Short Stories

The Woman

Warning: Horror and Mystery. Dark and Horrible Sarcasm. Somewhat Disturbing, Especially In the Dark, but More Interesting. Gore (Imaginative). Betrayal.

Background information: Main Character's friend is a mad scientist, but the Main Character is clueless. The Main Character just came back from a party and asked the friend to drive her home. The mad scientist created a new form of organisms from mix breeding humans and other organism, illegally, recently, from all data she's collected from breeding failures. The organism can't harm the mad scientist due to trauma (due to the mixed breeding of the human part, the organism had some sort of intelligent brain).

It was an narrow alleyway, 4:43 AM, where only the craziest, drunk, and/or homeless were out on the streets. The light on my phone was dim and tiny movements were heard. I was nonchalantly about the diminutive sound of steel scratching against the stone floor and the footsteps that were barely heard each time they hit the wet floor. I just stood still and waited for the person who promised to pick me up.

I heard a piercing, screeching voice, yelling. Thinking it was my friend, who always seemed to yell so similarly due to my clinginess, I followed the sound and waved when I saw a fading figure, so that she would notice my presence. Unexpectedly, instead of my friend, I saw what I thought was woman.

She was covered in a black substance, was on all fours, and smelled like rotten food thrown into trash, over and over.

I froze.

I screamed and pleaded my body too move.

But my body didn't listen to me. I felt horrified.

'She' approached me, 'her' movements were quiet and swift, but the steps 'she' took had quite a considerable amount of distance. 'Her' back was oddly straight, it was as if 'her' spine didn't bend. It was obvious 'she' was barely human. Though, 'her' features were obviously one of a human's.

Then, once 'she' got close enough, 'she' jumped at me, I yelled and shrieked, not that I haven't been all this while, but there was no sign in stopping as 'her' outlandish sharp teeth bit into my skin. I felt my skin tear apart, my bones felt like breaking, and my lungs felt dry and fatigued from all the yelling. It was like a million ants started biting into that one part of my body and my lungs weren't part of my body. My breaths were getting shorter as the 'woman' started champing on my neck, showing that 'she' craved for more.

I didn't know why, why didn't I look for help?

Then, as I finally gave up all hope in surviving, I started to look around on my surroundings on my last breaths. Feel incredibly disappointed that there were one or two people watching, horrified and running away. I noticed a truck. A very nostalgic truck. Oh. My friend, she finally arrived! She brought 'her' here, the reason I'm being dying, I mean. I saw her, just watching me, in glee, as if she wanted- NEEDED this to happen.

Isn't she such a good friend?

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Comment if you want a part two. Although, it's only going to be for the people who want it, this story will still stay as a oneshot.

I ended up proofreading it a bit, I'm a bit scared now, so I might get nightmares- Anyway, thank you for reading! 😊✌