Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

    I stop and consider my options. I contemplate where I am and understand that if I go up the stairs to look I have an escape. 
    I start to slowly march up the stairs to see what exactly made the noise. As my head peeks around the stairwell I am shocked to the core as if struck by lightning. I know what the thud was now. A man, very old, hangs from a rope by the skin of his neck, his head has fallen to the floor, that is what made the thud.
    I peer around the room, hoping to find life amongst this death. That is when I see a mirror. In that mirror is me, my mouth and hands covered in dried blood.At first I don't even recognize myself. It takes a moment before reality registers. When it does I am horified. 
    My hair is matted and I look like a wild animal, even in my little nightgown. I see something glint behind me and I turn around. Hanging from an old coat-rack is my night-time eye mask.