Horror Short Stories

He's Here.

She's running from him... But he isn't far behind...

HE'S HERE.

I’d already run from him.  But he still is after me.  He is trying to eradicate me.  Who is this person you ask?  My own father killed my mother to get to me.  All this time, my mom was protecting me, caring for me, trying to keep my father away from me, even though I found her frustrating.  My mother made my father drink, so we could get away.  But he found out and the next night, he found us in a garage of a quaint, abandoned house.   We started up the car, but he broke the window of the car and grabbed my mother.  He pulled her out of the car, so I tried to protect her, but he cut my face with his knife, making me stumble backwards. He began to beat my mom until she was weak.  Then, with dynamic moves, slashed my mother’s throat so the last I saw of her, was her head on the ground with blood all around it.  

I started sprinting to the car, never wanting to see my father’s face again.  “There’s a preview of what’s going to happen to you!” he said, screaming at the top of his lungs.  I ran to my mother’s car, remembering everything she told me about driving.  I turned the key, but the car didn’t start up.  He was coming towards me.  I tried again, the engine made a buzzing noise.  He was then sprinting at me, with his knife held high in the air screaming, “I want vengeance, you little brat!  I’m going to snare you and put you in my trunk!”  That was when I heard the engine staring up.  I thought to myself, the engine is ringing!  Luckily, I escaped right before he got through the window.  And here I am now, 15 year old me, driving away from my psycho father who wants to kill me, the reason being anonymous.  I had thought he was just a normal father, with just a normal job, and just a normal life.

But I was wrong.  Now I must kill my father.  This isn’t going to be easy.  Especially since I’m a dupe.   But he killed my mother.  He is the grim reaper.  And I was his next victim.  As I looked in the rear view mirror, I didn’t see his car behind me.  I stopped at a 24-hour gas station to grab some supplies if I was going to run away.  I looked around for some money, when I found my mom’s purse sitting on the passenger’s seat.  I looked through it, finding her wallet.  I took the purse in with me.  I’m just peacefully browsing the store, until the clerk stopped me.

He looked at me and said, “Now what would a little girl like you be doing here at one o’clock in the morning?” He asked, with an inimitable tone in his voice.  Was it really that late?  I hadn’t noticed the time.  I kindly answered, “I’m fifteen, thank you.  And I’m… Um… Running away.”  He starts to grin.  “Well, if you’re running away, let me help you with supplies.  I’m Robert by the way.  I’m a makeshift  for my buddy Joe.  He’s in a scrimp situation.  What’s your name?”  He asks as he starts pulling water bottles of a shelf.  “My name’s Rebecca.” “That’s a nice name.”  He says as we are beginning to walk towards the dry foods section of the mini mart.  He starts grabbing bags of chips and other foods.  “You’re also going to need this.  This should be marginal if you’re running away.”  He hands me a first aid kit.  “Well, that should do it.”  He says with a little breath of relief.  “Now let me help you with gas.”  We start walking out towards the car.  “Robert, how much will this all cost?”  I ask, with a little worry in my voice.  “I’ll handle it.  It’s too much for a 15 year old girl who’s running away.”  He fills up the gas tank all the way.  As I hop into the car, I thank him about a million times.  “No problem, kid.  I would prescribe heading east, where the city is.  Here’s a map.”  He hands me a map.  As I roll up the window, a prominent car makes a sharp turn into the gas station.  But this car I would recognize anywhere.  He’s here. 

My father jumps out of his car and points a gun to Robert’s head.  Since when did he have a gun?  “Give me the girl, and no one gets hurt!”  My father said.  “And who are you exactly?” Robert asks in a stern voice.  “I’m her father.”  “Well, you obviously aren’t doing a good job of that, mister.”  My dad starts dashing towards Robert screaming, “I have some pending business with that girl!”  Robert then punches him in the face with his utmost power.  “Rebecca, go!  Go now!”  He screams.  “But what about you?”  I want him to come with me.  I can’t let my father kill him!  “Just go!  I’ll be-“ Robert never finished that sentence.

Robert dropped down to the floor, with a knife through his heart.  “NO!!!”  I scream.  I didn’t even know if he had a family, or wife, or kids.  If he did, what would I tell them?  My dad killed your husband?  I started pulling out of the gas station when a bullet went through my window.  When I was in shock, he grabbed me and threw me to the ground.  “Now you’re done!  You’re mother protected you all this time.  But she’s not here anymore, is she!  This is all your fault!  You did this to your mother!”  He pulls me up and grabs my throat and presses me against the trunk of the car.  “Why do you want to kill me?”  I asked, the words barely escaping my mouth.  “You’re too young to know.  And you will never know.  Now, any last words?”  He asks, with his knife reluctant in the air.  He is waiting for me to say something.  “You never were my dad, or her wife.  You were always a horrible person.  You’re a-“

I didn’t finish that sentence. 

My vision begins to fill with red blood. 

Everything is starting to blur. 

The last thing I see is his big, creepy smile. 

Well mom, it looks like I’ll see you and Robert soon.

THIS WAS AN ASSIGNMENT FOR A VOCABULARY/ENGLISH CLASS, AND I DECIDED TO USE IT AS A HORROR SHORT STORY...SO YEAH....