Short Stories

Short Horror/Thriller

My feet slapped against the cool concrete underneath them. Indeed, it was more than cold. It was freezing. But the fear that swallowed me froze my body more.

Slap slap slap

My footsteps got slower and slower. Yet my heart seemed to do the opposite.

Thump thump thump

I wasn't sure if I've ever been this afraid before.

Graffiti stained the walls around me. Some have slowly ran down the walls as they became liquid once more from the moist humid air. There was no other noise anymore. My feet had come to a halt as I desperately tried to calm my racing heart. Afraid that it would somehow give me away.

Sweat beaded down my temples, causing my hair to stick mercilessly to my pale skin. Even though I couldn't see myself, I knew my eyes held nothing but fear. It was always this way. I had no choice but to pass through here when I'm on my way to school. Each time I wandered through, my legs would automatically speed up, as if I was out running a bully that wanted to beat me to an inch of my life.

Never did my logical side think that I actually was running from something. Not a bully. Not a friend. Not a parent. Not even human.

To the human eye, it seemed to be a shadow. An outline created by light. Yet, it's a creature. A creature from the deepest pits of hell.

Then I heard him. Or it. Did it even have a gender? I don't know..

I sprinted as fast as a could, my feet echoing around the tunnel. Then, something peculiar happened. The walls turned into mirrors instead. My head turned to the right to see if it was behind me. With that distraction, my body collided with a hard surface, causing me to stumble backwards but stop myself from falling.

I held the front of my head and rubbed it, looking in front of me.

Mirrors.

My own reflection stared back at me. Looking just as puzzled and scared. My hand left my head and swung back to my side, as expected, the other me copied my movements.

Her eyes seemed different the more I tested to see if it was a mirror. Not something else. It seemed legit. But, people lie. Everything lies. The trick of the light. Your mind playing tricks.

That was until I pressed my hand against the glass. Her actions were just slightly slower. When my palm pressed against it, hers touched mine. I felt it. The flesh beneath my fingers. Before I had even a second to react, her fingers entwined with mine. Tightly. My breath got caught in my throat from shock and slight pain.

Her mouth twisted into a smirk, not one of love, yet a terrifying one. One that demons and villans use. Her other hand reached out from the mirror and grabbed my throat. Not allowing a scream to escape.

Her body lunges forward and onto mine, straddling my hips and keeps me down by my throat and hand, tightening her grip around my airways.

I wasn't able to get away, I tried using my other hand but something was stopping me. It felt like a heavy weight was forcing it down. There was nothing there though.

She continued to tighten her grip, more and more until my thrashing stopped. That was it.