Scary Stories I have written

Mercy of Red

Like every morning, my mother wakes me up. As I walk into the bathroom, only lite by a faint night light, I peer into the mirror, the soft shadows obscure my reflection. I hear my mother walk away from the bathroom, down the stairs; the echoes of her steps vibrate up to me. The house is so silent. I hear the soothing muffled sounds of my Father and Mother. Suddenly there is a deafening “CRASH! Jolting me away from my thoughts, I blindly run down the darkened staircase. Which I have not done in years. As I near the bottom step, I feel a pain splitting headache. I trip on the last step, alerting whoever was in the house. As I struggle to right myself, I gaze into the mirror in the living room. I see my long black unkempt hair against my clammy white skin. My face shows the suffering I feel. As time slows, two dark towering figures appear in front of me, seeming out of nowhere. My primal instincts take over. My finger nails seemingly turn into black steel like talons. I puncture the two intruder’s chests, slowly bringing my nails down their bodies, as the crimson oozes out of their fatal wounds. As I retract my claws, the darkness slowly evaporates from me. I finally realize what I have done, mutilated two men who broke into my house. I step over the men, and run to the kitchen, where I find my beloved parents on the cold tiled floor in a loving embraced. My father disfigured beyond recognition, my mother barely clinging to life. I kneel down to her, wailing my eyes out. As she takes her last breath she says, “Mercy.” I start sobbing, “I love you. I love you.” I hear a faraway whispers. “Mercy, help me. Are you there?”