I've been here for days now. No, really. The bank hasn't even closed. Something is wrong here - terribly wrong. The line is moving. I keep stepping up, but somehow I feel like I am in the same spot. Nobody is leaving and nobody is coming in. At one point I was scared I was in some sort of time loop. But the bank workers seem to be walking and talking like normal.
I've tried to speak to the other people in the line but nobody seems to notice me. And the background music has stopped for about an hour now? I don't know. I've lost track of time. My watch and my phone are both saying the same time and have been for a while.
But something about the atmosphere is changing. Ever so often, when I blink, the air feels a little denser. It is becoming harder to breathe. The employees are changing too - their expressions are becoming meaner and almost...inhuman.
I am trying to leave the line, but everytime I get to the door, I end up right back in my spot.
I don't know if I will ever get out of here, my dear. But I am getting hungrier and it feels like my legs are giving up.
All I wanted to do was deposit a cheque.
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Fright
HorrorA collection of spectacularly scary short stories and one-shots. These are all original, so if you're tired of reading the same creepypastas over and over, why not give these a read? They might make you a bit paranoid, but hey what's life without pa...
