5NAF & Horror short stories

Waiting For The End

I'm waiting for the end.
My life was a mess.
I stuffed up.
Why did I go into that abandoned house?
Who killed me?

Questions, lies, truths and answers. They can all be seen and done from the eyes of the doers and receivers.

I was the receiver. I went into that house 20 years ago. I lost everything. My face. My limbs. My body. My life. My soul. Everything. All gone because someone thought that I was ready to die. Were they right? I don't know.

Now I'm a crushed soul. Unable to do anything. Move. See. Touch. Anything. But I can still talk. And I need to tell you something.

While you have been reading this confusing chapter, you have given my killer valuable time to find you. He is there.
Standing.
Watching.
Listing.
Waiting.
Breathing.
Thinking.
Procrastinating.

Moving..........

He is behind you. Seeing as your in a house. That house will soon be deserted. Haunted. Someone will come along like I did and explore. They will also die and endanger their family. They will die also and start the cycle again.

But first, you need to die. Take your last breath. Thought. Movement. Sigh. It's all over. Look over your shoulder. See him now?
Oh You will when you look up.

Goodbye.
You too will be waiting for the end...