"Hello? Reader?" a person laughs to themselves a bit psychotically before looking over at you. You notice that it's dark. The time is of late.
You find yourself sitting in a dampened chair and feel the hot breath of a man sitting dangerously in front of you.
You listen to the sound of crickets chirping in the midnight hour. A slight breeze passes over you and sends chills up and down your spine.
"I'm sure you're interested in knowing why I have you in my presence..." the voice seems to be masculine, but only in his maybe 20's or 30's.
Your mind is distorted and your thoughts waver. You aren't sure how you got here and contemplate it as you attempt to make out who this person is.
However, it's too dark. You can barely make out the features of their face. In the distance you can smell a small fire burning and hear the flames softly crackle.
You flex your legs and arm muscles only to realize that they're strapped down. The thought of no escape torments you in the back of your mind.
"Oh, please," the man's voice is raspy.
"Spare me the fear of you strapped in your seat... I'm here to tell you a story"
They continue to laugh. It sounds alarming and a twist of concerning along with it.
"This one I think you could find a bit interesting... After all, I-"
The man gets cut off by breaking down into a choking fest. Some of their spit hits you in the face and you turn your head, repulsed.
The man catches themselves before suffocation. Their eyes start to leak out some kind of tar-like liquid and they slowly wipe it away.
He mutters under his breath in a slur, "I should get this out before I lose myself altogether..." they pause for a moment and then continue.
"It starts out something like this.."
YOU ARE READING
Axel
HorrorA boy is bullied until he breaks while also dealing with an ominous presence that slowly corrupts him.
