Grave Mistake
I rubbed my eyes as I sat alone on my couch, my focus locked on the computer screen in front of me. I read over the last sentence I had typed up and smiled, so close to being done. I placed my hands on the keyboard, only to be stopped by a loud bang coming from the room next door. Releasing a sigh, I shut my laptop and stood up, arching my back and raising my arms over my head as I yawned. I reached over and shut off the lamp beside the couch and walked over to the balcony. The door was already open so I just slipped into the cool, spring air and sat down. I gazed out at the neighboring hotels and the mountains far in the distance and sucked in a breath.
I jumped as another loud bang sounded from my neighbors' room, except this time it was louder, and a series of smaller sounds followed it. I stood up and gazed at the balcony attached to my neighbors room. The hairs on my arms stood up as I watched the shadows dance across the curtains shielding my neighbors glass, balcony, door.
My neighbor had moved in at least a month ago, and ever sense, I had been hearing suspicious sounds from next door. I had considered calling the hotel management, or even the police, but had convinced myself everything was fine. I was starting to regret that decision.
Turning around, I stepped inside my room and slipped on my shoes. I wasnt gonna sit back and let my neighbor scare me just because of a few sounds, so I was gonna find out what they were doing. When I reached my front door, I hesitantly gripped the handle, my other hand slowly twisting the lock. My heart wouldnt stop pounding as I pulled the door open.
Everything seemed to slow down as I stepped into the hotel hallway. I gazed around at the yellow walls and the brown and black carpet, taking it all on as I shut my door. When the door clicked, the sound seemed to reverberate along my bones and my gut was gripped by an invisible fist of anxiety. I turned around and began to fidget with my hands as my neighbors door loomed in front of me.
I raised my hand and knocked nervously on the white door, my knuckles screaming with protest with each pound of my fist on the wood. I suddenly felt very stupid as my arm fell to my side but I was frozen, I couldnt even move to try and get back in my room before my neighbor got to the door.
A quiet whimper escaped my lips as the door creaked open, but I immediately hid my fear as my neigbour appeared in the doorway. She had short, ginger hair with barely visible freckles plastering her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, her lips were plump and a rosy red and her eyes were a dazzling green. She was actually... pretty, nothing like I expected.
"Can I help you?" She asked, her voice soft and some what angelic. I shook my head, freeing myself from what seemed like a transe before replying
"No, I'm so sorry to bug you, I just heard some banging and, because it was so late at night,I wanted to come see if everything was alright." I stammered. She smiled sweetly, her teeth flashing.
"No problem. But you really shouldnt have come." She said, her voice changing from soothing to startling.
"Pardon me?" I choked out. The girls face began to morph into a horrific image plastered in blood and gore. I tried to scream but she reached out with clawed fingers and dragged me into her room by my hair. I choked on air as I sucked in breaths, trying to stay calm despite the situation. Maybe it was just a dream. Please let it be just a dream.
When she finally let go of my hair, she had morped back into the form of a woman, her body curving in and out like an hour glass. Every part of me envied her, but a small part of me also knew I should be terrified.
"Wh-whats going on." I croaked, my hands planted on the carpeted floor, the womans back to me as she walked towards the door.
"You just made a grave mistake, THATS whats going on." The woman hissed as she reached the door. But even after she said that, I wasnt purely terrified until she turned to face me, a malice grin dancing across her lips. And, when she pushed the door closed, I realized that these last moments were all I had, because when the door clicked, I was in her world, and her world was her territory.
When I heard the door click, my whole word collapsed around me, taking my sanity with it.
Empty
There are times when I feel.. emotionless, completely numb to my own movements and utterly lost in my own thoughts. When this happens, I start to question everything. I drift into a state of confusion where everything feels dull and far away. I have no idea why this happens, I just know it isnt a hallucination or a figment of my imagination, but when this happens I feel.. fake. Like everything I do is pointless and I feel tired. It just makes me want to stop. This feeling is terrifying, because I don't know if anyone else feels this...
R.I.P
You may not remember me, or maybe you just don’t WANT to remember me. So let me introduce myself.
I don’t have a name, because I was created by you, and as you forgot about me, my existence started to fade, but my ability to haunt you is still as powerful as ever. I needed to send you this email because it’s the only way to remind you who I am.
I am that little mistake you made, it didn’t impact you, but it did hurt other people.
Do you still not remember me? Here’s another hint.
R.I.P you little thief.
Its Watching
I woke up to the whisper of quite sobbing. It sounded like my roommate, but I wasn’t sure. I was tempted to sit up and ask her what was wrong, or to see if it was really her, but decided to stay lying down. I closed my eyes, listening to her sobs, praying that she was ok. It was an effort to stay lying to down, but I knew she was stressed out from classes, and also some problems with her boyfriend, so I figured it had something to do with that. Maybe a failed essay or a fight with her boyfriend. Either way, I had a feeling she wanted me to stay out of it. After a minute or so, her sobs stopped, and silence filled our room. Convinced that she was okay, I fell back asleep.
The next morning I woke up and found my roommate sleeping, her sides rising and falling as she snored softly. Draping my legs over the edge of my bed, I stood up and stumbled to my door, the carpeted floor grazing my bare feet. I gripped my door handle, the cold biting at the palm of my hand, only to be stopped by the sound of my roommates’ voice.
“Good morning.” I turned around and my jaw dropped. Her eyes were puffy and red, either from crying or lack of sleep, I wasn’t sure, her hair was a mess and her lips seemed oddly dry and cracked.
“So…. You were the one crying last night…” I murmured, my hand still rested on the door handle. She nodded stiffly. I pulled my hand away from the door handle and crawled onto the foot of her bed, still examining her tear stained face.
“What happened?” As I spoke her shoulders stiffened and she began to sway slightly. She seemed terrified. She glanced up and stared into my eyes.
“There was someone—something, crouched beside your bed, watching you.” As she said that, blood dripped from the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. I screamed and leaped back, watching as blood pooled around her tongue. I began shaking as I backed towards the door, her hand shaking and reaching out to me, tears spilling down her cheeks as she moved her lips, trying to speak but failing.
“I don’t know what to do!” I wailed as my back pressed against the cold wall. I sobbed into my hands as she collapsed on her pillow, blood still running down her chin, leaving stains on her chest and shirt. My legs gave way and I hit the ground with a thud.
“P-please let this just be a prank.” I sobbed, my shoulders shuttering as tears continued to leak down my cheeks.
“Oh this is farthest thing from a prank.” A raspy voice whispered in my ear as a calloused hand clutched my mouth and muffled my scream. I struggled against the grip, but the raspy voice just laughed huskily as it forced the back of head against the wall. Fear overwhelmed my thoughts as the edges of my vision started to go hazy. The last thing I heard was the husky laughing of the intruder as everything faded away into darkness.