-400 Ft. Robots by A Skylit Drive
I got impatient so here is another short story. It's kind of different from what I've previously written and as usual I'm going off an idea and coming up with this as I go. Enjoy!
The silence in the room had persisted for what felt like hours. I couldn't see a thing; The room was pitch black. My breathing grew shallow as I heard the footsteps moving toward my corner of the room. I crouched down and cautiously stepped away from the direction that the noise was coming from. Sweat was beginning to run down my forehead as I I heard a dull thud. It was the sound of my heel hitting the wall. Was I going to die? The blackout struck at around midnight and all I could think of was the serial killer that had already claimed several victims.
All of the bodies were found with their eyes gouged out and a Glasgow smile spreading sadistically across their faces. All of the autopsies had revealed that they all died from shock. I couldn't imagine a worse hell than having my eyes ripped out, my face slit side to side and being left to suffer. For all I knew this was this very situation I was in.
I heard it in front of me. Directly in front of me. I was on the floor with my back up against the wall as a rough hand forced my jaw open and stuck a razor blade in my mouth with the blade pointing down on my teeth. I tried desperately to scream but it was to no avail - I was gripped with terror. A solid knee came up and kneed me in the jaw, forcing my jaw to bite down on the blade. The blade dug into my teeth and became lodged there as blood began running down the side of my mouth. I was in unimaginable pain as my head was grabbed and slammed onto the tile floor. I couldn't see anything in the dark room and as I felt a sharp blade cut into the side of my face, I felt myself slipping out of consciousness.
I awoke in my bed with the morning sun shining like ribbons of gold through the window and illuminating the entire room. The nightmare was I had experienced still had me sweating as I managed to force myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I glanced over into the mirror and realized how pale I was. I had been assuring myself I would go to the beach and get a tan for the past week but I was exceedingly pale from what I remembered from yesterday. It was at that moment I noticed that there had been a dripping noise coming from the bathtub.
I cautiously reached out and move the shower curtain to the side and dropped to my knees from what I saw.
There was a rope hanging from the ceiling and there was a body hanging upside down from it. The arms had been splintered off and were laying in the bottom of the tub which was stained a light red from the blood. There was a grin cut into her face and a razorblade lodged in her teeth.
It was me.
I glanced up to the wall of the tub and there were words written in blood on the back of the tub.
"Avez-vous peur du sombre?"
Well, didn't turn out exactly how I thought it would. /: Regardless, what do you guys think? I'm always looking for feedback!
PS: I might try and revise 'Curse Of The Virgin Canvas' since I know I could make it so much better. Maybe grow on it a little more. Thoughts?