...Drip...
...Drip...
...Drip...
The sound echoed down the dimly lit corridor.
Bright red stains adorned the walls and stuck in the crevices of the floor. It looked as if white had been the primary color before the apparent carnage... Tattered beige curtains covered parts where the walls had begun to decay.
It smelled of death and rot, seemingly taunting those who dared draw near.
There sat the dull red door.
...Drip...
...Drip...
...Drip...
...What was it?
Wind creaked and groaned into the door, writhing against it. Was it the storm? Surely it had to be.
...Drip...
...Drip...
The noise suddenly stopped.
Paint began peeling down the walls, going faster and faster. It looked as if they were tearing their own flesh off like a bark, violently ripping it into pieces. The noises came back, but this time they were... different.
Horrible, terrifying shrieks of pain escaped between the cracks and barrelled down the hallway. The shrill sounds pierced and grinded though the stiff air like a saw through bone. Sounds of bones cracking and what one can only assume to be the tearing of skin from muscle, muscle from bone.
Stop crying. You did this.
Someone pounded on the door, "Help me! Someone please! For the love of God please make it stop!" Their pain filled screams choked through sobs as they pleaded.
BANG.
A crash was heard through the door.
You did this.
The corridor fell silent.
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A Collection Of Macabre Phenomenon
HorrorA collection of short stories in which certain scenes represent psychological trauma and/or derangement. Mature topics are apparent, so beware for those who are triggered by certain traumatic past experiences. Enjoy!
