This is my first story on Wattpad and I would be so glad if you could writte a comment and tell me what you thought about it. Enjoy! :D
Walking towards my fiancé's house, I thanked the moon for shining so brightly, otherwise I would definitely have fallen into a hole in the ground by now. But when I came to Mark's house, nobody answered the door. I started wondering where he could be, but decided to walk home and ask him about it the next day.
It wasn't until the next day that I heard about the brutal murder. Someone had killed Mark's neighbour, and if that wasn't enough, the killer had done it by ripping his throat like a savage beast.
Days went by and I stopped thinking about the murder, even thought they never found the killer. I spent more and more time with Mark, having a great time and I couldn't have been more happy.
One night I decided to surprise Mark with dinner and a romantic evening. So I went over to his house and knocked on the door, watching the beautiful sunset as I waited. He didn't open the door and I came to the conclusion that he was still out and that it would be a great idea to wait for him. As I opened the door, it felt as if a cold hand grabbed my heart and squeezed it. I couldn't breathe, but I ignored it and continued inside. Heading towards the kitchen to put down the food, I thought I heard something moving on the second floor. I started to ascend the stairs heading towards his room, coming up with the great idea that I would surprise him by walking quietly up the stairs and towards the bedroom door.
I slowly opened the door and peeked into the surprisingly bright room, seeming as Mark hadn't pulled the curtains. My eyes searched for Mark and found him bending over his bed table, shaking in what seemed like a rage. This confused me because Mark never got angry, not even the slightest. I called out to him and noticed how his back stiffened when he heard my voice. When he didn't answer I started to get worried and moved closer to him, to see what was wrong. He turned around and stared at me with an expression that showed recognition, love, a suppressed anger and raw sorrow. Bathing in the moonlight from the window, he seemed to be asking me with his eyes, what I was doing here. As if I was in a danger only by being near him. He had the look of a trapped animal, scared of what he would do against me and it felt as if he wanted to be as far away from here as possible so that he couldn't hurt me. But he knew that it was already too late. The change had already started.
It was horrible to watch, like a man being skinned alive. The fur, shooting out from underneath the skin, tearing the flesh. The horrible popping and breaking of bones adjusting themselves into another form that shouldn't even exist, scratched the ears of me as I was standing in the doorway. But that wasn't the worst, no, the worst was the angry cry of a creature trying to break free from its shell. But still lingering in the cry was also the crying of a beautiful soul that knew what would happen when the change ended.
He knew that he would kill his love, he knew he couldn't stop it and he knew he would enjoy it.
With these thoughts in mind he uttered an almost silent plea:
"Kill me. Please, kill me my love. Before it is too late."
This was actually a hommework in english. You were suppose to write a ghost, or horror, story in around 600 words. Actually harder than I first thought, I just wanted to write more and more xD. I want to know what you all think about it, so I decided to put it up on Wattpad. Hope you liked it. ;)
