Horror Short Stories

1

Nauseating. That's the word I would use to describe the stench coming from the room in front of me. I walked towards the door, my feet wobbling from fear. I have to get out of here. I inhaled sharply, exhaling under my shaky breath. I looked up at the sign above the door that says EXIT. A small part of me wanted to believe it was indeed the exit, but since this wretched place has nothing but screams and nauseating scents, I doubt it.

I gasp at the cold knob against the palm of my hands, turning it slowly, as if it would make any difference. It's not like it would change my fate. I might as well be dead. I muster all the courage I could. It's not like it would be much, so I turned the knob all the way.

Opening the door made me sick. I could feel my stomach churning, turning, and twisting in every way possible. I crouched down the ground, my hands wrapping around my stomach, clutching it as if it would make me feel better. As if on cue, I vomit. I could feel myself getting lightheaded. What's that smell? I look up, wiping my watery eyes to see clearly.

As I squinted my eyes, I saw something hanging on the ceiling. What's that? I furrowed my eyebrows, looking around the room. Good. He's not here yet. I open the door wider, feeling my way inside the dark and musty room, finding a light switch sooner or later.

My eyes adjusted to the brightness, I was locked up in a room for two weeks, unable to see the sun must have made my eyes sensitive to it. I lean against the wall, temporarily blinded from the light. My hands felt something wet behind me, and I gasp, pressing the 'wall' a little more. Wait, pressing?! My hands went up to my eyes, rubbing it to see better. I look to where I was leaning on, and I fell to my knees.

My baby blue eyes widened, unable to say anything or scream. I sat on the wall, staring at the faux wall in front of me. I feel my eyes tearing up. My whole body trembled as I realized what it was. That's... skin. Muscles and fat dangle from it, blood, dripped from it, and I look up at the ceiling and saw my reflection. My blonde hair tinted red with blood. Bags appeared under my eyes. It looked as if I haven't been sleeping for months. My eyes traveled down my own body, seeing blood everywhere.

My eyes darted to the table beside me—a dead body lying down, skinless. I fight the urge to vomit as I stand up slowly. I was taking in the whole room. What was dangling? Tools were hanging on the wall. There were bags on the shelves beside some cleaning supplies. My eyes drifted to the body dangling in the corner. Blood was seeping out of its neck. It's hung as if you were draining blood from a cow. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I recognized the necklace on the ground near the body. This necklace was my mom's. The tears I have been holding in rushed down like waterfalls. I looked at the face, and it was beyond recognizable. Skinned with her jaw ripped out from her face, naked with slashes all over her body, a chunk missing from her thigh. I vomit.

I looked at the person on the table, is this my dad? I looked for clues but found nothing.

Melissa...

A voice came out of nowhere, his voice was low and frightening, sending chills down my spine. I rushed outside the door, turning the light off before leaving.

Want to meet mommy and daddy?

He whispers in my ear. I shiver from his voice, gasping from the knife piercing through my skin, and blacking out from the pain minutes later.