8 Short Suspense Stories

Car Ride

The door on the back of the car slammed shut. A few seconds past before the engine shook. It lurched forward coming to an abrupt stop. There was a pause for a few moments, and then the car began forward again. This time the car continued, making turns every few moments. I shifted a little with every corner, unable to shift back.

As time passed the road got bumpier. The turns sharper, hurting my shoulder. I attempted to wiggle, but the bag forbade me from moving. My body twisted in ways it shouldn't. We lurched forward sending me into the back wall of the car. Pain erupted in my shoulder. I wanted to scream but duct tape connected my lips.

The car was stopped, the door in the front of the car opened. The footsteps grew louder, and then I could hear his breathing. I was lifted up and tossed onto a rocky ground. My shoulder was throbbing now. Of course the rock that had buried itself into my shoulder bone wasn't helping.

I lied there for what felt like forever, but I never heard the car start again. If he hadn't left, then where was he? Why wasn't he making any sound? I started squirming, hoping to get the ropes off of my wrists. Every wiggle sent a fire down my arm. I squirmed and wiggled, and squirmed and wiggled. It was pointless, the ropes that bound me were too tight. Obviously this man had had experience tying these.

I was hoisted into the air again. Every step he took bounced my top half up and down. My feet being dragged on the ground behind us. After exactly thirty-seven bounces, my legs lost contact with the ground. I was suddenly falling, like the nightmare I used to have. I would just continuously be falling, and then I would wake up right before I hit the bottom. Only this time I hit the real bottom. It was hard and cold, sending horrible shocks of pain all throughout my body.

The smell of the damp dirt filled my nose. It made my head spin, and then I realized... I was being buried alive...