Short, Creepy Horror Stories ✔️

SLIPPING THROUGH THE FLOOR

Title: "Slipping Through The Floor"
Author: Me/DarkenedEclipse739
Source: My imagination yet again lol
Type: Read on to find out! :P it's a surprise.

I suddenly awoke in what I thought was the middle of nowhere.

But then I opened my eyes, looked around and realised that I was actually inside...in some kind of building.

"W-where am I?" I blurted.

I don't know why but I suddenly felt a sharp, uncontrollable sense of fear, like I was supposed to be scared of something or someone...I just didn't know what that was yet.

I looked around and began to observe my surroundings carefully, in an attempt to try and bring back any form of recollection is something, a memory - anything!

But I just couldn't remember anything. No matter how hard I tried.

It was as though I'd fallen on ice and lost my memory completely.

"Okay...calm down and just...breathe...." I told myself trying to control my anxiety which was something that had always fluctuated ever since I'd experienced that bombing that I'd lost my twin to.

At least I wasn't able to remember that painful memory.

"I'm...I'm in a museum I think...no....it's a very old-fashioned mansion. Brown, polished mahogany wood seems to be everywhere I look," I said.

Speaking my to myself was considered a strange habit, but it helped me calm myself in stressful situations.

And besides, it wasn't as though anyone was here listening to my words...

...but I didn't know that.

"Ugh, who cares where the hell I am? I'm finding my parents -," I said, storming off.

I got up off the floor and realised I was just there lying on the wooden floor before, not even on a bed or any type of soft surface which was highly unusual.

Why the heck would I be here?

I ran up the spiralling stairs and past the large paintings of portraits of ancient-looking people who looked as though they were from the 1930s - but I didn't care about whoever they were. I could have cared less about their godforesaken lives.

Call me cold, but at this point I was only worried about myself and my family.

I reached the top of the spiralling staircase after what felt like a looping eternity.

Only to find something that made my entirety go haywire.

Ahead of me... was a huge black-hole.

There wasn't anything around me except walls.

The black-hole must've sucked it all in in through its beastly blackness.

"No...." I whispered, stepping back in shock.

That means it had probably sucked in my parents and everyone else here at the mansion in it.

They were gone. Dead for all I knew. And I had to accept that.

I walked towards it, but before I could look at it properly - it disappeared completely, as though it was never even there.

I suddenly awoke.

Thankfully that was a dream within a dream and now I was finally awake.

I saw a bottle of water beside me and grabbed it instantly.

"I'm sick of all of these illusions!" I screamed, grabbed the bottle of water and spilled it all over myself on purpose to see if I were in another dream loop.

My dad suddenly came in flying through the door in shock. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking greatly concerned.

The freezing-cold water hit me and I'm shivered.

This wasn't a dream, thankfully.

"I'm fine. Thankfully." I replied.

"Phew. Don't scare me like that, Killian," he said. "It's not good for your anxiety either."

As soon as those words left his mouth I was reminded of how I'd got anxiety...by losing my twin Karina...and then I began to panic and had trouble breathing.

"Killian? - Killian!" My dad screamed as he ran over to me and held me right.

Five minutes later I managed to calm down, breathing calmly as a single tear left my iris and streamed down my face like the lonely tear it was.

"Wow. I don't have to explain so I-?"

"No, you're fine. It's still night though, try and get some sleep. I can only pray that you don't drift off into one of your dream loops. I mean, they get more and more realistic to you every time to the point where it's actually become dangerous." My dad said leaving the room.

"I honestly mean what I'm about to say," he said. "good night, and don't let the nightmares bite." And then he left my bedroom, closing the door and leaving me alone with no one.

Just the golden lava lamp and I.

"Killian..." whispered a voice in the distance just as I'd closed my eyes.

"Killlliiian...." it continued, getting on my nerves now.

"Killian....I will not repeat myself boy..." the voice rasped.

"What you want with me, you childish retard?" I whispered in anger.

I stormed out of my room in silence, only to fall through the floor and into that same black-hole

I looked up only to see my dad get stabbed by a man in black.

"I am your fear, Killian. And now that Karina is gone, you cannot escape me no defeat me." He said.

He was right.

I couldn't stop being scared for my life everyday.

As much as I missed Karina I didn't wanna die with her...because I get the feeling that I escaped death when I wasn't supposed to.

And now...I was scared for my life...

...and cursed with fear.

I was scared of death. Because unlike my family...I didn't believe in religion.

And I could feel myself getting more and more delusional with these dreams of falling into eternal black holes, that same old man I see in every nightmare that calls himself my Fear always appears and says the same thing.

I just wish it wasn't so darn true.

I knew I was dying.

I just wasn't ready to let go yet.

And so here I am...praying to God that someone reads this and finds me...because I'm still there...

I'm still falling through the black hole of fear, slipping through the floor forever for all of eternity, in eternal darkness.

In a way, it is my curse.

And I want you to find me and free me from it.

Please...

Help me.

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'Kay guys, believe it or not, but that was actually non-fiction.

Those were all Killian's inescapable nightmares.

There! This way it's not a spoiler yay!
Thanks for reading,

- Aun