Horror Story
3rd person POV
It was a dark and gloomy night. The wind blew hard against the trees and the sound of the rain hitting against the ground and windows. The faint orange street lights lit the road, there were barely any cars passing by.
A 17 year old boy in his night shift at a local convenience store had shaggy blond hair, eye bags under his light green eyes and a tired expression was spread across his face.
He had recently been having nightmares, nightmares of a little girl with jet black hair; a red ribbon placed neatly the the back of her hair. She wore a dark blue rain coat and a pair of red boots.She had pitch black eyes and having multiple rows of sharp, jagged bloodied teeth. Surrounded by multiple dead mangled up bodies. Blood everywhere, fire spread all around and screams of pain and suffering were heard that pierced the boy's ears. The boy slowly backed away but then the girl turned to the boy. Her mouth opened widely, the sounds of bones cracking accompanied it, showing the teeth she kept in her mouth. The corners of her mouth slowly tilted up. 'You'd make a good meal~', the little girl said before attacking the boy, sinking her teeth into his flesh as he let out a scream.
After that the boy would always jolt up from the bed in a cold sweat. A chill always ran down his spine and he shivered as he thought about it every time.
He rubbed his tired eyes and yawned. He rested his chin on the back of his hand, his body slumped against the counter, watching the clock ticking and waiting for his shift to end. His attention then turned to the TV.
The news was on, it was about a man brutally murdered. His eyes, throat and torso was clawed out. Blood was all over and it was gruesome. The man was found in an alley, beside a dumpster. There were other reports having the same way of the people being murdered.
The boy lazily looked away, bored and he saw a girl in front of him. She looked stoned and wore an emo punk outfit. She was looking at her phone as she placed a pack of cigarettes on the counter.
The boy took the pack and scanned it, the machine made a long beeping sound. He placed the pack in a plastic bag; the girl handed out a paper bill and the two exchanged. He gave back the change, the girl took it. She then turned around and left.
Then the boy looked outside, there was a lamp post on the other side of the street.
The mist-like rain was reflected against the faint orange light. His eyes trailed off.... Then he saw a small silhouette under the lamp post. It was a little girl, with jet black hair, wearing a dark blue rain coat and a pair of red boots. It wasn't usual to see a kid awake at this hour and something that creeped out the teenage boy; it was that he saw blood stains on the girl's coat.
His watch then made a faint rapid beeping sound which meant that his shift was over, snapping him out of the trance. He looked at it then looked back to the girl but she was gone....
The boy thought he was just imagining things.
So he got up, fixed himself and headed for the back door, ignoring the girl that was supposed to take the next shift.
"Matt!", said a gruff voice from behind. It was the manager of the convenience store, he had a big round body covered in orange hair. He was wearing a flannel and his pants slightly stained with pizza sauce; there was a frown that spread across his lips and his eyebrows furrowed.
Matt rolled his eyes and turned around, "What is it Mr. Whit?".
"Don't get late next time," the fat man growled under his breath as he grabbed Matt's collar. He stared at the green eyes of the boy then letting go of his collar and left.
'Ugh, whatever...', Matt thought as he headed for the back door.
When Matt opened the door, a blast cold air hit his face. The mist like rain was still pouring down.
He pulled up the hood of his jacket over his head, stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket and started walking home. As he walked, he heard faint giggling in the distance, it sounded like it came from a little girl about 7-8 years old. He looked back over his shoulder to see nothing. Again, he brushed it off thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.
