The Stranger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
What happens when you trust an imaginary person, who is only called The Stranger?

Submitted: April 14, 2013

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The Stranger

By: Christopher Thompson



I awoke one night, my head was pounding. It had been about a week since these nights had started, but each night got progressively worse. I kept putting off going to the doctor, hospitals and doctor’s offices always gave me the creeps, but it finally got to the point where I could no longer bare it. I called the doctor on my way to the subway station to schedule an immediate appointment. I went in during my lunch break, but it was useless. The doctor said there was nothing he could do, but encourage me to take some more Advil. I took his advice, but it didn’t help at all, and to be honest I didn’t think it would. The past few night have gotten even worse. Not only have the headaches gotten worse but now I’m hearing voices that are not there. My boss told me that he thinks it’s from stress at work, and gave me a few days off to see if it helps. Of course the days off didn’t help, and the symptoms got worse. I am now constantly being followed by a strange man with pale white skin and dark red eyes. I asked him who he was, and he said “Just call me The Stranger.” I knew he wasn’t real, but there was no way to avoid him. Everywhere I go, he is right there, watching me, watching everything I do. It worries me. I don’t know if he is here to give me advice, or to torcher me. Whenever I asked him why he was here, he would just reply “ you will find out in due time.” I couldn’t help but get the feeling that I should never let my guard down. Then one day he asked me to follow him up onto the roof of the twenty story building that I worked in. He told me that It was time I had discovered who he was. He hovered about two feet off the edge, and he said to me, “If you trust me, come walk off the roof, and I will tell you who I really am, and what my purpose is. If you don’t, I will make your life more painful than you could ever imagine.” I stood at the edge of the roof, pondering my options. I came to the decision to trust him. I had already been excruciating pain the past few weeks, and he himself had done nothing to me. So I stood on the edge, extended my arm, and took a step off the roof. Instantly, I felt my body start to plummet to the ground. But then time stopped, and The Stranger approached to me, letting out a quiet laugh. “You fool,” he said, “Were you never told not to trust strangers when you were little? Did you think that would be different when you were an adult? You should never have trusted me. But as you fall about to die, I guess you should know my true identity. My name is James, and I am, how would you put it, a minion of death. I am sent by Satan to follow people around and lure them into a trap, much like yours. To be honest, I would have left you alone had you not trusted me. But what can I say, you should have never trusted a stranger.” He laughed a terribly evil laugh. Then time continued. I felt myself falling, but only for a brief moment more. Then I only felt cold, Dead Cold. I knew I was dead, I could see my body on the sidewalk in a tangled mess. I have nothing to do now but roam the building that I had once worked at, not bothering people, just silently watching them slowly live out the rest of their earthly lives. It was painful to see how happy people were, but hey, thats the punishment I got for trusting The Stranger.


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