Pablo Balderos
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Frostbite
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I saw the flame grow then it quickly dispersed. My heart beat went up a little more than usual, but I tried so hard to keep my head leveled and my composure steady. I gripped the straps on my book bag and kept walking to my car. The hushed forest, felt so loud late at night. Nonetheless, I was more than twenty minutes away, if I kept at a steady pace and didn’t stop. It was a magnitude of tiny twigs in the forest. It was so cold as well, I could feel frostbite in my fingertips even with my gloves on. I pulled out my phone and continuously kept pressing my finger to enter in my passcode. I almost locked my phone cause of the constant pressing. Once into my phone, I noticed an abundant amount of bars on my screen. For me being in the forest, it was quite a dumbfounded amount. I clicked onto the weather app and for some reason, I felt as if my phone was glitching. The app told me it was ninety-four degrees Fahrenheit. The temperature outside was awfully cold and it didn’t feel anywhere close to ninety-four. This was startling me, on top of the fact, that it’s really dark, but the time is only six pm. I just know, this may be my last time in this god forsaken forest for a couple of years. The vibe is more ominous and dire than usual. I got to my car that was parked in between some trees. I threw my backpack onto the ground and scavenged for my car keys. I kept coming across tiny trinkets and broken chargers, but I finally got them. I tried unlocking it, but for some reason, I had to press the unlock in a succession of four times. It was really odd in a matter of sight, but I chose to ignore these small instances and just get home to get some sleep. I could already hear my boss yelling at me, for failing to comply with the protocols from my previous incidents. I just want to go home and just get some rest, maybe think of a couple ways to lie out of this one. I put my key in the ignition and began driving. Something felt off about the drive, it kind of felt like I was seeing the same exact trees. I accelerated slowly at a gradual speed of around seventy miles per hour. As I looked up, I saw something below the corner of my eye, but ended up hitting something. I tried to brake and swerved into this fairly deep ditch. I got out the car and inspected the damage. The damage was major, busting out of my headlights and on top of that, my front axle got badly damaged. I ran almost a hundred feet, to look at what I hit. It was a deer laying straight on the ground. The deer looked dead on the impact, but I kept trying to feel for a pulse. The deer was awfully cold. Its body didn’t look collapsed at all, more so it was in a stiff fashion. If I can remember correctly, usually when an animals body is stiff, that indicates signs of rigor mortis. If I’m able to use context clues, that means the deer was already dead way before I hit it. That means, I just don’t pay attention when driving, or it’s not specifically what I think. I just know I needed to call a tow company. I pulled out my phone and thankfully I still sustained my service. As I was clicking through my phone, my bars started to drop for no reason as well. I got my book bag out my front seat and started walking. I needed to get service or get close to a cell tower, because the time was moving faster than usual and I also had to get home before I had work. I walked in the cold forest and could feel the night sky. The trees, lacked branches, I also didn’t hear any owls or crickets. The way the leaves crunched as I walked, made me feel as if I wasn’t alone with what was transpiring. I saw in the distant a faint cell tower, something about it seem kind of off, but at the same time, the wires and all seem perfectly intact. I got closer to it and the technology seemed so preserved and intact. The cell building underneath there tower, was covered in vines and insects, but yet it made absolutely no sense. I stood by the entrance and tried loading the app on my phone, but it seemed to be something interfering with my taps on the screen. When I tried to tap the settings application, my phone shut down for no reason. I was at fifty-one percent, so it brought in a lot of confusing questions, messing more and more with my anxiety. It was something about it, I started to speed walk through the forest, to go back to my car and get my charger, I just wanted this to be over with, as soon as possible. After walking for twenty minutes, I finally got back to my car, but it wasn’t there. I looked around and couldn’t find it anywhere. I thought to myself, maybe I’m to far or its close, but then I saw my front bumper in the muddy humid grass ditch. As I looked closer at the bumper, I felt some wack me against my skull from the back of my head. I knocked out and even with my body not moving, I could feel the pulsating bruise against my skull. I felt dirt and tiny flowers graze violently against my skull for a weird reason. I slowly opened my eyes and saw someone dragging me by my ankle through a part of the forest. My eyes shut again, then finally I opened them and I was conscious. I started screaming and angrily tried to kick away the pursuer. The person turned around and punched me in my right nostril. It gave me so much adrenaline and I punched him in his funny bone, trying to momentarily stop him from what he was doing. I felt his grip loosening up and I managed to slip out from him. I quickly got up and started running past the trees and the wildlife. The immediate incline of the ground made me so anxious. I tried so hard to climb away and could feel his hot awful breath behind me. I managed to fight the incline and started to run full speed then gradually slowed down as I lost breath. I saw in the distance, a two story building. I thought to myself, maybe I could find something fight away the person. I slowly jogged to the building and saw two gigantic metal doors with bolts placed evenly throughout the outer rims. I ran inside and saw an awkwardly placed lever, by the far right of the door. I ran to it and gripped the switch as hard as I could. The interior of the lever was rusty and I could feel the corrosion entirely. I didn’t want to do it to hard, to the point where it broke off. After over a minute, I finally was able to close it. I took a breather and started walking around. I saw a lot of pig bodies and chicken bodies, halfway mutilated and rotting as if its been a few months. I tried looking for the stairs and on top of the staircase, was just nothing but dripping feces and piss on the walls. Thankfully the smell was deteriorated but I could still smell the dead pigs and bulls in the downstairs holding station. I avoided touching the railing, but it just looked so disgusting, I was afraid I would loose my balance. There were so many rooms on the upper floor and almost every door was locked and they held no key holes, making it less beneficial. There was one room with the knob almost fully turnt, but at the same time it wouldn’t budge. I could hear banging from one of the sides of the building. I tried to use all my strength to open the door and could feel awful chills go through my lower back that wouldn’t go up farther. I kept twisting and ramming into the door, but I could hear the banging getting louder and louder from downstairs. I finally broke through and immediately closed and locked the door. I slowly backed up against the wall and fell down to the floor. The room I was in, was the most normal I’ve ever seen in this horror palace. I breathed in and out slowly then my heart rate dropped back to normal. I saw a light flickering and a normal light adjacent to it. I looked around and saw rusty chains with dangerous ends on every other chain. I got up and began walking, when I almost slipped on a piece of paper. It had some wrinkles but it didn’t come off as being unreadable. It was labeled, “Henry V. Bei Corporation”. Supposedly Henry Stevens had a lawyer named Christopher Buais, and Christopher cost them the case by not having some of the evidence not been fully reviewed before submission. I glanced over my shoulder and there was a brief case flipped upside down with multiple papers. Some of the papers short and others carrying his description. The case belonged to Christopher, but then I brought up the question, why would a lawyer be at a butcher shop? His given case has nothing to do with being at this shop, it was wildly confusing. It was a wild allegation, but what if the person is him? It just felt like the most logical idea, regardless of the proof not correlating. As I was thinking to myself, I heard the loud door clash open and could hear the killers heavy foot steps. I gathered the chains, but really wanted to see what else he had in the case. There was a photo of his family and him smiling for Thanksgiving pictures. There smiles were so contagious, to the point where its throwing me off how he could have mentally got here. I put the picture in my pocket and picked up the heavy rusted chains. I threw on my shoulder and wrapped it around my arms, so I wouldn’t draw any attention cause of the sound. I quietly opened the door and crouched ominously around the second floor looking for him. He was in a deep part, around the break-rooms and broken vending machines. I held the chain and was ready to kill this guy. I creeped slow, then suddenly swung with all my might at the top of his skull, knocking him out cold, but I felt he would wake up if I didn’t hurry and kill him. Realization occurs when I understood, even If I killed him, I would still be lost and hurt. I remembered seeing a metal pillar. I could drag him down there and chain him up till he woke up. I dragged him downstairs and tied him up in the most makeshift way possible. I removed his hoodie and saw a man with a beard, it looked so unkempt and there were so many acne scars, including a lot of missing teeth. As I awaited him to wake up, I went to close the door he bashed through. After about forty minutes, he eventually woke up and just stared at me.
By Pablo Balderos2 years ago in Horror
The Polisher
As I ran to school, I could feel the heat from the sun and my feet slapping on the tile pavement. I looked down and saw the odd dark spot ranging from different numbers on each panel. As I ran and felt gravity moving on my backpack, I noticed the shadows from a building. The architecture was quite upsetting. I looked through the window and saw an older gentleman with glasses. I developed the mentality, that if I’m late, then there’s no point to try to rush to school. I walked into the small furniture store. I heard the bell ring when I opened the door and saw him touching the tables placed around the store. I touched the leather and the texture felt so different compared to other stores I’ve seen. A nice old man turned around and smiled at me. I could see on his face that he was passionate about the store and just happy to be alive. I read his stature and could tell he was well calm and collected.
By Pablo Balderos3 years ago in Horror