pokes a hole through the door and as it peers through I can hear it's whispers. "I can see you. I know you're in there. Let me in"

I beg you. Spread my story, let the world know of this things existence. I'm done for but you can save yourself and your loved ones. One last thing. For the love of God... don't look! Why? You'll end up like me. That one phrase repeating in my head over again.

Curiosity Killed The Cat.