Short Stories

Seventeen: Horror

(A/N): Okay. This actually wasn't a random word from the random word generator. I had Creative Writing Club today, and we decided to write a horror story, and this is the product that came from it. Enjoy! Also, there's blood. And cannibalism. So, you've been warned!

    I was sitting on the bed scrolling through my recommendations list, trying to find a good story to read. The setting sun sent dark, pink rays through my window, and the house was relatively silent other than my phone gently playing music. I had finally settled on what seemed like a good story when I heard a cut-short scream and a large thump.

    I immediately eyed the open door to my room, and my hands became clammy with sweat. No one should be at home except for me right now. Except for my mom maybe. But she wouldn't just scream and fall to the floor to freak me out. I gently put my phone down onto the table next to my bed and put my feet against the cold wooden floor. I eyed the three metal pipes that I always kept in my room in case someone broke in. I bent down and silently picked up a silver metal pipe from the floor and held it firmly in my hand. I walked slowly towards my doorway and peeked my head out the doorway. It was dark downstairs. Then, the light behind me flickered and for a split second there was an extra shadow; I whirled around, but there was nothing there. My heart pounded against my chest as tears began to well up in my eyes. What was happening?! I really didn't like this. I wanted my parents. I drew my shaking hands to my chest and the cold pipe in my hand rested against my right shoulder.

    I decided I would stay in my room for the time being. One of my hands released the metal rod against my shoulder and grasped at the yellow doorknob. I silently tried to close the door, but as I was about to close it, the door creaked, loudly.

    "Who's there!" A voice called out. It sounded deep and rough. And dangerous. That was definitely not one of my parent's voices. Large footsteps echoed through the house as they appeared by the bottom of the staircase. They stared straight at me with murderous eyes.

"Hey!" They called out. I immediately closed the door and locked it tight. I threw the pipe in my hands onto my bed and grabbed the chair in my room and shoved it against the door. I scrambled for my phone and called 911. The shadows on the wall blurred and seemed to envelop the room completely when the light in my room went out. There was pounding on the door, and I could hear it starting to crack from the tremendous force he was using to hit it.

"Hello! This is 911. What is your emergency?" A lady on the other side of the phone picked up the call.

"Hello? There's an intruder in my house! My address is ****************! Please come! Help!" The door cracking and splintering echoed in my ears, and I couldn't focus on the voice on the other side of the phone. My hands shook violently, and the phone in my hands clattered to the ground. Warm tears ran down my cheek as my body shook violently. There was now a large hole in the door, and I could clearly see the man now. He had dirty hair with a face that had scars running all over it. His eyes though. His eyes. They were red. Red. Pure red. Red as blood. He busted through the door and held up a bloody knife. My hands fell back and touched something hard. I grabbed at it and held it over my head and ran towards the man. The shadows around turned red. Red. Red. Red. Red! Blood splattered against the wall, and the scent of iron filled the room. Screams echoed throughout my room. Angry screaming and screams of pain blended in with each other. I whacked his head hard, and the sound of cracking bones went through the room. I could see a fleshy pink brain creep out the broken skull and fall into the red, sticky blood pooling on the ground. He was dead. But, I just couldn't stop whacking and whacking and whacking. Until there was nothing but a squishy red thing on the floor with an intact lower body. My knees fell to the floor and landed with a loud squelch in something pink coated with red. It looked like candy. My stomach growled hungrily. My cold hands picked at the candy and popped it into my mouth. I chewed on it. The texture was wet, squishy, and tender.

And it was delicious.

My now bloody hands scraped at the red and pink candy on the floor and stuffed it into my mouth. The delicious taste of iron filled my mouth. I stuffed more and more into my mouth until I had eaten everything on the floor. My hands were covered in the candy juice, and I licked my bloody hands clean. I cackled in delicious satisfaction. I laughed at the darkness surrounding me. It laughed with me, happy. We both laughed when I heard the gasp of someone from next to me. I turned my bloodied head towards the sound. It was a woman standing in the doorway. Her mouth was wide open and inside was more candy. I wiped my mouth with my arm and picked up the pipe from next to me.

"Candy!" I laughed. The shadow next to me laughed and nodded its head. I swung my pipe at her as she whipped out a gun from her pocket. And then, there was a body on the ground.

(A/N): Soooooo, who do you think died? Let me know!