I walked down the hall towards my bedroom. It was late at night and I had just gotten home. I assumed my parents were asleep. When I got into my room, I heard a strange creaking noise. "what the?" I thought. I decided it was the walls or the floor, so I decided to get ready for bed. When I opened the closet door, there was a man with a chainsaw waiting. I screamed and ran to my parents room. Their bed was soaked with blood and loose limbs were lying around everywhere. I screamed and looked behind me. The man was closing in on me. No, I thought, I am not going to die like this. I opened the window and jumped out of the tall building. I landed with a splat and everything went forever black...to bad the whole thing was a hallucination. my attempt at a horror storry
Not exactly the modt horrific story, but it could be considered horror lol Taylor watched in horror as the giant men lifted Drew up off the floor, only to chuck him back down on the cold, hard concrete. She tried to look away but the burly men holding her snapped her back around, forcing her to watch just a little bit longer. Tears streaming down her face hit the same hard concrete and mixed with Drew's crimson blood tht spewed in a steady stream from him head. Drew lied on the floor, motionless. Just as Taylor thought she had lost her bestfriend, one man kicked him hard in the stomach and a groan escaped Drew's bloody mouth. Taylor closed her eyes and looked up, thanking God for giving her just a few more minutes with him. Once again, another goon picked Drew up by his neck and tossed him aside like trash, laughing maliciously as he did so. Crashing into the wall, Drew's body could almost take no more. Hearing a sickening crack, Taylor finally lost control. She elbowed the man that was holding her in the stomach and let out a scream. "Let go of me! You bastards! You killed him! You hated him! Admit it, you hated me! You hated me, so you killed him!" Taylor shrieked at them. Her raspy voice drifted in and out from screaching. She kicked and screamed and thrashed around until her warm body hit the blood stained concrete with a thud. She scrambled over to Drew's motionless body. She looked down at his pure-hearted face and shook. Her tears created a puddle around them. "Please! Please!" she screamed, "Don't leave me. Don't die on me now. What about our dreams? College? I can't live without you!" She sobbed as she took his hand and whispered, "I love you." She sobbed weakly into his chest. One of the men made advancements towards them. A smaller man, obviously the leader of the group, placed a hand on the man's chest and held him back. Silently, the man in charge dismissed the rest of the men, but he stayed behind. He analyzed Taylor as she crouched over Drew's lifeless body. He could hear her tear drops as they hit the floor. Taylor would squeeze Drew's hand, as if it would make him come back to life, every few seconds. When she knew that he was forever gone and there was no hope for him, she stood up and slinked over to the man left in the room. She stopped right infront of him and looked him in the eyes. "Daddy, why?" she whispered.
Thanks Here's another: I looked down at my own blood stained hands. The rich, crimson liquid dripped from the tips of my fingers. My eyes then traveled downward, glancing at the gaping hole, spewing blood, in my side. The sence of shock had masked the pain for a few seconds, but moments pass and the pain slowly seeps into he wound. The pain from the gunshot wound spread to my broken heart. My broken heart then let my darkness out that I had kept in there so long. My darkness then soon traveled, cracking my fake smile. I looked at the black hole in the side of my body, then lifted my head to glare at my shooter. The sick smile plastered across his face made me want to hurl myslef at him, but I knew it would do no good. I took one step towards him and collapsed to the floor. My head hit the cold tiled floor and the rich blood dripped once more. My eyes fluttered closed; the last vision I saw was the body of my brother, Tyler, hovering over me with nothing more than that sick smile. After that sight, all I saw was black. My body felt warm, yet freezing all at once. The lightheadedness feeling you get when you stand up too quick rushed over me. I slowly lost feeling in my feet and hands. The feeling of nothing soon krept to my limbs, and then my whole body felt numb. I could feel nothing; not my body, not the air, not the blood slowly dripping from my side. The fluid turned from ruby to black diamond. It oozed out of my side until I bled out. Never trust a man with a gun...
I wiped the blood from my face as I brought the knife back up. I laughed and smiled, I brought it down and a new wave of blood splattered my face, the warm, tasty blood. I stop and admire my work. The two bodies were fucked up and bloody. The White room had large splatters of blood. I lean forward and kiss the two bodies foreheads. "I love you mom, I love you dad......" I pour the gasoline over the bodies and step out as they burn. Little Jessica laid crumpled in the corner, the best little sister a man could have, but it was hard to fuck her when she squirmed to much, she was crying and was naked. I grab her by the hair and pick her up. "Now why are you crying sweetheart? WHY?!?" she kicked and screamed, but I just toss her aside, she'll burn with the rest. I exit the small suburban house, blood on the streets. you did good the voice wouldn't leave, but I like it now... It powers me... It makes me happy.