WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SCENES OF BLOOD AND GORE AND CUSS WORDS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 10 YEARS OF AGE. OR IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR. FIRST TO READ: @bmth_is_awesome (I spelled it right this time) Allan opened his eyes. He saw the ceiling fan was no longer moving. He blinked in confusion, and sat up “Hello?” he said aloud. His voice echoed into the room. Allan frowned. “Weird.” Allan laid back down, and closed his eyes. There was a loud BANG, and then a click. Allan opened one eye. “Hm?” Allan sat back up. The room was now pitch black, and the fan moved slowly. He smelled something foul in the air, and it smelled close. Allan stood up, and walked towards the door. He opened it, the door creaking loudly. Allan stiffened. “Wasn’t this loud before. . .” He peered out into the hallway. It was pitch black, and the faint noise of laughter could be heard in the distance. Allan shivered, then decided to shut the door. Allan made his way back to the bed. “I guess it’s-” Allan glanced outside. It was already dark outside. Allan stood there, staring outside. “I thought-” HA HA HA HA HA HA. . . Allan jumped and turned back towards the door. He felt the pain in his sides start to intensify. He reached down and felt on one side. He felt something wet. Allan took his hand off his side immediately. “Ew.” Allan walked towards the bathroom door. CREAK . . . Allan spun around. “Hello?” The door was wide open, and Allan frowned. “I could of swore that I-” “SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Allan jumped and let out a little scream. He backed up towards the bathroom, reaching behind him frantically for the door handle. “That didn’t sound too good. . .” Allan found the handle and opened the bathroom door. He backed in slowly, keeping an eye on the door. Once he was fully in the bathroom, he quickly slammed the door. Allan sighed a breath of relief. He hadn’t realized that he had been holding his breath. He turned towards the mirror and looked at his gashes. “Ow.” Allan winced. They had started bleeding uncontrolably again, so he’d have to take a shower again. Allan groaned, and shut his eyes. “Why is this happening to-” Allan. Allan opened his eyes. “Hm?” He looked around, making sure there wasn’t anyone in the bathroom. “Who said that?” Nothing answered. Allan was confused, he thought he jus heard someone. Allan turned back towards the mirror and froze. There was a boy, not even ten years old, sitting on the toilet lid. Allan spun around and jumped. “Who the hell are you?!” The boy just frowned. “I’m sorry, but I have to do this.” The bathroom door shook, and busted off the hinges. Allan backed up against the wall. “Uh. . . Help?” he asked the boy. The boy stood up and walked out the bathroom. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” Once the boy disappeared, and a large man stood in the doorway. Allan gulped. “Ah shoot-” The man ran towards Allan with a knife and stabbed him. Allan felt the knife go through his heart. Allan gasped for air, but none came. Allan pushed against the man, but he didn’t budge. Allan started feeling weak. Allan went limp, and everything faded into darkness.
“Welcome to our Nightmare, Allan.” Relatively short story this time, because I wanted to leave it on a cliffhanger. >:D
