My short stories

Story 15

 

"Okay, and then?" I ask, breathing quickly. 

"Then.... we find the wall," he informed me. I blindly attempt to find the wall with my weapon of defense, a thick candle holder, in my hand.

The wall's cold and smooth. 

"Put your back to it, that way you don't have to worry about protecting your back." He says, hitting the wall next to me.

"Okay." I lean my head against the wall, trying to catch my breath. 

"Slide across the walls until you find the door."

"Alright," I follow him against the wall. 

"We've gone around this room five times, there is no door." I tell him.

"Okay, new mission: find the way out--" 

Lightning strikes outside the house, showing us where a window is. The lightning lit up the room momentarily, so I got a glimpse of the room. There was a couch (the one I'm guessing I bumped into earlier I'm guessing) in the middle and a side table next to it. I expected that but I didn't expect the girl sitting on the couch, licking a knife. Fear had silenced me and I back up. He caught me. He put a finger to my lips. 

"Shhh.." He hugs me from behind. Maybe he was as scared as I was. I jump with the thunder and lightning that came soon after that. The girl had blood all down her blue, fancy dress that went delicately down to her ankles. She was sticking her tongue out at me; the huge cut in the middle was gross and pouring blood. I tried to scream but my voice had left me. He held me tighter when I tried to back up. 

The darkness of the room returned just as the silence did. 

Find a way out. 

I pull away from him. His hand trails down my arm until he finds mine. Our fingers intertwine. My heart flutters, but I don't have time for this right now. I take a step forward, taking a deep breath. If we didn't get out, we'd be killed. 

Lightning lit up the room once again. The girl had vanished from her spot on the couch.

"Where'd she go?" He asks from behind me. 

I shook my head "I don't know," I ran up to the window, or where I thought it would be. I tried to take my hand away from his but he protested, "don't let go... I don't want to lose you."

I smiled, "fine, but try to find the window." We put down our items of protection and rub our free hands over the wall. 

"You think we'd feel the window since we went around the room so many times." He mutters, sighing. I smile.

There's another bolt from the sky and we see the window, it was right in front of us. We turn to look at each other. Out of the corners of our eyes we see her. Another bolt of lightning strikes directly in front of the window. Time freezes. I suddenly can't move, he doesn't move either, the lightning is still lighting up the room and still touching the ground. We were looking into each other’s eyes. His hair is wet and stuck to his forehead, his cheek had blood on it, his neck has some as well. 

We both stood like statues as she crossed the room to us. 

Her eyes were chocolate brown. Her lips were thin, and red with newly applied lipstick. The blood is gone from her neck and face, but is still stained on her dress. Her blonde hair was in pigtails that skimmed her shoulders. She came right next in between us, standing inches behind our joined hands. 

"Let me teach you a lesson about being in the dark..." She paused. "Don't come into my darkness, thinking it'd be fun to see the girl who died here ... and ... thinking you'd get out alive." Her beautiful lips turned upward in an evil smirk. Then, before I knew it, she bit him; she grabbed his arm and ate it like a piece if watermelon. Blood poured from his wound as he came to life, bending and wincing and screaming from the pain. She laughed then turned him around and against the wall. She pressed her body against his as I remained immobile. He breathed quickly, still in agony but now in shear terror of what she would do next. She leaned her head closer to his. She closed her eyes, as she inhaled. He shut his eyes as well, fear covering his face. She giggled and kissed his neck, near his collar bone. 

What was happening? Was he enjoying that?

 

Then I heard a sickening slush. His eyes fly open as he screams. She backs away from him, chewing and swallowing. He slides down the wall, his eyes are suddenly droopy. She didn't have to kill me; once his eyes shut for the last time, I felt my heart explode in my chest.