I Dont Like Uno

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


A goofy horror story i I had written some time back.

Submitted: June 10, 2018

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Exosted, I lay next to my winch of a wife, fully clothed atop of my bed after a late night at the emergeny room. Staring at the whirling ceilingfan until my vision blurs, my nightly ritual in attempt to ease my insomnia. I turn on my side and gaze at the neon numbers on the face of the alarm atop of an oak nightstand. The lids of my eyes are lead curtains, I tell myself as I just begin to drift into slumber. My body begins to swirl and sink. I feel as though I am falling but cannot move my limbs. I struggle to breath. There is something compressing my chest yet I see nothing there. Then, for an instant my body feels free and I splash into thick murky water. The sounds of wilderness surround me. I sit up in the shallow mudhole I find myself in, peering into the inky darkness. The nocturnal choir of frogs and crickets halt to dead silence when my eyes rest upon the mouth of the strangly welcoming cave. I stand, goosebumps forming on my bare arms. Not from fear but from the chill winters night amplified but my water soaked clothing. A warm glow from within is beckoning me, and the threat of possible pneumonia isn't leaving me much other choice. "Go inside" says a voice in my head. So, I did. Without much thought, without oposing instinct I run througn the caves opening...when fear and realization finally strike, it is too late. A shadow drapped figure stands motionless at the back of the cave. bearing an unyielding demeanor. draped in dark robes, the figure stares in my direction. When I turn to run back, to flee from the possible consequences of my ignorance, I am faced with a solid wall of stone. "It...it's gone. The door. Where the hell did it go?!", I scream. No need to leave." Says the figure in dark robes. So close now I can feel his breath in my neck. I scream in complete unadulturated, 0% testostrone, piss your pants fear when i see the man in dark robes bares a face and voice identical to my own. "Do not leave so soon" He says in a kind tone. "You've just gotten here and there is so much fun for you and I to be had." I can't move, I can't speak. I'm frozen in place. My clone holds up a deck of cards. "You like UNO?" Well...I know I am dreaming and I dont like UNO but, I still feel like I shouldn't opose him. So, myself and I play a couple hands of UNO. After a few moments, He stands. Tossing the cards onto the stone floor. "The deed is done.", He announces. "What deed? I ask confused. "The reason you came of course, you would never have had the stomach to do it yourself. Be seeing you champ" He winks at me and I awaken before I can respond. I open my eyes and stretch out my arms which makes a sick squishing sound. my left hand lands on something soft and wet. As my right clentches something hard and cold. Turning  to my left i find my wife with her throat cut open, Blood soaking the mattress. Vessles and tendons severed, bone exposed. Turning to my right is the reflection of me in dark robes clentching a bloody kitchen knife. I begin to laugh. I laugh as the police arive. I laugh in the back of the cop car all the way to prison. "What the hell's wrong with you?", asks the policeman in the drivers seat. Clearly being made uncomfortable be my manic fit of laughter. I catch my beath long enough to say, "I dont like UNO."


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