Short Stories

Fear

Cold wind blew over his body as he felt wet grass brush against his exposed skin. As he started to feel around, he noticed he wasn't at home any more, shooting up from the ground he felt as if someone punched him in the face. Looking around he noticed that the sky was painted grey. Not a light shining through, no moon, no nothing... yet he could still see. He noticed he was in an empty plane surrounded by trees. Standing up his legs turned into jelly, spreading his arms he hopes to find some form of balance but fails as he falls back onto the cold wet ground. A sharp pain hit his cheats as if he fell on a rock, pushing himself to his side he saw he did fall on a rock. Which he could vouch wasn't there before.

As he examined the rock, he noticed it had some writing engraved on it. Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. 'What was that meant to mean?' He thought as he pushed himself up, this time succeeding in standing. He looked down, noticing he was still in his pyjamas. Trying his best, he tried to remember how he had ended up in this place. But to no avail, he drew up a blank.

Heart racing, hands shaking the man scrunched his eyes shut hoping it was all a dream, once he had opened his eyes, he saw the same view as before. It was real. He is not dreaming. Thinking about what he should do next the loud pounding of his heart in his ears clouded his judgement. 'Why was I here? Why me? What have I done to be here? Who put me here? Questions plagued his mind. Clapping his hands to his face he shakes his head as if he were shaking demons away. He had no time to ask questions he had to find his way out of here. After all, standing in the middle of an unfamiliar place panicking will get him nowhere.

Gripping his hands tight he marched forwards to the tree line. Walking through the large oak trees he could not shake the feeling that he was being watched by a thousand eyes mocking him as he blunders around in the dark forest. As he was walking, he felt a light tingle on his shoulder. Nervously looking over to his shoulder he sees eight vicious eyes staring right into his soul. Instantly he flicked the spider off jumping back to get away from the eight-legged arachnid. Turning away from where he had flicked the spider, he started walking at a faster pace checking his body repeatedly making sure no more spiders got passage onto his body.

After a while of walking the man came to the conclusion, he was free from the spiders. Or so he had through until a large leg hair spiders leg came creeping over his shoulder, at that point he had forgotten how to breath. Slowly turning to look behind him, thousands of red beady eyes staring at him from the shadows as one large spider makes its way over him before turning around to face him dead on. He started to back off from the giant spider slowly as another hairy leg touched his shoulder and a presser of seven other legs placed themselves on his back.

The black-haired man screamed, reaching behind him grabbing the spider on his back, throwing it away from him then running away from the spiders. Looking behind him, he sees what must have been hundreds of spiders from the size of a large dog to elephants charging on after him. He pushed himself harder not looking back until he had come to a cliff edge. His heart dropped. His only hope to escape the spiders was to cross the tightrope. Was he going to risk killing himself to get away from spiders? Yes, yes, he was. Looking behind him the spiders were not stopping with no second thought he made his way on the tightrope. Once he placed one foot on it, he hadn't lasted long before the rope gave way as he fell down the bottomless cliff. All he could see was darkness.

Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted. A deep voice spoke into the man's head. 'What is happening?' The man questioned calling out for a body less voice, to no answer. He had no idea he was still falling until he had hit the hard ground. Groaning he makes his way sitting up rubbing the back of his head. Looking around he sees he had landed amongst tall buildings with loud crowd stress filled with people rushing to their destination. The black-haired man had not felt so happy in his life, he had finally made it out of the damned forest with giant spiders back to a place that held a familiarity to him.

Without wasting a second, he stood up and made his way to the nearest person, a woman with red hair and blue eyes holding a yellow purse looking determined to reach her destination. "Ma'am! Hello!" He waved at her, but she treated him as if he didn't exist. Furrowing his brows in anger he mumbled a taboo word before turning to the next person who was about to walk past him.

"Mister! Can you help me" But just as the woman had done to him, the man walked right past him with no second thought. "Are you people trying to play some sick joke on me?!" He yelled fumes coming from his ears. He reached out for the person approaching him but he fell through the person. Confused, he tried grabbing at several other people but still had no luck getting their attention, that is when he realised that they were not ignoring him. They couldn't see him. He was invisible. A wave of dread ran over the man as he came to realise the situation. 'No this can't be true'

"Can anyone hear me!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he made his way through the crowd, even though his surroundings where loud all he could hear was silence. "Please! Someone! Hear me" He begged. "Damn it!" He tried punching the person next to him, but his fist just went through the person's head. As he stops running people continue to walk through him like he was a ghost. Something to be forgotten. Gripping at his chest he felt a phantom knife stab him through his chest into his heart. His cheeks became damp with salty tears. Dropping to his knees he looked up at the blue sky. 'What did I do to deserve this?'

He remained on his knees, hand clutching chest, head staring off into the blue abyss for another ten minutes before he had stood up and began walking mindlessly thought the city. As he was wondering he wasn't really paying attention to where he was going until he heard dead leaves crunching under his shoes. Snapping back to reality he realised he was back in the forest where he had previously run from giant spiders. He had no cares left for the spiers. If anything, he wanted the spiders to come back, at least they saw him. He wished to be seen again, but as people say be careful what you wish for. A hot breath touched his shoulder and as he turned around to face the creature behind him, he came face to face with a large brown lion with eyes that were a void of lost hope, the head of a goat attached to it's back and a large green snake for the lion's tail. From old Greek mythology, the Chimera.

Too terrified to scream the man fell over a tree root trying to walk away. The Chimera made its way over to him as the snake hissed showing its large fangs dripping with a clear poison, the sight was enough motivation for the man to take a cup of concrete and harden up. Standing up he ran as fast as his legs could take him, which was sad enough it was not faster than the Chimera chasing after him. He could hear the monster closing the distance between them, but he wasn't ready to be eaten alive just yet. Making the fatal mistake of looking behind him to check how close the monster was he ran straight into a tree knocking himself onto the hard first ground. Looking above him, he sees the Chimera towing above him, warm sticky drool hitting his face. Opening its mouth, the monster let out an ear piercing roar before it bit down on his arm ripping it off.

The pain he felt was indescribable, he could not even let out a scream just a few broken gasps. With blurry vision he sees the res inside of the Chimera's mouth as he feels its hot breath on his face. He didn't want to die in a place like this, no one knew where he was, did anyone know he was gone? Guess he will never find out.

You have failed to love, to be pure, to be grateful. You do not turn to me, for now, you shall suffer for eternity. The same deep voice spoke to the man, who was floating in a cold abyss. "Who are you! Why are you doing this to me?!" The man was despite for an answer but just like the city, he was ignored, just after asking his question he had fallen asleep.

Cold wind blew over his body as he felt wet grass brush against his exposed skin.