Book of Nightmares: Harry Styles Edition

Wooden Hallway

Author's note: Hi lovely reader, these are a collection of terrifying stories. Each one depicts Harry Styles as a psychotic killer. Warnings of disturbing, graphic descriptions, violence, and vomiting in this first chapter. I strongly suggest you don't read this if you are squeamish/young. Please enjoy!

I collapsed into bed. My body was exhausted; dehydrated. A fever ignited the heat in my cheeks. I drifted off to sleep unsoundly. My dreams little did I know, were about to be haunting.

I was walking through a foggy hallway. The fluorescent lights flickered erratically near my head. Each step triggered a creaking echo that rang in my ears. Even though there were bare light bulbs dangling from the low ceiling, I could barely see. Everything around me was made of molded, damp wood. The fog clung to my body like a damp towel.

Stumbling blindly in the near dark, I collided with a body. I shrieked. The body extended it's hands and grabbed my shoulders roughly. Pushing me against the wall, he stuck his face inches from mine.

"Harry?" I whispered. His eyebrows were furrowed and there was a deep crease between them. He stood there, both hands on my shoulders, frowning at me. I couldn't move my body. I felt like I was standing knee deep in wet cement. As I examined his face, I noticed something off about his eyes. They looked runny. As if they were baking in the sun, slowly dripping it's contents onto the floor. Immediately as this thought flickered through my mind, it started to happen. His eyes began to ooze out of his sockets. Not quickly, just a few drops at a time, starting from the bottom of the eyeball.

"Get. Out. Of. Here. Now," he muttered. I tried to speak, but I choked on my words. The seconds dragged on. We were just standing there. His green eyes slowly dripping onto the tops of my shoes.

His head snapped back suddenly. All the way back. There was an ear piercing crack and a yellowed bone split through the surface of his neck, just below his Adam's apple. Blood spurted onto my cheek.

"Harry! Holy shit!" I cried; tears pricking my eyes. I felt an instant wave of nausea crash over me and I bent over, heaving next to the wall of the hallway. Harry put his hand on my back. I could see his head lolling on his right shoulder out of the corner of my eye. I could taste the hot feel of stomach acid at the back of my throat. Something was wrong though. The acid tasted like salty iron.

Erupting abruptly out of my throat, scarlet blood splattered onto the floor. My body jolted violently with each heave. It just kept on going. Endless amounts of blood spilling out of my mouth. I could feel the hot trail shooting up from my stomach, traveling through my body and out of my mouth. My drenched hair stuck to the sides of my face, absorbing some of the vomit. 

I felt a powerful thud against my belly. Harry had kicked my stomach with his Chelsea boot. There I was, bent over, spewing blood all over the floor of this wooden hallway and Harry is just repeatedly kicking my stomach. All the while his head flopping side to side with the force of his punts.

As the last wave of blood was emptied out from my body, I gargled, "Stop! It hurts, Harry, stop." I felt a sharp blow to my back and I collapsed onto the floor. A massive wooden splinter pushed up my nose from the floor panels. I could feel it pierce the back of my eyeball.

"This will teach you to listen to me next time, bitch," Harry muttered. He gathered the matted hair at the back of my head and yanked it back. The glimpse of his face that I caught before he slammed my face forwards was disturbing. His head was flopped onto his shoulder. The bloodied tip of a bone stuck out of his neck. His once sparkly green eyes were no longer. Just two hallowed, burnt sockets were left. His lips were grey and crusted.

Thump, thump, thump. The sound of my head hitting the floorboards echoed through the passageway. The massive splinter broke through the surface of my retina.

"You," *thump* "Deserve," *thump* "This." *thump*. His voice got louder and louder. Ringing painfully in my ears. Echoing through my head. Piercing my eardrums.

I gasped and my eyes flew open. I instantly brought a hand to my head. It was pounding. I sat up in my bed and pushed my suffocatingly hot blanket from my body. My hair stuck to the back of my damp neck. What the fuck?

Author's note: Okay so this is the first chapter, obviously. I realize it's a little short but if people like it I will write more in the next chapter. Please comment any suggestions and/or requests on this paragraph. I would love to write any concept suggestions people come up with. xx Lydia.