You could hear the screams of terror and the cries of that girl.
The man with black gloves just finished his painting.
The black canvas was now covered in white lines that form the face of a girl.
He took a piece of cloth from the table and wiped his hands with it, cleaning his gloves.
He goes to the door.
He opened it.
Then he closed it.
Then he opened it again.
And closed it again.
He smiles.
The screams won't stop.
"Help!"
"Help me!"
"Help me! Please!"
"Someone save me!"
And then it stops.
Only the heavy breathing could be heard.
The man turns his back too the door.
Now he's face to face with the girl.
They made eye contact. The fear was obvious in her eyes, her face stained of tears, her lips quivering.
The once beautiful and popular girl was now a mess.
She looks in his piercing eyes and says:
"Why?"
He smiles again
"WHY YOU? I t-trusted you..."
He goes in front of the girl and kneels down.
His smile never leaving his face, he touches her cheek.
When the black, rubberish glove touched her face, goosebumps appeared on her skin.
A chilling sensation down her spine.
His deep voice could be heard bouncing off the walls, in the almost empty room
"You can cry... As much as you want"
She started crying again, letting all of the fear and the terror out of her heart.
"Don't be sad... Be terrified"
And then the cries stops.
The once beautiful drawing on the black canvas was now painted in red.
But he keeps smiling.
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Short stories
Aktuelle LiteraturI decidet to put all the shits that goes through my mind here, and make them really short stories, something like stories ideas or some shit... And publish them, I think it's better that keeping them in my drafts and forgetting about them.
