Random crap part 2

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 14, 2018

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He ran through the dark hallway, so distracted that he didn't notice how it grew as he sprinted. His head throbbed after being hit by the alcohol bottle. He didn't know where he was going, but he had to get there, fast. Door after door, corridor after corridor, stairway after stairway. The feeling of dread hung in the air like fog. The lights were flickering dramatically, occasionally making him lose his way, as though they were taunting him. His lungs felt like collapsing. He was so tired of chasing after this... this... He didn't know how to describe it. He stopped dead in his tracks, hoping for some indication of where they were. It was quiet, the only noises being the twisted trees scraping the cracked windows. Suddenly, screams rang out, filling the musty air. He ran faster than he ever thought he could, hoping, pleading that he could get there in time. The door was dead ahead, light seeping through the keyhole. He smashed his weight against the door, as he conjured up images of what was to come from the darkest depths of his mind. Finally, the hinges could take no more, tearing away from the door frame. He burst in, hoping to find his family alive. He was wrong. So very, very wrong. There he was, stabbing his dear wife, blood spurting everywhere. His lovely children had been gutted, and thrown against the wall like trash. The stench of death, cigarettes and alcohol lingered in their once pristine living room. The other him slowly got up off of the corpse, a smile cracking his otherwise furious expression. He stared at Thomas with the same, demonic eyes that he saw in the mirror, the same blood-drenched face that appeared in the water. And the same crazed laugh that terrified everyone around him. This other him put the knife in his hand, patted him on the back, and disappeared through the wall. He fell to his knees, tears of deep regret flowing down his face, sirens outside of his house growing louder and louder.?


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