My Apartment

in #steem8 years ago (edited)

! () Hello. My name is Akari, and this is my story. I'm lucky to still be alive from that night but what I saw. What I felt. It left a scar. So I was going home at 9:26 from the grocery store to blocks down from my apartment. Walking home I felt a small shiver. It was the middle of winter and I had only a small sweater. The streetlights slowly flickered to the point they died. It creeped me out a bit so I walked faster. It started raining when I arrived to my apartment 5 minutes later and put in the code to open my door but it was already open. I stopped for a second and just thought it was because I forgot to lock the door. I walked in and started preparing dinner. The house was quiet except for my clock and heater. I sat down with some noodles I had prepared and turned on the tv. The news were talking about a killer going around town. My tv turned off before I found out what street. Then I heard loud lightning so I went into the bathroom washing my face. I turned around and saw him. The man with no mouth. I tried to scream. Nothing came out. All I could do was stare into his dark brown eyes full of hatred. He was holding a type of weapon. I couldn't move. He made some noises, kind of like giggling. Then I felt something pierce my flesh. I looked up and he was gone. Gone. I woke up the next day with my coworker taking me to the hospital. I wasn't surprised. I never miss work unless it was an emergency. I started losing consciousness.

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