Horror Stories

Cannibal Gallery 1- ADVICE

I feel someone watching me.

Months of isolation making me paranoid.

My immunodeficiency makes stepping outside a nightmare.

Will this last

forever?

It's the ninety third night I'm spending alone with music blasting at top volume, because silence drives me

insane.

Staring at the cracks in the ceiling.

(I wish I'd done something more productive when I was alive)

Rap Rap Rap.

Someone knocks. Did I order pizza?

I put on a mask.

Tap

    Ta-Tippity

Rat Tappy

                   Tap

I dance down the hall to the musi-

CRASHH from the bedroom.

Did the lamp fall again?

(Be rational, run away, run away)

Tappy

      Tap

              Tap

Rap Rap Rap

I'm coming, I say singsongy.

I open the door wide.

No one.

I peek out, turn both sides.

No one.

Huh.

(Be rational, run away, run away)

Tap dancing through the hallway

Tat

          Tap Tap

                                  T-

The music stops.

Did my phone die?

(Be rational. Run away. Run AWAY.)

Step step step.

I enter my bedroom and make my way to switch on the(upright)lamp.

(YOU. NEVER. SWITCHED. IT. OFF.)
(STOPSTOPSTOP. BERATIONAL. GET. OUT OF. THERE)

(Run away. Run away. RUN AWAY)

A sharp pain shoots up my leg,

(RUN. NOW)

A shard of glass gouged deep inside. In the dim light I make out the broken window.

I feel a breath on the back of my neck.

My racing heartbeat fills the silence.

I fall forward onto the million shards of glass, my legs numb and unable to support me.

Fingers on my neck, my first human contact in months.

My vision fades out, and all I can sense is the pain of the glass inside me, and the fingers.

First caressing my neck, the monster moves their fingers down my body, gently.

NoNoNoNoNo.

Lower, and lower. I can't move.

I want to lose consciousness before it happens.

NONONONONO.

The fingers stop, at my lower back.

Everything lies still for that moment. Before

a sharp blade pushes into my back.

My brain doesn't even register pain anymore, as

slowly but surely, the blade cuts me open, leaving my entire body numb

forever.

(I can see better in the dark now, but I lack the body to gag.

I see a pretty young lady, probably in her mid twenties, sitting on my bed.

Her blond curls fall to just beneath her shoulder, and she has beautiful, bloodthirsty blue eyes.

Her sleeveless, teal dress is torn and stained with blood,

as she shoves chunks of my own flesh into her mouth, hungrily,

Crudely tearing me apart with my own kitchen knife.

Why me?)

(She suddenly leans down. Is she? Yes. I would puke if I could,

As I see her sucking my blood.)

(Now that I'm dead, I can tell you a secret

You can't stop it or see it, but

Someone's always watching.

Always waiting, for that moment of silence

Where your dying screams can't be heard.

Some advice.

Embrace it.)