Antisepticeye One Shots

who are you talking to?

"Hey, Jack, you alright in there?"

I knocked on Jack's door again, worry beginning to creep up inside me. We had been playing some video games, just hanging out and having fun, when he had suddenly paused the game and sprinted upstairs to his room. He had claimed he needed to check something, but when he didn't come back down for another fifteen minutes, I knew something was up. Not wanting to be pranked again, I rushed up after him and found his door closed. So far I had knocked three times and called for him twice, without response.

Sighing, I was about to go back downstairs when I heard a quiet mutter come from the other side of the door. Feeling somewhat relieved, I tip-toed back to the entrance. I was about to go inside when I noticed something strange; there were two voices coming from the room. One was distinctly Jack's low tones, but the other was alien to me. It sounded harsh and dark, and sent a cold shiver slithering down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I decided to call out to my friend.

"Who are you talking to?"

The voices abruptly stopped speaking at the sound of my question. There was a moment of thick silence, then the door opened. Letting out a breath of relief, I was about to ask Jack what he had been doing when he suddenly grabbed my arm and practically yanked me down the stairs. I stumbled after him, thinking this was some kind of weird joke he was trying to play on me. It wouldn't be the first.

Letting out a chuckle, I elbowed Jack with the arm he had captured. "Trying to prank me, Jack? Nice try."

No response.

Still laughing but feeling rather nervous now, I tried to wrestle my wrist out of his grasp. "Seriously buddy, what's going on? You're scaring me."

Jack still wouldn't answer me, and I caught a glimpse of his face. My smile vanished at the sight. He was extremely pale, beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face. His eyes were watering and lips pressed tightly together into a stressed white line. I had never seen him like this, and was starting to actually get a bit scared.

We reached the front door, and Jack tried to force me through it. "Hey, wait a minute," I started, a little angrily, "what's going on, Jack? Hmm?" I desperately tried to push back, attempting to stay inside the house. "I can help, man, just let me-"

"NO!" Jack practically screamed in my face, scaring me witless. "You have to leave! Get out, get out now!" He looked absolutely out of his mind. I slowly backed away, taking a moment to realize that his eyes were wide with fear, not fury. I opened my mouth to fire back a reply, but instead got the door slammed in my face. The lock clicked ominously, and I stood stock still, not knowing what to do. Something was very wrong, and I had to know what.

Stretching up slightly, I could see into the entry hall through a large window set into the top of the door. Peering in, I observed the scene playing out before me.

Jack was hunched over, and seemed to be in a great amount of pain. I could hear him whimpering, "No, please, not him... He's my friend..." Fear rose like a serpent inside my chest at his words. What was happening to him?

All of a sudden, Jack straightened up. I noticed with mounting concern that his head and hands were aggressively twitching; I'd never seen anyone move like that before. He slowly began to turn to face the door, his shoulders rigid and his neck strained taut in agony.

My eyes widened as I watched through the glass, my mouth open wide in silent horror. Suddenly, I screamed as something slammed against the door. Blood splattered against the window, obscuring my view with a sick red. A singular bright green eye peered out at me, pulsating with an evil glow. Fear rooted me to the spot, staring at the thing before me. A wide smile pressed itself against the glass separating us, with a dripping tongue slithering from its depths. I heard a raspy voice say something as the door shuddered violently and the window began to break.

I finally snapped to my senses and raced from the entrance, almost tripping in my haste to get away. Jamming my hand into my pocket, I fumbled with my keys, trying to unlock my car. Not daring to look back, I finally got the door open and stuck the correct key into the ignition. I slammed my foot down onto the pedal and yanked my vehicle into the street. Only once I was about a mile from the house did I let myself begin to breath normally again, heart still racing. I blinked hard to fight the tears of pure terror that flooded my eyes as I tried not to remember what that horrible, gurgling voice had said.

"H̶̨̦͙̺̪͝e̷̝̰̘̳̞̼̻͓͛͋̈́͌̆̓̔̔͠ ̴̞̩̰͍̂̿̊͜͝w̷͋̆͌̾͗͋̃̚͠ͅà̷͈͍͈͔̯̰̪͚̥̗̞̆͋͂̌̅̓̂͋͝s̴̱̫͔̪̲̅͊̾̓̎̎̿̉̚ͅͅ ̷̢̖̼̳̰́͒̈́̾̑́͑̆͆́t̴̘̖̤̪͉̣͕̋̈́̀̀̆̓̏̔͋̕̚ả̶̤̳̑̓̅͑̃̃̃͝l̷͕̫͕͉̞͚̦̪̙̲̊̑͊̏͑͜͠͠ǩ̵̢̢̧̙͈̩̤̬̏̔̌į̵̫̩̟̰̯͍̯̜͚̈̈̆̍̈́̕̚͠ǹ̴̨̯̼̳̻̟̦͙̫̮̭͆̒́̌g̸̨̜͇͗̌̏̋͂̾̚ ̵̖̝̔̍̐̍̿̀̉̔͝t̸̛͉̼̪̒͐͌̿̓̉o̸̙̗͔̘̎̆̽͑̄̈́̎̓͐ͅ ̷̫͔̻̰̞͂m̴̛̰̖͓̣̬̠͉̱̗̍̈̈́̾͆͘ḙ̵̎̈.̸̛͈͙̘̣̲͙͍͛̋̔̽"

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What did y'all think? How'd I do on my first ever Antisepticeye one shot? I really like writing this horror stuff recently lol tell me what you guys think!! Love you guys <3

-Horsejoy