Note: Originally written on Inkvite by 'Chris' & 'undormant'. I'm not into One Direction but Inkvite has some varied sub genres and Chris convinced me to do a story vaguely related to the band.
The clock hit midnight then stopped. "Jared, check the clock, something a wrong."
Jared reached across and banged the alarm clock. The digital display didn't budge. He pressed the radio button to check some more.
"Dear people." came a voice, "tonight will be your last night."
The voice was a deep terrifying bombastic one, "I am the Grim Reaper... Death incarnate. Time on your world is at an end. I will visit each and every one of you in turn and reap your souls. Time is not an issue now, we have all the time in the world. Decide on how you die."
The voice ended as soon as it had begun. "What the hell was that, Jared?" Pim asked putting on the bedside light.
"I knew this day would come," Jared replied, "I bought the latest One Direction album off iTunes and felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around but no one was there -"
"Are you serious," Pim interrupted, "I don't even know what you're saying."
Pim and Jared experimented. The only technology 'live' was speaking to friends and family on the phone. The TV was full of still images from whatever show was playing at midnight.
They dialled the number of their best friend Rob. There was no answer. They called Billy, again the phone kept ringing. Was this the end of the world? Pim shook as he thought.
The radio cackled back to life and started playing what sounded like 1D. "It's playing it backwards " said Jared, "I'm sure it's 1D what is it saying?"
Pim replied, "decide on how you die?"
"These 'The Wanted' fans will stop at nothing".
"Now is not the time for wisecracking!"
The chorus, or what sounded like the chorus started to play...backwards. Very clearly in repeat the group chanted three words: "jump out if the window, jump out of the window..."
Jared looked at Pim. His eyes were glazed and he was staring at he closed curtains. "Pim?
Pim jumped out of the window to a bloody death below.
Bereft, Jared climbed the window seal, crying, & threw himself out.
He awoke abruptly & sat bolt upright. Pim woke up & comforted him. Twisted nightmare. The alarm clock radio came on, it was playing 1 Direction.
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Inkvite - My Collaborations
KurzgeschichtenA collection of my collaborations on writers app 'Inkvite'. All writers usernames credited on each story. Non-commercial short story collection, mainly in the Horror genre.
