(A collection of short horror stories)
(Horror story six)
{6} ~ Car chases on the telly.
"Breaking news! There has just been a high-speed power race just off the side of the M62." The T.V fired up. Joe dropped his spoon back into his bowl of coco-pops and watched. Just as he looked up, he saw the news cover the screen with a Live Video Broadcast of the car chase. Joe grinned. He had always loved these type of things. "The person in the blue car - seemingly a man, about six-foot-four with black hair and stubble - has been on the road since early hours of this morning. We have reason to believe he is an escaped In-Mate from the detention unit."
Joe raised his spoon and put some soggy coco-pops in his mouth. He chewed, swallowed then re positioned himself on the couch. As it started to show a picture of an ugly looking man wearing prison uniform, Joe screamed upstairs to his brother and roommate, Martin.
"Martin!" He shouted. His eyes still glued on the square box, he heard his roommate mumble some words before pounding down the stairs. The couch sagged next to Joe as Martin sat down.
"What do you want?" He grumbled. Joe didn't answer, but nodded his head in the direction of the T.V. Martin groaned again, but turned his attention to the box. Then, just like Joe had, his jaw dropped. "Is that-" Joe cut him short.
"It is." They both gulped. Joe threw his spoon into the bowl and put it on the table. Then, they both watched in horror at the man on the box.
"-He has just entered the M67 lane to Plinkon. Police are hot on his trail. Wait, what's this? It seems that he has ditched his vehicle and continued on foot into the nearby woodland. The police are quite far behind him at this point. It looks like this man knows where he's going, though, so the police will have a hard time keeping up-"
Both Joe and Martin screamed in disbelief. That man - The escaped prisoner - was heading towards their house. Joe had known that putting him behind bars would do no good, but did anyone listen? No.
And now this was the consequences.
As fast as they could, they both parted ways and sprinted to lock all their windows and doors. Joe ran to the kitchen, locked the back door and all four windows, then drew the blinds. Martin had took this opportunity to run upstairs and lock all the windows, and the fire escape, too. Then, they both met up again and watched in horror at the T.V, believing that they were now safe.
"-And all our suspicious were right. Here, we can clearly see that the running person is, in fact, the escaped In-Mate, Gregory James. We advise all who live near Plinkon to keep inside, as this criminal is nutritiously known for-" With that, the power went out. Martin was the first to let out a girly scream, but Joe was soon to follow as he heard the loud tapping of the glass.
After a few minutes, the tapping stopped and the two roommates talked in hushed voices.
"We don't need the T.V to know why he was locked up." Martin gulped. Joe nodded and searched the room, but the lights were out.
"The slaughter. The one who would chop up people, then smear their blood all over the house. The only person sick enough to send the families body parts, until he'd throw their heads down the chimney."
"It's sick how we know all this stuff." Martin told him. Both of them looked around, freaked out that the tapping had stopped so suddenly. Had the police caught up with him? Had he ran away furth-
"Oh shit!" Joe said. Martin held his breath and looked at him. Through the dead light, he could see Joe's glossy eyes glowing with tears.
"What?"
"I forgot to lock the -"
"Basement door." A harsh, rough voice interrupted them both. Joe and Martin screamed and spun around to see a silhouette of a man, an axe gleaming in his hands. "Hello, my dear brothers." He hit the axe on the door frame, before pulling it out and running to them, laughing.
