• 4:16 AM • Timothy's house •
The house was silent
Dead silent
Not a single sound was heard
Timothy woke up, wanting a glass of water
They had fallen asleep next to each other on the couch so you could only imagine the confusion Timothy had when he woke up all alone on the couch
Wesley was no where in sight
Timothy went to the kitchen and got a drink of water
But it seemed as though he was alone in the house
It felt like Wesley went home a long time ago
It felt as though Timothy was the only one there
but that was not the case
but still the house was quiet
Too quiet
"Wesley?"
He stood up and walked around the house, looking for Wes
All the sudden the shower turned on and Timothy heard water dripping
He giggled, thinking Wesley was trying to pull a prank just to freak him out
"Wesley, I know you're in there. I can hear the water"
He tried opening the bathroom door but it wouldn't budge
Not a single inch
He kept trying to open the door until the water stopped running
"This isn't funny, Wes, it's starting to creep me out"
He tried again and opened the door, with ease
He found blood, everywhere
On the walls
On the mirror
All over the floor
And yet Wesley was no where in sight
He pulled out his phone and dialed 911
but he never got a chance to actually hit call
YOU ARE READING
In the Eyes of Death
Short StoryA boy named Timothy whom lives in a small town where everyone knows everyone suddenly has his world crushed when those close to him start dying