Horror Short Stories

Do You Hear Them?

You're sleeping.

You dream about a perfect world.

Nobody is homeless.

Everybody is happy.

Negativity is extinct.

You walk down the non polluted streets.

You eventually end up at your house.

You walk inside.

Your home is enormous.

Quartz flooring.

Jade pillars.

Velvet furniture.

High ceilings.

Diamond chandeliers.

Everything is perfect.

You walk up to your room.

You decide to sleep.

But you can't.

Something whispers in your ear.

Nothing is perfect.

You look around.

Nothing is there.

You try to close your eyes again.

You can't ignore me.

Nothing is perfect.

You decide to go downstairs and get a drink.

You open your fridge to be greeted by a petrifying face.

You scream and slam the door shut.

After five minutes of contemplating what you jsut saw, you turn on 90% of the lights in the house.

You decide to watch a movie.

You pop popcorn and head over to the screening room.

You turn on the television.

It's been an hour and you're almost done with your movie.

All of a sudden, the screen goes fuzzy.

No matter how hard you try, I won't leave.

You can't ignore me.

Nothing is perfect.

Soft voices whisper to you.

You start to see an image develop.

It has green eyes.

But that's all you can see.

The television goes black.

You decide you've had enough and head up to your bedroom.

As you start up the stairs, all the lights go out.

You start to worry.

You run to your door.

But something stops you.

Why are you running?

No matter how hard you try, I won't leave.

You can't ignore me.

Nothing is perfect.

You turn around.

You meet the thing that's been whispering to you.

It's an estimation of eight feet tall.

Venom, green eyes.

Hands, with millions of fingers.

A treacherous smile.

You turn to run.

It's millions of fingers grab your wrists and pull you back.

Don't leave me.

Please.

I just need a friend.

A friend to play with.

After it says that, you cant help but feel bad. 

You stay.

A friend to play Torture and Death with.

It laughs an untamed laugh.

It's stomach starts to open.

It looks like a portal.

To what dimension?

You don't know.

All you know is that it's taking you somehwere.

You struggle to be freed by it's brawny grip.

It just makes the situation worse.

You are pulled into the portal.

You hear the last things you probably will ever hear.

There is no such thing as a perfect world.

You fall into infinite darkness. 

You sit up.

You look around.

You're in your room.

It was just a dream.

More like a nightmare.

You look at your white walls.

Your white sheets.

Everything is white.

Oh right.

You were put in here 2 years ago for seeing "things."

The Gateways Hospital and Mental Institution.