Category : Adult

Sub Category : Horror

Her First Homocide

    Alma gazed  at her surroundings to see if the cost was clear. Ding! Her phone made her gasp in shock when she zoned out from it. The text was from Dustin again. 

   "I just gotta a call from Tyler sayin he flipped out and smashed the mirror. He said his reflection wasn't his own but a deceased woman. It mocked his own actions even when he smashed the mirror. I don't know what's going on but when we left, Sahia followed us. Giving us nightmares in our tracks." Alma's throat dried up after reading the text. She longs not to remembered what happened in Sahia's vacent home. 

   "Did she kill anyone yet?" Alma sent with her heart about to lodge right into her throat. 

      "Nothing that I've heard of." Dustin replies back. Alma sighed in relief. 

   Alma jumps when the lights flickered back on unexpectedly. Alma looked towards the light switch in her tidy and blue bedroom to find nobody there. 

     "At least nobody was killed." Alma said whilst gasping then gulped. We're fine after all.

    Click! Clack! Zack opened a can of Mountain Dew while watching TV on the couch. Trashed and vile symbolizes Zack's uncle's trailer. Plastic bags, beer cans, and soda cans blanket the floor. Family Guy was blaring throughout the trailer. Multiple times that the cops were called amongst Zack and his uncle. Too loud and too chaotic for this peaceful neighborhood. 

    "This show never gets old." Zack applaud while sipping his Mountain Dew. The screen slowly starting to show static. 

   "When I say good shit, bad shit happens." Zack walks to adjust the satellite on the T.V. "Uncle, your old timer is a bitch." Zack mumbles. 

   He adjusted the antenna to get a perfect signal. Little did he notice, the T.V turned off. He then looked down to see the void of the screen in pure silence. 

   "What the hell?" Zack raises the brow in confusion. The lights started flickering. Out of the corner of his eye, a dark shadow of a woman was looking at him. Some woman he never imparted before. 

     "Bitch, get away!" He turned towards the woman that was obviously there and now gone. Zack's confusion turned into boiling heat. 

    "Get the hell out of here!" Zack snaps. "You think this a game. This is not your damn house! This is my uncle's house!" 

    He throw his left fist up in the air. Then he felt hands that were dead cold as the reaper grabbing his wrist. He looked at the hand to see it was pale and covered with blood. Zack turned around to find the same woman earlier now locked in contact with his eyes.

    "You dullard jerk!" He shouted. "How did you get in here?! My uncle is not a hook-up person, so step outside prosti..."

   She placed a dead cold hand right upon his mouth to silence his rage. Her eyes went dark. Darker than brown. Her iris went black. 

    "Anything else you got to enrage?" The girl asked before removing her hand from on top of his mouth. Her voice was chilling and raspy. 

    "I hope I find you long gone by the time my uncle gets home." Zack growls. 

       "As you wish..." The girl hissed before she vanished into thin air. Zack eyes widen. Was that a spirit? Was that a hallucination or his mind was pulling his leg? Was that Sahia who startled me? 

       He turned around in question. A loud scream from right behind made him plunged to the floor. Paralyzed in fear and unable to move. The windows of the living room shattered. He felt someone grabbed his leg and dragged him towards the bathroom. Zack screamed in fear. What? I never screamed like this since I was two. I had never seen something grim like this. What lures in Zack's mind.

     Zack gets back up trembling and the bathroom door slammed shut behind him. His eyes were oozing blood from the obnoxious scream. He turned around starting to turn the knob to find it was locked. How can the door be locked if there's no lock?  Zack thought. His immediate response was pounding on the door. 

   "Let me out! Let me out! Please!" Zack cried for mercy whilst banging on the door. 

    An invisible source punched Zack right in the face causing him to stumble back giving him a bloody nose. Then the force throw him across the bathroom landing into the bathtub. He let out a cry of fear. The impact paralyzed his body for a second. He was gasping. 

    Frigid invisble hands grasped around Zack's neck to strangle him. Zack couldn't breath and his body levitated among the shower wall. He gagged and his screams were silenced by the force. Please! Let me go! Release my neck! He cried in his thoughts. No relief. His lungs cried for a grasp of air. The invisible grip restrained his air supply for good. 

      His eyes started to roll back into his head and his sight fading darker and darker into the abyss. His memories since birth pursue. All his family, childhood friends, seeing his parents getting arrested for drugs, and care under his crazy uncle flashed in his eyes. Now, in high school amongst his friends, Dustin, Ashley, Tyler, Colleen, and acquainted with Alma laughing among the school's cafe table. The memory of them seeking for trouble of playing hide and seek in Sahia's place. He can feel his heart pounding at a rythum. Zack foresight his own graduation amongst his companions and going to an university and becoming a football star. And now, shattered like a mirror. He trembled a smile and a last emotional tear escaped from his eyes. 

     His body grew numb and weak. The force lessen its grip. Zack's jelly body timbered and side of his head impaled onto the faucet in the bathtub. He didn't feel the pain. He let out one final gasp before his eyes glaze froze. The gash from being impaled by the faucet ooze blood down and pooled around the bathtub's drain. Zack's final expressions was a weak smile. His final tear flow down sideways from his eyes and splashing onto his own blood in the bathtub. All he can see was a faze haze of white light. Then a shadow of an arm and hand closed his eye lids making his world fade into eternal darkness.