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Alice sprinted down the dimly lit hall of the long forgotten building. The walls were scratched to pieces and the hardwood floors were covered in dents and scrapes. She didn’t quite know what was chasing her, but she did know running was her only shot at salvation.

Ever since that strange telephone call things had been “different”. As if no matter how far she had gone, it was watching.

The closet door creaked as she opened it to hide. Thump…….. Thump…….. Thump….... The noises were about 6 feet to her left. Alice’s heartbeat quickened as the sounds got closer to the door. Thump……... Thump…... Thump……... It sounded so close, as if she could reach out her hand and touch it. Cold. So very very cold. Shivers crawled down Alice’s spine, like the touch of death was waiting outside that ventilated wooden door. She quieted down and started to listen. Thump….... Thump…….... Thump…….... It sounded a few feet to her right. Her instincts told her to look through the wooden bars covering the door. She gazed through the cracks and saw nothing but empty hallway. The lights were flickering but it seemed as though the “man” had walked right past her. The door creaked once more as Alice opened the closet with the utmost of care.

That’s when it happened. The flashbacks, only bits and pieces of distorted memories. Faint screams and yells of panic as they all encountered the same fate. Each and every one of them met the darkness before their lives were silenced by the night. Never more than one or two at a time. And always finishing its victims. Bodies never found. People missing from all over the state. Alice was the last one left. Before it started anew.

As she placed her feet firmly on the unstable wooden floor of the makeshift balcony, the lights continued to flicker. Her silhouette was being cast from the dim light hanging from the ceiling boards. Alice began to slowly turn around when she noticed another shadow over casting her own. It was at this moment that she knew, it was all over.

As she spun around to face it, the man punched her in the gut with enough force to break two ribs. The agony and the heat of the injury washed over her like concrete on a road. Without hesitation he wrapped his hand around Alice’s neck, lifting her off the ground about an inch. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult. Her vision was fading but with each dying breath came new sights. Until she took her final breath. Alice had to try something to get out otherwise… She placed her teeth on his knuckles and bit down as hard as she could until she could taste a hint of blood. The man had no reaction of pain but instead he lifted her higher and threw her over the railings of the makeshift balcony. Sending her plummeting towards the front door. On impact she had broken at least three more ribs. But the exit was now right in front of her. Alice struggled to get to her knees. Attempting to maintain her balance she took a small step forward. Pain flared through her right leg and she collapsed. Looking down she could see part of her shin bone. There was no way of walking out. Alice started to crawl towards the exit inching forward ever so slightly but just enough to give her hope. Foomp. As the man landed he began to move toward Alice, sending her into a panic. Flailing and screaming over took her sense of logic. He grabbed her ankles with his rough bony hands and started pulling her backwards in the direction of the basement. The last thing Alice heard was the sound of her fingernails screeching as she dug into the floor; as she was slowly dragged into the dark of the night.

End.

 

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I live in B.C, Canada, and I enjoy invoking the anxiety and the adrenaline rush that you can get only from reading good horror stories. I enjoy putting great detail into my work and really like setting the scene. I write mostly for fun but i hope to one day direct my own horror film for the big screen.

 

 

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