Short Stories

The Stone

I woke up in a cold sweat. I could hear whispers of voices I recognized. I was so cold, rain raining down on my body. I felt like I couldn't move, "So cold.." i continued to say, i didn't know what else to think about besides the temperature.

In Front of me was a large stone. I slowly emerged from the floor. Shivering in my pajamas. I looked around me, but all I could see was black. When my gaze fell on the stone again a flashlight appeared. I picked it up and pointed the light at this stone. I stood in shock at what I had seen. My name. Charles Montgomery. Carved into the stone with my birth year and this year. My eyes widened in fear.

"This can't be true! It must all be a dream!" I cried. I ran away from the stone that frightened me to death. As I ran I could feel something in the unseen darkness, it felt like it was following me. That thought only made me quicken my pace. I saw something in the distance, a house? No.

When coming to a stop, and out of breath I laughed at the fact that I came back to the same stone I had just run away from. Only this time there was a giant hole about my size, welcoming me with open arms.

Someone, no, something was breathing heavily behind me, I knew it was my doom. Once turning around I saw the face of death. Smiling with glee as he pushed me into a hole of which I could not escape from. The last words I heard before the darkness consumed me, hit deep in my soul.

"You know what you did Charles. This is a punishment for your sin of preying on the flesh of the innocent."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Please give me another chance.!" I hollered.

"Your time is up." he said as the night took me away into a deep pain I could not leave.