Its rude to stare

The hairs at the back of my neck stood. Immediatly i turned, having felt someone present nearby. But all i could see was darkness. The flashlight of my phone did not help lighten the empty garage. The place too big for the light to reach its darkest corners.


My eyes glanced around anyway hoping to see or perhaps not see something. A cool wind swept over me and a shiver ran up my spine. Slowly taking a step back, and holding my breath in hopes whatever may or may not be out there could not hear me, i waved my phone slightly from left to right.


I could feel a set of eyes on me and a tingling sensation from my back so i quickly turned the other way letting out a quiet gasp. There wasn't anything. But i could feel it.


That was terrifying.


It was nauseating. Like worms crawling all over, inside my organs. My hands and legs starting shaking slightly, desperation and anxiety filling my mind and thoughts.


"Who's there?!"


Yelling just to hear my voice echoing through the empty space did not ease my weariness at all. There was something. There was someone, i just know it! Why couldn't it just show itself?!


"Just come out, i know youre there!!" My hands started shaking so much i dropped my phone.


Somehow the stupid thing fell and the flashlight turned off.


"Shit, shit shit!!" I whispered, shakingly falling to the ground and feeling the ground for the device.


I hear a chuckle echo quietly and i freeze. My heart beating in my ears, goosbumps all over my arms, holding my breathe.


I could hear the sound of dirt being crushed under some sort of heavy shoe as they got closer.


It knows where i am.


It knows where i was...


It saw me.


It had been watching me!!


I wanted... i wanted so bad for my legs to lift me and carry me out of this wretched place, but i couldn't move. I was frozen in place in terror.


Like it happened every time. I was terrified to the point of being unable to move. I shut my eyes and tears fell down my cheeks.


My hands shook where i was crouched on the floor.


The cursed things. How was it that they were able to move but i couldn't bring my muscles to obey me and RUN!


I felt a presence at my back and the hairs at my neck stood up, goosebumps breaking against my skin as there was a whisper like the cool winds of a deathly winter in my ear.


"Better luck next time."


My cry echoed across the empty space as the knife broke flesh at my back.


This time it didnt take as long, the fear i had probably helping to achieve a faster death along with the heavy bleeding.


When i opened my eyes once again, i was inside the mall- as the last lights turned off, the place locked up for the night. Some sort if *being*... wishing to torment me and kill me in the most gruesome and terrible ways as i tried to escape this place in repetition for a hellish eternity.

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