Short Scary Stories

Maze

I tried to run at first. Then I tried hiding.

I tried praying. I tried escaping. I tried giving up. I tried ending it all. I tried confronting them. I tried everything.

Nothing works, it still hurts. It hurts so bad.

It's a huge maze. You cannot get out of it, you can only go in deeper. When you try to go back, they come out of the shadows. I wish they would leave me alone, but they crawl out and scratch at my skin until my blood covers their claws.

I've learnt to steer clear of doors marked with triangles. Those are filled with dolls. Not just ordinary dolls though... They stare into your soul and make you feel all the pain you've caused to people in your life, like disgusting angels of justice. I hate them. I hate them so much. I hate them more when they get out of the rooms, so I make sure to barricade every triangle-marked door I see.

Sometimes I hear laughter coming from corridors. If you don't avoid these sounds, the puppets will find you. They will play with you and they won't let you go. I tried to stop them once, but they surrounded me and started stabbing at me with their knives. After that I only remember trying to escape from them while covered in a layer of my own internal organs, while they danced and used my intestines as skipping ropes and my kidneys as stress balls. My injuries heal regardless of magnitude, but I wish they didn't. It makes me feel like Prometheus...

I JUST WANT TO DIE

I realised after a while here that if you close your eyes when the screams start, the demons won't hurt you. If you come into contact with them, though, you should open your eyes. It'll hurt less that way.

Sometimes I see others. They all have the same blank look in their eyes and I know what they go through. I never speak to them though, because the walls can listen to me and they can punish me.

The thing I hate more though, is the mirrors. Those accursed mirrors.

You can see your past life in there. You can see the reason why you are in the labyrinth. The reason why you are in hell, with the dolls and the puppets and the others. I see myself stabbing my wife. I see myself selling my child's organs to continue my gambling addiction. I see myself killing the innocent beggar because he witnessed my crimes. I see myself, with my knife poised at my heart, as I took own life. And now I am here. I hate those damn mirrors. They make sure my crimes linger with me, the faces of those I killed looking at me.

I've seen Satan once. He laughed and told me I was stuck in the maze forever. Just like you are.

Good luck. The walls should open up any minute now.