A deadly glass

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Similar to a dream I had but I guess I changed it a little to make it scary. Please read and tell me what you think.

Submitted: June 20, 2011

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Walking down the stairs the only noise that could be heard other than my breathing was the creak they made. I entered the kitchen half asleep only wanting a glass of water, I pulled out a small glass and turned towards the sink. The water felt nice on my warm skin, I rinsed the glass out before using it and then filt it up with fresh water. I was about to drink the liquid until I felt a cold breeze brush against my back. Turning towards the dark corner in the kitchen a shadow seemed to be moving. Squinting I wanted a closer look so I took a step forward.

"Hello?" I called out to the darkness, a simple hiss was the reply.

Feeling no fear I moved my right foot another centimetre closer, "who's there?"

This time there was no reply, I put the glass on the counter nearby.

*Thud ... thud ... dun .. dun .. dun ~*

There was a thud above my head and the sound of something falling, my head snapped up towards the sound to find it had faded away, it came from my room.

I know felt confused and turned my focus back onto the unsetteling shadow in the corner to find it was no longer there. The same breeze from before tickled it's way down my spine, with a swift move I spun to find the ghostly figure gazing at me. It was a woman in dirty white rags and tangled hair, her eyes were a solid black full of anger and hatered which stared into my very heart. The thudding came back. Where was it coming from?

The woman took a step closer this time she was close enough to touch, her lips curled up showing her teeth, they were a brown colour with tiny traces of black. The thudding got louder and my throat felt drier, I wanted so badly to scream but I just knew I couldn't. The woman pulled her arm out from behind her back and in it was a rusty knife with dry blood, feeling sick I took a step back but she came closer with a twisted yet evil grin that appeared on her face. The thudding was even louder now, I could almost feel it until I realized that I could feel it, because the thudding was my heart. She hissed at me, almost falling to the floor I caught myself on the counter. The glass that was there fell as my arm accidentaly knocked it, both my gaze and the womans glared at the glass that was now in so many pieces. I stared at it as the water ran across the floor, my attention then went back to the woman who had disappeared. My heart was still making that loud thud noise which was burning through my ears and throbbed throughout my head. Trying to hold myself together the noise got louder and I fell to the floor only to wake up the next morning with a cut on my arm. The only questions I asked myself were 'where had the cut come from?'

'Did that woman actually get me?' or 'did I just cut myself on the glass on the floor whilst I fell unconcious?'


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