Friday, July 17, 2015
Friday Scary Story, July 17, 2015
Instinct.
Always follow it. Always.
I took the stairs. I started on the sixth floor.
When I saw an empty beer can tucked into the corner, my instinct kicked in. It told me to get out. Take the elevator.
I didn't.
The next flight down, I saw what looked like a small flap of folded over skin on the railing. It couldn't have been.
I went faster.
On the next flight of stairs, there were a handful of flies on something in the corner. I looked close. It was a severed nose. There was no blood any where. Just a piece cut from someone.
I tripped walking backwards. My ankle snapped. It made a loud noise.
So did someone else.
When I stopped at the bottom, I heard an extra step above me, then silence.
The door is locked. It's never locked.
Someone is above me. The person is throwing things at me. They're humming... Rock a Bye Baby. One of the pieces hit me.
It's the tip of a finger.
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