Horror Collection

It was a beautiful day outside. All the leaves falling from the trees and sun shining heating your skin ever so slightly, making you feel just a little more comfortable out in the open with total strangers, it was a nice thought really. I was in University going over some work, which wasn't very important if I was being totally honest. I was just about to leave the library while packing away the rest of my things. When one of those irritating unknown numbers came up on my phone. I felt like I should answer it for some odd reason, which I did.

Picking up the call placing my phone under my ear, holding it with my right hand packing away with my left I quickly asked "Hello?" there was slight hesitated breathing on the other ended, then a response "Hello? Em where are you?" then I realised that it was Catrina and I laughed " Ha ha Catrina what's up? sorry I never knew it was you... due to the caller ID being 'Unknown' " the was a slight fake laugh from Catrina's end of the call then a high pitched annoyed voice " OMG why is this phone so damn stupid... Urghh anyway please can you hurry up and get to this house its been abandoned for like 5 years and they now fixed it up or something but you FORGOT ABOUT ME... Yet again so can you move and get here, its cursed supposedly remember? " I moved the phone away from my ear.

When Catrina was shouting and making her voice all mouse-like and high pitched because it was breaking my ear drums. I sighed and face palmed realising that it was the house check today "Shit! I'm sorry Catrina I'll be there in about 45 minutes to an hour if that's fine? but please don't hate me" Catrina sighed and sounded like she was talking to herself or just raging at herself instead me "Fine, I'll wait but you owe me a coffee and pizza okay?" smiling from her agreement, I laughed " Hmm okay but I'll leave the now okay, see you soon bye Catrina" hearing her singing I was about to hang up " Oh sorry bye see you soon" putting the phone in my pocket I put away the rest of my things.

Making my way onto the platform for the train to the big a.s.s mansion I felt my phone vibrate. Taking my phone out my pocket picking up without looking at the name I placed it to my ear " Hey Emily how are you girl?" I heard a kinda familiar voice walking up the platform before answering "Hey Ash, I'm alright I'm going to the old Willow Falls mansion today for the house check" there was now some strange scared feeling filling that atmosphere I could tell from the heavy breathing from the other end of the call "You're not actually gonna go there right? It was said to be cursed you know?" taking in deep breaths I just tried to shake off the feeling of uneasiness, it made me feel super tense "Yes I am gonna go there and I know it's supposedly cursed but it's just rubbish... Anyways I got to go trains here talk you soon bye?" hanging up the phone I pondered if the curse was real.

Getting to the house eventually looking at it after so many weeks was quite soul shaking. I embraced the chills that ran down my spine with open arms then put on a fake smile. I could feel the sadness radiating from me giving me goosebumps. Taking a step into the house it looked spotless and still creepy but more overwhelming in a bad way, looking around I noticed I couldn't see Catrina. I took a breath of uneasiness "Catrina!?... hello? You here?" getting nothing in response I felt even more uncomfortable, being alone in someone's old home that's also meant to be Cursed was a little unsettling, to say the least.

Taking out my phone I tried calling her but all I got was "Sorry the number you are calling is not in service" I was so confused, we literally talked around an hour ago and she was in the range of perfect signal or service. I tried again and got the exact same thing "Sorry the number you are calling is not in service" I was about to call again when i saw something at the top of the stairs "Catrina? is that you? Come stop joking around.. I'm freaked out" I got nothing In reply making me scared I leaned forward and took a few steps towards the staircase.

I once again, called out for Catrina trying to get a response "Come on! I'll leave you here if to you don't come out" Obviously that was a lie, I wasn't leaving her here in this scary mansion. I'm not that stupid. I took out my phone and called her getting through "Hello?, Did you leave the house?" there was no response. Hearing some strange noises I was now at my limit of uncomfortableness "Where are you?" hearing hesitated breathing for a moment. Suddenly there was a blank tone of voice "Bas.e.m.e.nt.... in..... the.... house" I felt ultra shivers down my spine, hearing the phone call end. I put away my phone, that's all the way over at the other end of the house. i

It's a wine cellar/bas.e.m.e.nt and it gave me the creeps. When I checked it out during the time it was being fixed up. "Let's go, sure it will be horrible" setting off on my journey through the house of creeps, I was on the second floor taking a shortcut to the second part of the house. I saw the old bedroom that was basically not even used. I walked in seeing it empty. It looked the same after all these years, not even changed in the slightest. It made you realise time will go on but places can stay the same. I was still uncomfortable feeling like I was being watched by millions, I then noticed a piece of parchment paper. I picked it up before opening it I felt very disturbed. I heard a weird noise dropping the paper I laughed, freaked out kneeling down I opened the Note "Whaaat? Thee!!" staring at the note I saw a bloody handprint and messy writing reading ' I' m waiting for you, Emily' as my whole being screamed at me to leave, I was feeling sick from the fear pulsing throughout my body.

I was shaking and having uncontrollable breathing. Standing up running away from that room, making it to the stairs finally as my mind was going to dark places. I slipped on the stupid fancy rug. Bashing my head, rolling down the stairs seeing a dark shadow figure of a man I felt something grab my hair seeing that ungodly face.

I looked away from him seeing Catrina, I cried feeling a cold metal touch my stomach. Before I could hurt him I felt the pain rush through my body. My eyes heavier every second I finally closed them and the last thing I saw, was my best friend's lifeless body. As I slowly started to see black. As I woke, I was blinded for a minute or two from the massive light above me. As I sat up I could feel pain pulsing throughout my body, it was like my wounds were screaming at me for attention. Or well wanting me to recognise them. I finally sat up fully, letting the pain be my right hand for now. Feeling the cold concrete under my under my t.h.i.g.hs and calfs. I felt a bit of relaxation but only for a sheer moment. Looking at the dull empty grey room, I sighed for pain relief due to that being my biggest concern.

Biting my top as he looked at my stomach, the very horribly stitched up gash was still bleeding as I cried with the sight of my body moving to the side as I bit down on my lip harshly " MMMM ARGHHHH" as I screamed from the stitches ripping making my skin tear, looking at the blood run off my side onto the slightly warmer concrete slab. I moved off it slowly as I fell to the floor my weak legs gave out on me, hitting the ground from the pain I bit my lip while I pushed myself off the floor as my legs tingled from the numbness wearing away like after you go to the dentist. You're face slightly tingles as the feeling comes back.

Eventually, I made it to the door of the room pulling at the handle as if I was about to be killed. The handle came off " F.U.C.K F.U.C.K...URGHH STUPID F.U.C.K.I.N.G DOOR..." I shouted as I became furious and scared shouting was a bad idea. Hearing footsteps coming closer and closer to me. The fear was breathtaking, as my body moved its self. I backed away to the furthest wall and crouched down m.o.a.ning at the pain, crying as I was probably about to die.

Looking at the door slowly open, my heart dropped his body was covered by lots of black clothing but surprisingly the male had a white mask on, the mask was just plain white and there were very small slits I assumed he was just staring deep into my soul with his disgusting mind, most likely laughing at me. I looked at his mask more than anything else, as he slowly walked over to the high concrete table I was resting on he leaned on it. Putting his hand on either side of cheeks, obviously over the mask. He was so quiet. Not even his breathing could be heard, as for mine. It was so loud it almost completely filled the room. We just looked at each other for what I thought would be an eternity.

But then he tilted his head at me as I was not going to aggravate him, the slightest bit. I kept quiet, just waiting for him to talk or to just remotely speak to me. Any way possible, so I could know why he had killed Catrina but justify. Why he hadn't just killed me, that would be easier. Right? killing me off and then just making it like he had never stepped foot on this property. But he didn't, he hasn't killed me. Like he did to my Catrina.

The tension had reached it peak, as he walked over to me so slowly. My body trembled as I started to become even more terrified, I clenched my eyes shut. Still not even hearing him breathing, was to say the least unsettling. As I slowly opened my eyes, with his head turning to the left this time. I cried a river, while for a slit moment I felt a bit of happiness. Seeing his hand slowly come up to my face, preparing myself for the impact of his hand. Against my snow white skin, I quivered. But then, there was a soft warm feeling on my cheek as my eyes opened. I sighed in relief, his smooth slender fingers Rrn down my wet cheek, feeling a slight smile form on my face. I heard a slight laugh from the monstrous man.

As if he was as equally surprised at the smile, as I was. His breathing was hearable now. It was slightly fast, like he was excited from something. My smile?, Touching my wet colourless cheek?. I questioned the fast breathing but also his laugh. I didn't really know he to get into the mindset, of a psychopath. As his fingers were running down my cheek, I could feel the softness but also his inhuman filth radiate into my skin. My heart was no longer, as I could only feel so much fear at once.

He tiled his hand and my body was now shaking more. As I blinked and there was a massive plus of pain, then nothing. As i awoke once more, with no hearing in my right ear. I keep my eyes closed as i was to afraid, incase the devilish man was just staring at me. As he turned his head now and then. I think I'll pass at that for now, as my head was pounding. Feeling like I just wanted to die or get out of this stupid f.u.c.k.i.n.g place, I noticed I was in another room and could feel something on my ankles. I slowly opened my eyes, with the terror slowly consuming my mind. Taking the tiny bit of courage I had left as I looked at my feet, seeing tight restrains around them. I cried, feeling the fear now throughout my whole being.

I sighed, laying my head back. I opened my eyes seeing the white masked as I sat up, like my body moved at hyper speed. I screamed as I covered my eyes with my hands, shaking and sweating profusely. I felt his hand run up my back, contemplating what he might do to me, the worst things came to mind. ****, Death, Being beaten. As I continued to cry my heart out, feeling his hand move up to my hair. I clenched my teeth together, as I prepared myself for everything.

The anticipation was making my stress and fear levels, worst. I kept my eyes closed, feeling his fingers grip onto my hair. He pulled me back slowly, there was a very soft but calm unfamiliar voice " look at me". Those words came from under his white mask. I slowly opened my eyes, just so he wouldn't hurt me again. There was again the same soft and calm tone " There, how easy was that?" I contemplated in my head, that was filled with haunting thoughts. If he asked me a question or not, I slowly but surly replied with, " I-it... W...as.....ea..sy...." stuttering uncontrollably as my fear was, way past its limit.

Looking at his white mask as he turned his head to the side and looked at me, I trembled as his grip tightened. His disgusting, filthy and murderous hands were on my body, it made me feel physically ill. As I felt like I was going to be sick, I leaned forward. Vomiting on his black shirt. Hearing him take deep breaths, as I aggravated him or mostly. Infuriated him, I coughed as my eyes watered feeling his grip tightened on my hair more I w.h.i.n.ed as it hurt " Ah....ow... Ow.... You're hurting me....." I w.h.i.n.ed as the pressure was starting to hurt my head more. Without realizing, my face was bashed against the concrete table as I cried and felt the dizziness creep up on me. Slowly but surly making my vision blurry. M.o.a.ning from the pain and seeing the man pull off his shirt, his whole back was covered in what I assumed was scars. I saw his mask go up to his face as I couldn't here anything, due the disorientation taking over. As well as my right ear being damaged from whatever happened, before I got restrained to this table.

After awhile of falling in and out of consciousness, I finally was awake but there was no pain. I looked at my stomach, then say the perfect stitching on my wound. There was a mirror now in the room and fresh clothes. I saw the restraints were gone, which made me feel a little more comfortable in my own body, as I stood up slowly. Getting back my balance, I walked over to the mirror but stayed out of view of myself. I was terrified to see what I looked like, from all the injuries I had taken over the last few hours or even days. I had no idea what time it could be, I was so unsure of my surroundings as well. That made me extremely disturbed.

I quickly walked in front of the mirror, looking at my face. Tears formed, I had several cuts on my face but also. Bruises forming which was very noticeable.

I pulled up my shirt, seeing the stitched up wound but also the other marks I had. At this point I had tears streaming down my face, from how vile I looked. My face looked vulgar but my body was to say the least, a nauseating sight. I slowly pulled off all my clothes, except my bra and u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r. Those articles of clothing, were not in the bundle I was given. Putting on the long grey shirt, that drowned me. And then a part of men's black shorts, the were an XS. I kinda had to tie the little laces, that were on the shorts. Just so I could fit into to them perfectly.

I walked over to the door as I pulled down the handle " It opened!... IT'S OPEN..... I CAN GET OUT.... I'M NOT STUCK IN THIS ROOM" I said feeling a bit of hope. As I walked out of the room and ran left, down the dimly lit. Cold and Narrow hall way, having a sheer feeling of hope. I saw stairs. My body was like filled with adrenaline, as I ran faster than I ever have before. Pushing the door at the top of the stairs, open.

I dropped to my knees, seeing the man in the white mask on a long black, leather couch. Leaning against the right corner, with his left arm along the back. He moved his head up a little, breaking the gaze to his book. Up to me, I had a sorrowful. Deeply pained look on my face, as his happy and soft tone filled my head " Oh, how wonderful. You have found you're way to my little study, I thought you would of took the right hallway. That was the way out or well close enough to it, but you came here. Silly little one aha.... Aren't you?" he asked as he put down his book and patted the space next to him.

Listening to his words, I could just feel all hope. [I]Evaporate. My mind was falling apart, piece by piece. Little by little, I was losing all the sanity I had left. Standing up slowly taking steps towards the couch, I sat down were he had patted. As I stared at t.h.i.g.hs, that were covered by the oversized shirt. I felt his arm go around me, I just let it happen. As I knew, he would probably. smash my face off,of the coffee table, in front of us.

I heard his happy, soft voice soften ever more as he talked to me " You aren't in the wrong for being sick on me, you had blood all over you and that was not pleasant. But also you had been smashed about a lot, that must have made you feel. Terrible." he paused as I felt his had cheek press against my shoulder, I jumped a little as I heard him laugh once again. His hot skin was slightly comforting but there was a deep sick feeling, over powering the slight comfortably. I had tears dropping onto my grey shirt, as I knew this was all to good to be true. The calm and cozy setting, his nice tone as he told me it wasn't my fault but also saying it was basically okay. To be sick on him, I wasn't buying it.

I just let him lean on me, as I said ' his hot skin was slightly comforting' although my mind was making me feel like, he could actually be being nice to me. Because he wasn't wanting to be, violent. I laughed at myself mentally, of course. Due to me thinking that he was actually a nice guy, how stupid can I get. It was obvious that I was slowly losing my marbles.

After awhile of the man who had beaten me, broke me and tried to kill me. Laid his head on my shoulder, I finally asked him a ballsy question. The words slowly left my chapped lips " Why.... Did you..... Kill Catrina?" a tear left my eye as I whipped it away. As his hot cheek left my skin, as I looked at the white mask. I heard him sigh, as pulled off his mask. Seeing his messy but surprising neat, hair cover hair forehead. With his crystal grey eyes looked at my hazelnut one. He was surprisingly pretty looking as he had a health looking face with light pink lips as his nose was just right for his face.

I stared at him for a few minutes as he then laughed " You have been staring for a considerable amount of time, do you like what you see?" his soft but overly confident tone wasn't as loud now, I contemplated answering his question " actually..... You do look lovely.....you hurt me for no reason, yet I still give you a compliment. Aha.... You are probably gonna kill me, so better stay what's on my mind" I said as tears ran down my face while I looked at his calm expression, seeing him smile. Made my whole body scream at me to get out. As i felt his eyes scan my whole body, probably mind f.u.c.k.i.n.g me as he looked over me with disturbing d.e.s.i.r.es. His tone was now calm and soft " I though you were gonna say I was disgusting looking, but you fascinate me. You call me lovely and then say what you think, due to he fact you think I'm going to to kill you....i am not going to say I won't kill you, but I won't saw that I am..... But to answer the question, you asked me about that girl you were coming here to see. " he said slowly as he knew my eat was quite frankly, f.u.c.k.e.d but also he had smashed me about and made me unconscious like 6 times or something. I can't really remember stuff, well. As he smiled at me, a slight smile appeared on my face. As I was basically thinking about how these could be my last moments,i decided to enjoy them.

As i laid back In the couch, my head leaning against his arm that was along the back it the couch. He smiled at me then took a deep breath " Hmm.... You seem comfortable now, but we can talk about that soon. I have been in this house for 5 years, then you guys came and cleaned it.... I don't mind that at all. Then a few weeks ago you did a cheek up, I had to hide in that little room... I left the note for you ahha. I liked the note thing, it was cute in my eyes. But you guys left and well two 36 hours ago, you're friend came in and was so noisy but annoying. She kept rambling about how you were taking so long..... But she called you a bitch and I was so tired of her shouting, so I grabbed her and then strangled her. Until she was no longer living..... I took her phone and when you called I put on a sinister tone just so you would have hope,it was adorable how you got so excited. I made me interested in you, now I have a beautiful women I'm front of me.... Who has my marks all over her body. What is now to love, do you think you're going to be alive for any longer than, 24 hours? " he asked as I was crying again. Way more than before, I was questioning everything.

Why did Catrina call me a bitch?, why was she so mad at me?. When she told me that it was fine, she sounded happy but the she calls me that. Although she called me a name, she doesn't deserve to die. I looked at him, with a sad face. As I just laughed as I sat up, I replied to his question as I looked at the door " Actually, I think I will" I said quickly as I ran to the door and opened it, running down the stairs I ran as fast as I could going straight down the hall and turning. I saw the room I was in, then ran past it. Hearing his footsteps getting closer. I lifted my feet as fast as physically possible, seeing more stairs I ran up them and then slid hitting my face I pulled myself together. Slowly getting up the stairs as I felt him pull my arm, I pushed him with as much force as I could. Seeing him fall backwards down the stairs I pushed the door open.

Running into a familiar place, I realized it was the bas.e.m.e.nt. Seeing the staircase, I walked up it slowly. Feeling the relief of getting out of this messed up place, as I walked into the large open room I walked along the hall slowly as I felt the stress, dissipate. I smiled ad I saw the front door, waling outside I fell to my knees. Breathing in the air as I could feel my sanity come back to me.

As i took in a deep breath there was a slight burning sensation as I heard a gun shot, I looked down at my c.h.e.s.t. Seeing the blood on the grey top as I slowly saw darkness. I smiled " I didn't make it" I said with tears running down my face, as I fell forward. Feeling my head hit the ground, I saw nothingness.