Clayton Torres
Stories (2/0)
It was an Accident or Was it
I didn’t mean to kill her. It just happened so fast. I was just trying to help but I just made it worse. She was being so bossy and I just wanted her to stop. I started to yell at her but she didn’t care. She said, “She was older and I couldn’t tell her what to do.” Madness went over me, so I pushed her. I didn’t mean to push her hard, I just wanted her to stop and to be quiet for once. But a few minutes later I realized that she wasn’t breathing. I started screaming for help but my parents weren’t home. No one would hear me, we were out in the woods playing. What was I supposed to do? I killed her, I killed my sister.
By Clayton Torres3 years ago in Horror
The Hunted Highway
I was walking for hours and hours just trying to find the trail I was recently on. It was getting dark and the clouds were rolling in making it darker than before. I was all alone in a dense dark forest, not knowing where I was. Until a highway. I did not know why there was a highway in the middle of nowhere. But it was there and I needed a ride to find my way home. It had already started to rain and it was so cold. I didn’t bring an umbrella with me, it looked really nice that morning. I wish I did though because I'm soaking wet. I see a car on the road maybe 800 ft away from me so I put up my hand to wave it down. It stopped for me. An old man with a beard said, “Do you need a ride?”. I said yes please and got in. It was warm in the car, way better than outside. He started to talk to me but I couldn’t quite hear him. I was just too focused on that object in the ride, it was like someone or something was coming over me. Then the man saw me staring at it and started yelling for me to put on my seat belt. Then he started to drive and ran over the object. After he did, I could hear him again. He tried to explain what it was and why he had to do that. But, then again I couldn’t quite hear him. I was just staring at the figure moving, shaping into different things. It looked like it was hurt and injured but when it saw me looking at it, it got up and started for the car. That made me freak out, so I started yelling at the driver to drive but the figure had already got to the car. It looked like a man at the window, I knew it wasn’t. I tried to tell the driver not to open the window and to lock the doors but the man didn’t listen. It was like he couldn’t hear me or something. The man with the beard just opened the window and the figure took its cranny, long, killer fingers and raped it around the man’s neck. I didn’t see what happened after that because I closed my eyes in terror. What is he going to do to me? Is he going to kill me too? Yup, he saw me in the back. He took his hand and drugged the man with the beard out of the car. The man’s neck was all bloody, he was lifeless laying on the road. It was like the figure had gotten stronger from killing him. He had ripped out the driver's seat and threw it so hard it went BANG! He was coming after me! I couldn’t move, I felt paralyzed. That thing was killing me slowly. The only thing I could see now is its bloody red, razor-sharp fangs. I couldn’t breathe, it had my neck, choking me. It’s fingernails digging into my juggler. Then it all went black.
By Clayton Torres3 years ago in Horror