Horror+2011

It Bruce His eyes slowly opened. The fan above him spun around and around brushing his hot face with cool air. Bruce felt tired and fatigued, he didn’t remember when he got home. His bathroom light was on across the hall from his room. Bruce always tried to conserve electricity he must have been very tired. He got up and out of bed. His black boxer-briefs felt crusty and slightly wet, his peered down. The white waistband had scratch marks and dirt on them. Strange, he thought to himself. He put on a pair of white cargo shorts and a blue muscle shirt. He made his way from his closet to his bed so he could make it. As soon as he raised his sheets he jumped; blood, almost in puddle forms. As he examined the puddles he realized that they were in the shape of hands. This worried him greatly, was someone in his house? Bruce bent over and grabbed the baseball bat from under his bed. It...as well was covered in blood. Bruce was for the first time in his life, actually scared. He checked himself for blood....Nothing at all, anywhere. He opened his blinds to see if someone was outside watching him. He forgot about what he was thinking about as soon as the blinds were drawn. There were face marks all over the glass. Bruce clenched his fists so hard it hurt. Was he hallucinating? Was this a dream? He decided to splash water on his face thats all that he needed to be able to get back to reality. If .. this was a dream Bruce gave himself props for having a Stephen King way of thinking. Only feet left before the bathroom. He already had a suspicion of the awful sight he might find. He prepared himself for the worst. It turns out he wasn’t prepared enough. His sink and counter tops were covered in dry blood and words were written on the mirror...also in blood. Bruce was shaking. “Who the hell is in my house!!!!!!!!!!!!” He yelled.

Bruce had to clear his head so far this seemed to be reality... he grabbed his wallet and continued out of the house. There he was sitting in Starbucks Luke-warm coffee in his shaking hands. He stared at the front page of the news paper the man beside him was reading. The Killings Are Back ….this is a sure sign of caution. Bruce had no idea what time it was now he had sat at Starbucks all day having drink after drink and sleeping on and off.

Bruce opened his eyes again.. it was dark he was still at the coffee shop. Something was different: there wasn’t any noises from machines and there was no chatter...just silence....dead silence. There was a dank smell in the air. He looked around an expression of horror filled his face as he saw that everyone in Starbucks had been slain...brutally. The man beside him had red hand marks on his neck and his face was blue... his eyes lifeless and grey. The cashier was slumped over the register with a large crack in front of her head.There were atleast five more bodies all soaked in their pool of blood and other un-identify-able liquids. Bruce sat there his jaw ajar, tears started to gush out of his eyes.