There is no time to waste pondering around there’s only two hours left until the purge begins. My eyes run across the room with all my weapons in array. From a metal bat to the sliver glint of a knife. I look back down into my own hands pouring a cyclobenzaprine into a syringe. My eyes travel up the syringe to meet the sharp metal tip. I arrange the syringes in a secure pocket of my jacket. Nice and secure I feel the syringes lined up against my warm body, with my mind trembiling of the memories of getting drugged. As I put the toxin back away into hiding in the cupboard. Feeling confident about my plan I take a break being almost all organised. I reach for the Tv remote only to turn onto the news seeing small riots happening in the street already. At the bottom right of the Tv was the count down until the purge one hour and 30 minutes the clock ticked in its daunting red box, almost the colour of blood. Sitting down on my couch I lay back feeling restless. My head softly hits the side of the couch, eyes still strained on the timer. As my eyes began to feel heavy the urge to stay alter drifts away. Sleep follows through seeing the darkness cave into eyesight.
Unaware my eyes open slowly to only hear screams coming from outside my apartment. Unable to move any part of my body fear begins to strike into me. I strain my eyes on the television seeing that the count down has ended and the start of the purge 2021 has already begun. My eyes darting around the room I notice that late afternoon has turned into a dark midnight sky being mostly pitch-black gaining little light from the glare of the television. Suddenly a light switch has been switched on lighting up the room like the sun. Even more terrified I rapidly try and move but am still unable. Next minute I hear faint footsteps walk through the door, with the screams outside my door dying down. In the corner of my eye I see a person come into view. They are wearing all black except for grey shoes stained in blood and a mask. I could tell the blood stain were new and had not been there long. My eyes trail to their hand holding a big sharp knife. It almost looked like a machete at first glance, but it was smaller. As they get closer, I begin to struggle trying to scream for my life, but no noise was coming out of my mouth. The person slowly brought the knife closer to my skin hovering it above my stomach. Swiftly the knife was down stabbed into my stomach harshly. I let out a scream of terror and pain.
I open my eyes back up to reality, swiftly sitting up on my couch screaming for the life of me. Looking down at my stomach there was no knife no blood no pain. I look up at the television 15 minutes left on the count down, with it still being late afternoon and the late afternoon sunlight filling the room. It was just a nightmare, now I really need to pull myself together.
YOU ARE READING
The Silent Killer
HorrorA Social experiment is accuring and one person with a mysterious back story to tell is up for the challenge.
