It’s a dark, cold night. I was on my way home from work when I decide to take the short cut through the park, towards an ally way. If I cut through the ally way I could get home earlier than what time I’d usually get home. While traveling through the ally way, sounds of metal colliding with the ground and even sounds of rustling leaves echo in the quiet. A small gust of breeze picks up and I shiver. If I continue walking towards my house in this weather, I’ll catch frost bite and I’m really tired. Maybe I can stay at an abandoned house, I think to myself. I walk on over, away from the ally, to a block with all condemned or just abandoned houses.
I glance up at one huge mansion that looks run down and no sign of life anywhere in the mansion. The door lays wide, welcoming people in. I sigh in relief. I enter through the open door and look around for a switch. I find one and gladly flick it on. The mansion lights up like a tree on Christmas eve. The chandeliers are covered in cobwebs and dust. The floors are also covered in dust. Spider webs occupy most of the corners in this room. I close the door to this house and walk up the stairs. The stairs creak and my footsteps echo throughout the empty, large house. I make it to the upstairs landing and flick on another light. The hallways light up and the light shines down on the walls. I smile to myself. Sure, this house is a little cold but it seems like everything’s working. I walk into a room. The door is open, unlike all the other room. I flick on yet another switch and the light turns on. The light is dimmer than the other areas of the house, so far. It is almost freaky. Like, at any given moment, something was going to jump out at me. But, then again, that’s just my paranoia speaking.
In one of the corners of the room laid a bed. Maybe a twin sized bed. The walls are a shade of yellow. It wasn’t too bright or too dark. It was just right. A black blanket laid perfectly neat on top of the bed. Of course, like probably every other room in this place, in the corners of the rooms, where the walls and the ceiling meet, were cobwebs. Dust laid across a desk in the opposite corner of the room. I pull my shoes off my feet and pull the blanket off the bed. I place my phone on a wooden nightstand next to the bed. I lay in the bed and pull the blanket over me. I try to keep my eyes open for a little while longer but I instantly fell asleep.
Thoughts flood in my sleeping mind. Feelings flooded through from the previous day. I was just on the way home from work. It was a late night, yet again. I have been working my ass off for about two weeks. Working until fucking 11:00 at night! It doesn’t help when your car breaks down in the middle of the road and your mechanic can’t help you at this time of night! I had to physically move my car off the road onto the side into an area for free parking. It takes me, from there, about an hour and a half to get home. I don’t have a jacket because I left it in my office without knowing. Walking for an hour and a half in 6 below zero degrees will make me catch frost bite. It’s either keep walking home and probably pass out from how tired I am or stay in an abandoned house. I went with the shelter.
Suddenly, my brain snaps into place. Something in my chest makes me feel paranoid, even though I’m sleeping. I feel as if I was being watched. I arise from my slumber to see the same room I had fell asleep in. Everything is in order except for the closet door that I swore was closed when I was asleep. Maybe the doors broken. Yeah. That’s it. Nothings going to hurt me. There’s no such things as ghosts. But there’s such things as humans trying to kill one another, said my paranoia. I shiver. What if something bad happens, though? I started to get an anxiety attack and my brain felt like it was on an overload. I am panicking and stressing out now. I can’t stay in this room any longer. I bolt up and grab my cell phone and slide my shoes on. I stand completely still suddenly. I feel hot breath on my shoulder. I start to shiver and cry. I’m so terrified right now that tears are literally streaming down my face.
I turn around and scream. There is a person standing right before me. This figure is dressed in a black robe. The hood of the robe hides the face of this person. I start to regain my sanity and stop being so afraid, until this thing pulled off its hood. She smiles widely, showing rows upon rows of sharp teeth. Her eyes are a deep red color….but she isn’t any vampire. She looks more evil. More sinister than a vampire. Sure she may have the sharp teeth and red eyes like a vampire but that means nothing. Her greasy brown hair lays in a heap on top of her head. She pulls up something wooden and smacks me over the head with it.
I can feel my body being dragged somewhere. I snap open my eyes and see this thing is dragging me down some type of stairs, maybe cellar stairs. I can smell rotting meat in the distance. I start to sob and the thing growls at me. She tosses me into a room that completely petrified me. It’s a dimly lit room with barely any light. The only light that is on keeps flickering. The walls are smeared and splattered in blood. The floor has marks looking like someone was trying to hold on for dear life with their nails but was pulled anyway. Bodies lay around in awkward positions. One body…was covered in bite marks. That body looks like it was attacked by a zombie. The body looks like the girl who had disappeared months ago. The paled skinned killer, who I can guess is a cannibal-by the bodies that look like they are half eaten, slowly walks towards me with tape and rope. She takes the rope and grabs my wrists back. I wiggle my hands free from her grip but than she instantly pulls my wrist back in an awkward angle. My wrist, than, makes a sound of bones breaking. I howl in pain and tears sprung out of my eyes.
“W-why are you doing this to me?” I cry out. The killer gives me a look and ties up my wrists together. She licks her lips and brings her thumb to my cheek to stroke my skin.
“Because….I’m hungry and my favorite food……is humans!” The cannibal laughs louder and her laugh is so sinister I almost scream. The smell of corpses than makes me vomit at the killers feet. She hisses and shoves me to the ground. She hovers over me and she taps up my mouth. She finally leaves the room and I’m left in a room filled with corpses and the smell of fear illuminating all around me.
It’s been two days without food. I’ve been only surviving on the water that is provided by a faucet in the corner of the room. At first, it was hard to turn it on with my wrists being tied up. Eventually, I got it and was able to get the tape off of my mouth and drink some water. Another body was tossed down here with me. He’s still alive but looks really badly injured. I want to help him and he could help me but I’m too frightened to talk. Yesterday, I realized I had my phone. I got it out of my pocket and attempted to call someone by butt dialing them but as soon as I managed, the phone told me there was no service in the cellar. Out of frustration, I stomped on the phone and it crumbled into tiny pieces on a body I didn’t see laying on the ground. I screamed and that attracted the killer. She came down and glanced at a survivor i couldn’t see in the dark. I was petrified to confess. I had to watch as the cannibal ate the poor woman. I kept my mouth shut as I watched. If I survive this, I’ll probably will never see a more gruesome sight than what I had to watch. Blood being splattered, guts being tossed and the sound of skin breaking.
It all happened a day ago. Me and the boy have been waiting around and also surviving off of the tap water. The killer would come down every hour to eat off of a dead, rotting corpse. As hours pass, I keep losing the ability to talk. This killer also seems to barely speak. She only speaks when we ask why she’s doing this to us. It’s always the same answer, “Because…I’m hungry and my favorite food is humans.”
Now, me and the boy are alone in the dark cellar. The light is starting to get dimmer and dimmer as time passes by. The killer keeps coming down to check on us and just waits. I’m so scared. I’ve been silently crying for about 5 minutes now. It’s no use. I’ll never get out of here.
My wrists are in pain as my rope burn becomes to get worse and worse. My stomach is so empty. I think I lost a good 5-10 pounds so far. I cannot sleep without having the fear of being killed. I look at the boy and wonder what to say.
“Hi.” I say in a raspy voice.
“Hi.” He replies with a shaky voice.
“What’s your name?” I question.
“Tom,” he starts, “and you?”
“Julia. Why did you get thrown down here?” I ask the most stupidest question of the world.
“I was just trying to help Alison.” He states as tears run down his dirty face.
“Who is Alison?” I raised an eyebrow.
“The killer.” He replied darkly. I shudder.
“What happened!?” I yell but still whisper.
“She was my best friend. We’d go to the movies together and we’d sing songs together. When we finally went to highschool I found out a lot more about Alison. I didn’t know anything about the girl I thought was my best friend. It turned out that she was abused at home and bullied by everyone. I was her only friend. She was beginning to go insane. I tried to help her but she turned her back to me. I haven’t heard from her again until now. I saw the lights on in this house and I thought it was abandoned. So, I wanted to investigate. I finally saw Alison. I was shocked at first and then I realized she wasn’t the same.” Tom started to cry.
“Don’t cry. Maybe we can help her.” I suggest.
“I think it’s too late.” He cried then looked at me a little closer.
“I know you! You bullied Alison before! You and your group of friends!” He shouts at me but still whispering.
“I-I did? I don’t remember! Honestly, I don’t remember! I graduated two years ago! How do you remember!? Maybe it wasn’t me!” I say to him. Did I really abuse this girl? No, It can’t be.
“You would torture my best friend! How could you?” He cried out.
“I don’t know. I..” I then trailed off. I remember Alision. She was a lot more happier. She would wear red eye contacts to make her eyes look red. She would laugh at a lot of things. She was really nice but I ruined her. No wonder why she wants to kill me.
I feel as if my body is getting weaker and weaker from hearing all this. I shook and tears slipped down my eyes. I made a girl go insane and want to kill me in revenge. And I know it’ll be my time up soon. The rope is digging into my wrists and I can feel blood is starting to drip down my wrist. I try not to move much so I don’t have to worry about ripping my hand off my body! The killer hadn’t been down here since yesterday. But as I try to find hope I realize something…I know she’s going to be down here soon and she will want to kill me. I’m scared. I don’t want to die! Not yet!
I woke up suddenly. A loud crash sounded throughout the cellar. Oh no. Alison’s here! She’s here in this cellar! I can hear her movement. I can hear her eating someone’s old corpse. She’s making her way towards me. I can see her shadow. My breathing is become to get shaky and hot, salty tears stream down my face. Tom is awake too. He keeps giving me dirty looks and after our conversation last night, he hasn’t said a word to me since he found I was the bully. The cut on my wrist from the rope keeps getting deeper and deeper. I’m getting really dizzy from not eating or drinking. If I fall asleep again, though, I’m afraid of being eaten in my sleep. And if I do fall asleep, I’ll probably never wake up.
I hear Alison’s footsteps grow near. Hot breath hit my shoulders like a whip. I turn my head towards the girl. Her mouth is covered in blood and her sharp teeth are also covered in the red liquid. Her dark robe, however, doesn’t have even a speck of blood on it.
“So…Julia. You remember now. You remember beating me? Do you remember when you told everyone rumors about me? Do you remember that? Do you remember making my life a living hell?” Alison yells and leans over me, scanning my now fragile and thin body.
“Yes! I’m sorry! Please, let me help you! Please!” I plead.
She ignores my pleads and inches her head towards my neck. I shove her back with my feet and she stumbles back. She growls and pounces on top of me. I fall back and break my wrist, blood from the wound starts to run down my hand and splatters everywhere. I yell out in pain and see Tom smile widely. What’s going on? I get up and run towards the cellar door. Tom grabs my arm and yanks me back to the ground. He looks at me than to Alison and backs away.
I start to whimper. I thought Tom was on my side. Tom makes his way to the exit and glances at Alison and me and laughs evilly.
“Do you want me to find more food, Alison?” He asks.
“Yes. Thank you.” She smiles widder. The cellar door closes and I scream.
Alison brings her mouth towards my neck and her teeth grab onto my skin, instantly breaking through. Blood smears all over her face and my eyesight begins to blur. She rips out my throat and cuts my stomach open with a knife I didn’t know she had. I try to scream in horror and to find help but I can’t. She ripped out my throat. I fade away as I hear the rest of my body being shredded into nothing but leftover flesh and bones.
Credit To – Jessica
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