A few short stories

A quick run

 Blood ran down his arm and dripped from his fingertips as he stumbled down the corridor. He stumbled over something and nearly fell but he righted himself at the last moment and continued to limp on. The lights flickered: once, twice, darkness.

His heart skipped a beat as blackness enveloped him. What was that. He whipped his head to one side. There it was again from the other side. The voices that kept muttering and whispering just on the edge of hearing and the movements that chewed on the edge of his vision.

Moving, I have to keep moving. He thought to himself.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he pushed himself past his limits. He heard it coming. It was always coming. The thing that lurked in the dark was always there, always following, always hungry.

Another ragged gasp came out as he saw the lighted hallway ahead. Nearly there. Nearly safe. He felt it before he heard it, it was coming for him. He threw his last strength into a final burst of speed and threw himself into the light just ahead of the creatures grasp.

The boy sat straight up in bed, pouring sweat, breathing hard. It was the same dream every night.

“its just a dream. Its just a dream.” he murmured to himself even as he limped into the bathroom and started to clean the gashes on his arm and legs.