Horror One-Shots Collection

Lifesaver

          I was 12 years old when my mother was killed. It was quite strange the way it happened. The paramedic who rode in the ambulance said she died from her injuries. However, her "injuries" weren't even severe. She was hit by a car while riding her bike. She had on a helmet, so there weren't any possible brain injuries. The only injuries that she received from this were a few scrapes, a bloody nose, a busted lip, and an aching back. She insisted she was fine but the police said she needed to be taken to the hospital to check for any signs of internal bleeding. My mom eventually gave in and agreed to be taken. The police promised her that they'd take me to the hospital and I would be there when she arrived. By the time my mom got there, it had been over 15 minutes, while the hospital was only 7 minutes away from the scene of the accident. I watched as they pulled the two detectives off to the side and whispered something. The man, dark hair and brown eyes, turned towards me and said "I'm sorry, she didn't make it". I was shocked, dumfounded honestly. There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that she could've died from those minuscule injuries. After her death, I was placed to live with my aunt Joselyn. She was more than unfit to keep me but I was just glad she didn't try to "mommy" me like my other family members would. She knew my mom was dead, she didn't really even particularly care honestly. The years passed and the event of my mom getting smashed into by that damn minivan was a distant memory. 

      I was 19 now and had since moved out of aunt Joselyn's house. My days were normal, pretty average. I wasn't in any University or even college for that matter, just a boring job at a corner store working all damn day and half the night. At the end of the night, I'd go home to my cheap apartment and sleep til' 2:00 pm then it was time to go back and do it allover again. 

     This night was particularly weird feeling. I had a feeling that something was going to happen since I had woken up that day. It was 12:00 am and I was just sitting behind the counter waiting for any drunk customers to wander in and buy or shoplift something. I was getting pretty sleepy and sat my head down on the counter for what felt like a few seconds until, Bling, the bell for the front door chimed as someone walked in. I sat up and saw him, just standing there. He was wearing ripped jeans, black Nike's, and he had a black hoodie with a mask covering his face. He stared at me as I stared back at him. He lifted his hand and revealed to me he was armed with a pistol. I immediately stood up and backed away from the counter, allowing him to take whatever he wanted from behind it, whether that be cigarettes, money, whatever he wanted. I just wanted him out of there and away from me. He slowly walked behind the counter, looked me in my eyes, clunk. That's the last thing I remember. Next thing, I open my eyes and I'm in the back of an ambulance. I look up and theres 2 paramedics in there with me, both males. One is sitting right beside me, staring at me, and the other is driving, slowly. "What's going on?", I ask. He begins to grin, "Don't worry, you are in the greatest of care." Some light hits the windshield and I catch a glimpse of his face, glasses with a giant scar on the left side of his face and dirty-blonde hair. The face, I remembered him. He was the paramedic that was riding in the back of the ambulance with my mom, the one that told the detective she was dead. I began to struggle, attempting to escape. "Now we can not have you moving about like that, can we?", he says. I am in pure panic mode at this point and I come to the realization that there is not a damn thing I can do at this point. He stands up and reaches into the cabinet above him and pulls out a syringe with clear liquid in it. He moves and pulls out a small needle and screws it onto it. I'm purely trembling at this point, "Don't move. You are going to feel a slight pinch and that is all, everything else you will not feel.", he says to me. He turns my left arm over and sticks the needle into my arm and pushes all of the liquid into me. Almost immediately, I feel the effect. I can't move or talk, but I can see every damn thing thats going on. "That is much better now, isn't it? Now, I have a very particular order for multiple things that you have. I need blood and I will drain you of yours and dump you somewhere where no one can possibly find you.". I feel my heart start racing. He puts on a pair of white latex gloves to be sure not to leave any evidence. He grabs a gallon milk jug and a scalpel. He cuts my right wrist horizontally and drains my blood into this jug, I begin to feel light headed but I know that if I black out that he might as well slice my throat.  The blood in that vein begins to slow, so he cuts my thigh. I can't feel it but I can see it. The blood rushes out and into the jug, cuts and cuts and blood was poured into the jug. Then, bam, we hit a bump as he was holding a half full jug of my blood. It splatters all over the back of the ambulance and onto his clothes. "Goddamn it Ricky! Why can't you just find a dark place to park and let me do what I gotta do? But no, you gotta keep driving like the damn retard you really are! Shes getting unconscious. Lets dump her in the Hudson". The blonde guy and who I now know is some guy named Ricky unbuckle me and carry me to the river. They throw my body in there and leave. Little did they know was that I wasn't passing out, I was just closing my eyes and I already could barely move from what they gave me. I crawled out of the river and ran as far as I could to the nearest un-sketchy looking house. I beat on the door as hard as I could and screamed at the top of my lungs for help. As I was beating, I looked out the corner of my eye and I see it, the ambulance cutting the corner flying towards me. Just then, the door flies open to a young woman with black hair. I ran inside and begged her to close and lock the door. "What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know what time it is? " she yells at me, then her eyes widen as she sees the slices in my skin all over me. "Please, call the police I was attacked by those paramedics and they're coming for me. Tell them to please not send an ambulance!"  I beg her. She reaches in her pocket and dials 911, gives them her address and tells them that a women just ran into her house saying she was attacked and is covered in cuts. They send the nearest cop car and 2 detectives. They take my statement and I never hear back from them again. As far as I knew, nothing was done about them.

      This happened in November 2008 and it's December 2010, 2 years after the attack. I was just relaxing with my 6 month old son when my phone rang, it was the detective who was assigned my case. "Look, we caught both of the men who attacked you. It turns out, Ricky James, the driver, was an escaped mental hospital patient. But, the man who attacked you, he uses the name Alex Herron but his real name is Sam Reynolds, who was accused of murdering several woman in the late 80s and early 90s. They found his old house in Chicago and dug up over 25 bodies. It turns out, after he left Chicago, he ran all the way to New York City and started this phony paramedic gig. Mercy General Hospital has been contacted with at least 8 complaints about this ambulance number but the ambulance was stolen and repainted to look like a New York ambulance. We exhumed the body of your mother. It turns out, your mother didn't succumb to her injuries from the accident. Your mother was one of their original victims. They slit her wrists vertically, drained her blood and cut both of her kidneys out, while she was still alive.". I was shocked, two murderers were the same people who killed my mom. "Will they be arrested?" I asked. "Yes, already done actually. They are being held on remand awaiting your appearance in court", he told me. "I'll be there". I promised.