Girl in red - short story
2020-12-07 @ 14:18:44
I am sitting in a long abandoned wooden hut, forgotten by God and people. Hoping to leave something behind before she gets me. It's four twenty-five in the morning. There is nothing I can do anymore. I pronounced my own sentence. I will die today. A few hours ago, paralyzed by fear, I counted on the fact that maybe I was wrong and the story would end happily, and I would end up in a psychiatric ward, overwhelmed by psychotropics, in order to offer me recovery and convenient care during my stay.
There is no soul around who could help me if I ran out of the cottage and screamed at the top of my throat like a madman. You're probably trying to understand what's going on. Well, about ten hours ago, there was a larger group of people who had an appointment, like every year, to celebrate together on Halloween. In a non-standard way, because neither of us was a birth certificate anymore. On the mind and… well, don't judge me. Everyone is closer to thirty than further.
Together with my fiancée, her brother and his fiancée, we went to a city thirty kilometers away from this covered hole in which I now live. We wanted to have fun on this truly autumn and climatic day, solving logical puzzles in one of the popular escape rooms, which, ironically ... the action was to take place in a forester's hut. Tear apart is the key word in this case.
The goal of our trip was to be a glass building in the People's Republic of Poland with large and characteristic antennas on its roof. In the dark, we dragged ourselves with a metallic mega-shell in the color of “rotten broccoli”, christened by an earlier user as Renia. The rest had already been resurrected several times, so there was a fear that the car would die somewhere on the road and would have to be pushed. Apart from the darkness after 5 p.m., the temperature was not warmer either. The driver insisted that he had no intention of hitting himself with the train, because that was not why he had… ah… that “ugly soap dish” he called a car. So the road was spent talking, listening to music played from a branded telephone coming from a connected bluetooth speaker, as well as praying that this row would take us all safely to our place. Although you didn't have to rely on GPS as the road was known. At least to the ring road and the city. For some reason, the owner of the car decided to take the road close to the forest, as our destination was somewhere on its edge. As he later explained, he wanted to avoid traffic jams in this already crowded city at this time. The landmark was the proximity to a popular cinema in the area, as well as a chain of stores with the most recognizable insect in the logo.
As if out of spite, the vehicle began to slow down and the engine made the characteristic "choking" sounds. The conversations and the pleasant metal music for the music lover died down, and the driver only gasped out as if pleading: "fuck, Renia, don't do this to me!" The situation did not look good because outside there was a bitter frost that lashed the face with small, invisible needles. We were in the dark ass because we had a delay at the start. Self-bound, the alpha male got out of the car to make sure what might have happened. And whether it will be necessary to call a tow truck, and by the way, nothing would come out of our Halloween celebration.
Suddenly, a figure dressed in Captain Jack Sparrow's outfit appeared from behind the bushes, looking as if something or someone was chasing him. Illuminated by the dim lights of the lanterns, he reached the man embarrassed by the vehicle and began tugging at his sleeve, shouting:
Please sir! Please sir! Help me, please! Some crazy woman in a red cape is chasing me and trying to kill me!
Get off, can't you see he's trying to fire that shit ?! I don't have time for stupid games! He didn't even look at him as he said that. I got out of the car to find out what the situation was. Then, in an area shrouded in darkness, I saw the slim figure of a woman. She was not tall, maybe one hundred and seventy centimeters tall. His face was half covered with the hood of a red cloak. She was inadequately dressed for this time of year. Even if it was a costume for that special day. She had black ankle boots, snow-white thigh-length socks, and a skimpy mini skirt in some bright, uniform color. The whole image was complemented by a tight, blue t-shirt that embraces its considerable advantages. Under the voluminous hood only the luscious red lips and brown hair fringing her shoulders were visible. She looked more like a porn character than a bogeyman. However, there was something disturbing about her. She held a knife-shaped blade in one hand and a basket dripping dark liquid in the other. Whatever it was, I didn't want to find out.
Without thinking, I opened the car door and shouted to the girls to fuck off. Without asking, they took their things in a panic and began to rush as fast as they could. Of course, in this situation, the most important were women's handbags with their contents, as well as phones. Why not? Anyway, which woman nowadays, even for a moment, part with her phone or purse? After all, even in times of potential danger, temporal goods are more important.
The condition of any of them was of little importance at the moment. Our disguise did the same. At the beginning of our escape, we had no intention of separating. Stubborn as a donkey, a driver, he did not think to run away until he noticed her out of the corner of his eye. It was only because the woman let out a single screech or roar like a ravenous beast. Before he could react in any way, the figure reached his back in an unnaturally fast pace and with an efficient movement of the blade cut the carotid arteries. The man collapsed like a rag doll. First on your knees, then run over the hood of the car with your face. The woman in the hood did not stop the show. To be sure, she stabbed him several times in the back with a knife. She turned the body to face her, tearing her shirt open and opening her chest casually. She pulled out her insides and stuffed individual bites into her mouth. The man's fiancée almost fainted at the sight. The captain and me took her by the arms like the Gestapo to keep her from falling. We had to act quickly. Having a moment to escape the distraction from this mysterious figure.
We were running through a dense forest, and every now and then I ran into a tree or a bush. A few meters behind me, my fiancée was in sight, but not the others. She stumbled and fell. Not thinking much, I turned towards her to see if she was okay. Apart from the situation in which we found ourselves, of course. She tried to get up but couldn't. She sprained her ankle over a protruding tree root. She looked at me pleadingly and asking me to save myself. The moment I helped me try to get up, we again heard a scream and a howling sound. My fiancée's last words sounded like a command that was impossible to object to. Though she had never ordered me before. She only said: Save yourself while you can. It's too late for me. " My eyes glazed a little, but I knew I had to leave her there. In the dark, I was looking for any kind of hiding place. I had a phone with me, but the lack of coverage in this crap made me realize that this could be the end.
I found a wooden hut hidden deep in the woods with a doghouse in front of it and an empty bowl. The lights were not on, but I decided to knock briskly anyway, hoping to survive. I knocked a few times, but no response. I pressed the handle and to my amazement the door gave way. Behind me I heard that roar again, piercing through my skull. I ran into the hut, and there the smell of musty and rotten meat hit my nostrils. I kicked what turned out to be a human skull
In a panic, I hid in the darkest corner of the cabin so that I could write this story. I know she's here. As I write these words, I feel her breath on my neck ...
There is no soul around who could help me if I ran out of the cottage and screamed at the top of my throat like a madman. You're probably trying to understand what's going on. Well, about ten hours ago, there was a larger group of people who had an appointment, like every year, to celebrate together on Halloween. In a non-standard way, because neither of us was a birth certificate anymore. On the mind and… well, don't judge me. Everyone is closer to thirty than further.
Together with my fiancée, her brother and his fiancée, we went to a city thirty kilometers away from this covered hole in which I now live. We wanted to have fun on this truly autumn and climatic day, solving logical puzzles in one of the popular escape rooms, which, ironically ... the action was to take place in a forester's hut. Tear apart is the key word in this case.
The goal of our trip was to be a glass building in the People's Republic of Poland with large and characteristic antennas on its roof. In the dark, we dragged ourselves with a metallic mega-shell in the color of “rotten broccoli”, christened by an earlier user as Renia. The rest had already been resurrected several times, so there was a fear that the car would die somewhere on the road and would have to be pushed. Apart from the darkness after 5 p.m., the temperature was not warmer either. The driver insisted that he had no intention of hitting himself with the train, because that was not why he had… ah… that “ugly soap dish” he called a car. So the road was spent talking, listening to music played from a branded telephone coming from a connected bluetooth speaker, as well as praying that this row would take us all safely to our place. Although you didn't have to rely on GPS as the road was known. At least to the ring road and the city. For some reason, the owner of the car decided to take the road close to the forest, as our destination was somewhere on its edge. As he later explained, he wanted to avoid traffic jams in this already crowded city at this time. The landmark was the proximity to a popular cinema in the area, as well as a chain of stores with the most recognizable insect in the logo.
As if out of spite, the vehicle began to slow down and the engine made the characteristic "choking" sounds. The conversations and the pleasant metal music for the music lover died down, and the driver only gasped out as if pleading: "fuck, Renia, don't do this to me!" The situation did not look good because outside there was a bitter frost that lashed the face with small, invisible needles. We were in the dark ass because we had a delay at the start. Self-bound, the alpha male got out of the car to make sure what might have happened. And whether it will be necessary to call a tow truck, and by the way, nothing would come out of our Halloween celebration.
Suddenly, a figure dressed in Captain Jack Sparrow's outfit appeared from behind the bushes, looking as if something or someone was chasing him. Illuminated by the dim lights of the lanterns, he reached the man embarrassed by the vehicle and began tugging at his sleeve, shouting:
Please sir! Please sir! Help me, please! Some crazy woman in a red cape is chasing me and trying to kill me!
Get off, can't you see he's trying to fire that shit ?! I don't have time for stupid games! He didn't even look at him as he said that. I got out of the car to find out what the situation was. Then, in an area shrouded in darkness, I saw the slim figure of a woman. She was not tall, maybe one hundred and seventy centimeters tall. His face was half covered with the hood of a red cloak. She was inadequately dressed for this time of year. Even if it was a costume for that special day. She had black ankle boots, snow-white thigh-length socks, and a skimpy mini skirt in some bright, uniform color. The whole image was complemented by a tight, blue t-shirt that embraces its considerable advantages. Under the voluminous hood only the luscious red lips and brown hair fringing her shoulders were visible. She looked more like a porn character than a bogeyman. However, there was something disturbing about her. She held a knife-shaped blade in one hand and a basket dripping dark liquid in the other. Whatever it was, I didn't want to find out.
Without thinking, I opened the car door and shouted to the girls to fuck off. Without asking, they took their things in a panic and began to rush as fast as they could. Of course, in this situation, the most important were women's handbags with their contents, as well as phones. Why not? Anyway, which woman nowadays, even for a moment, part with her phone or purse? After all, even in times of potential danger, temporal goods are more important.
The condition of any of them was of little importance at the moment. Our disguise did the same. At the beginning of our escape, we had no intention of separating. Stubborn as a donkey, a driver, he did not think to run away until he noticed her out of the corner of his eye. It was only because the woman let out a single screech or roar like a ravenous beast. Before he could react in any way, the figure reached his back in an unnaturally fast pace and with an efficient movement of the blade cut the carotid arteries. The man collapsed like a rag doll. First on your knees, then run over the hood of the car with your face. The woman in the hood did not stop the show. To be sure, she stabbed him several times in the back with a knife. She turned the body to face her, tearing her shirt open and opening her chest casually. She pulled out her insides and stuffed individual bites into her mouth. The man's fiancée almost fainted at the sight. The captain and me took her by the arms like the Gestapo to keep her from falling. We had to act quickly. Having a moment to escape the distraction from this mysterious figure.
We were running through a dense forest, and every now and then I ran into a tree or a bush. A few meters behind me, my fiancée was in sight, but not the others. She stumbled and fell. Not thinking much, I turned towards her to see if she was okay. Apart from the situation in which we found ourselves, of course. She tried to get up but couldn't. She sprained her ankle over a protruding tree root. She looked at me pleadingly and asking me to save myself. The moment I helped me try to get up, we again heard a scream and a howling sound. My fiancée's last words sounded like a command that was impossible to object to. Though she had never ordered me before. She only said: Save yourself while you can. It's too late for me. " My eyes glazed a little, but I knew I had to leave her there. In the dark, I was looking for any kind of hiding place. I had a phone with me, but the lack of coverage in this crap made me realize that this could be the end.
I found a wooden hut hidden deep in the woods with a doghouse in front of it and an empty bowl. The lights were not on, but I decided to knock briskly anyway, hoping to survive. I knocked a few times, but no response. I pressed the handle and to my amazement the door gave way. Behind me I heard that roar again, piercing through my skull. I ran into the hut, and there the smell of musty and rotten meat hit my nostrils. I kicked what turned out to be a human skull
In a panic, I hid in the darkest corner of the cabin so that I could write this story. I know she's here. As I write these words, I feel her breath on my neck ...