I slowly turn around to see what they were looking at and I froze with fear. A tall very thin figure stood there, staring at the girls. He wore a red suit and a top hat. I couldn't see his face apart from the large sharp toothy grin. His head was oddly round like a basket ball. He held the scissors in his long slim fingers. Who ever this was it wasn't human.
I couldn't move. As I watched the scissors grow into 10 times it's normal size. "What's with that look on you face girls? How about we put a smile on those ugly faces." The voices chuckles. My heart and gut dropped as I recognised that voice. It was the same voice that's been taunting me inside my head. My body started to shake in fear. This was impossible. This couldn't be real. He's not real.
The girls scattered in a panic and started running but one by one he sliced their faces with the abnormally huge scissors. Their blood paints the walls and floor. I was too scared to move. It felt like my body was locked into place. He was on top of one of the bodies and stabbed her repeatedly with the scissors. I suddenly managed to say something but I couldn't think straight on what to say. I blurted out "who are you?" In an uneasy voice. He stopped and looked at me.
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His Voice Is My Pain
Short StoryA girl has difficult making friends by her odd actions caused by the voice in her head. But she soon realises something abnormal about the voice.
