Horror Stories

23 Hours

Hello. I am Nerzik. I am 27 years old, and I thank you for staying this far.

I am locked in my own home. No water, food, and the oxygen is being sucked out slowly.

I have given up all hope of survival, so I thought I might as well leave a story for all those people who matter in my life.

It has been 20 hours since I was locked, and based on my calculations, I have 3 hours left to live. So here is my story, which I'd like to tell before I die.

Mom, I haven't been truthful to you. I was doing drugs behind your back when I was 15 years old, and it has been getting worse ever since.

I feel my withdrawal symptoms nearing, all that pain and shit like that. All I wish for you to do, is to try to sell all my drugs, to make enough money to live the life you want.

I am already feeling better, knowing that you'll be okay.

Alice, meet Joan. My girlfriend.

Joan, meet Alice. My wife.

Yes. I have been cheating on both of you. I have been weak and paranoid, not knowing who to love or who loves me, so I chose two to be safe.

To tell you the truth, I love you both. But now, since I'll die, I might as well make you feel happy for my death. Think of it as justice, or karma, if you may.

I have one thing to say to you. Be careful of the men in this world. Lots of them are weak, and bound to betray. Be careful of love.

Baoz. Hey bro. Or should I say, the man whose life I worsened.

I am deeply sorry for driving you to drugs, stealing, and even going against people. I felt like I needed someone to relate to.

Huh. I have 1 hour left.

Those of you reading my story, know this.

These 23 hours, have been hell. Not because of my death, but because of my reflection on my life. I have lived such a sinful life, I am sin.

But, I have forgiven myself, and changed, although it is worthless. Because I will die. But all I want is for all of you to forgive me. And try to live a great, loving life.

Because no one knows when your 23 hours will come.

As for who did this to me, thank you. You freed me from lies, hate and self-hate. You helped me, and if you are found, I wish for you to not be arrested.

Huh, it's true what they say.

Your last moments bring the worst in you to light, and show the best of you.

Thank you. Please, make your 23 hours worth reflecting in.