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“Hey Pandas Can You Come Up With A Random Short Horror Story?”
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She was exhausted, but at least she was done for the day. Or so she thought.
"Melania! I ka ka in my diaper again! Change me!"
As I walked down the street, I could see a reflection in the store window. Something appeared to be walking behind me, a few feet away. I didn't think much of it at the time, there were plenty of people about, and anyway, I was busy.
I entered the store, and as I made my purchase I thought I saw something in a reflection on a mirror. But when I looked again there was nothing there. Strange, but explainable.
I walked to my car, bags in hand, and put my purchase in the back seat. I moved to the driver's side, almost catching a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye in the reflection of the window. Stranger and stranger, but there are still people around, real people, and birds. The movement could have been anything, really.
I start the drive home, and nothing is unusual with my mirrors. I don't see anything outside except the other cars, the road, the sky. Perfectly normal.
And then I get a glimpse of the backseat.
It almost looks like there's someone back there, doesn't it? But there can't be. There's nothing but groceries back there, and when I look again there's nothing else there.
I must just be tired, a bit jittery, only thinking I'm seeing things that aren't really there.
And then I'm home. I pull into the garage, unload my car, make a simple dinner, something I've made a hundred times.
I don't look at any reflective surfaces. It's not like there's anything there, but it's better to be safe, isn't it? It'll be better in the morning.
I don't want to go into the bathroom, with the big mirror, but I need a shower, and it must just be my imagination playing a cruel trick on me. So I go.
I step into the bathroom, take a deep breath, look into the mirror. Nothing there. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding, relieved. I shower, dry off, and almost feeling bold now, filled with a confidence that's mostly real, I look into the mirror again.
My face, the bathroom wall, the cup holding my toothbrush, something tall and dark, and covered in dried blood, with empty holes where the eyes should be, and a mouth filled with far too many teeth, held open in a silent scream. There is a hole in its chest, right where a heart would be.
My own scream is far from silent as I jump back and frantically look around the bathroom. There's nothing there. I look into the mirror, and there it is, empty sockets turning to stare at me. Not my reflection, who is white with fear, but me, outside, safe for now, but not for long.
I race out of the bathroom, heart pounding. I can hear it now, heavy footsteps, panting, a drooling mouth, clicking teeth. I make it outside and I can hear nothing but the crickets and cicadas presenting a symphony in time to my frantically beating heart.
And then I see it.
It's out now, it left the mirror.
I can't fight it. I'm small, it's so very tall, and this isn't a fight I'm ever going to win.
I try to run back to the house, to escape, but I trip over a root and fall flat to the ground. Stupidly I take the time to check that nothing hurts.
And then I freeze.
It's standing above me now, I can hear it. Something's dripping onto my neck, and I am so afraid. A hand plunges into my back. I scream, once, so afraid of this thing. And then, in a burst of fear and pain, it all fades to nothing.
Xavier Brown was found dead outside of his home, at 9:45 pm, by a neighbor who heard screams and loud noises, like that of an animal. His heart had been ripped out of his body, and his eyes were missing. We suspect an animal attack, and warn people to stay inside after dark.
Note: There is a new man in town. His eyes don't seem to fit into his face proprely, and he seems startled when he hears his own heartbeat. But he's here now, and why would he ever have been anything but human?
I know the prompt said Short Story, but I got carried away, and had a lot of fun writing this. I hope you enjoyed this.
The last thing I saw was the clock flash 2:07 a.m. as she pushed her long, dirty nails through my chest, stifling my screams with her other hand. I woke up breathing hard, realizing it had just been a dream. I glanced at the clock; it was 2:06 a.m. Then, I heard my closet door slowly creek open…
I dropped the phone receiver and crumpled to the floor. "How could my little girl be gang raped to death while the teacher watched!?"
