Title: Fearful Flattery
Author: Shara, aka me.
Summery: "I'm so glad to finally meet you. I'm sure we'll be great friends," The man says gently and you shiver at the look in his eyes. You try to scream again and he laughs.
Warning(s): Mature themes? Blood, kidnapping, stalking, among other things.
Comments: My teacher said this was creepy and my mom said this "is fucked up". So I figured I'd post it here. Lulz. Wrote this in English for Halloween.. I like it alot, tbh. One of my favorites. Hope you like it too.
Your first thought is that you feel numb. You try to remember what happened and all you can recall is flashes of a masked face and fragments of sentences. You finally open your eyes and see... yourself? Thousands of pictures of yourself are surrounding you. You at work. You as a child. You watching your favorite television show. You, you, you. Everywhere. Even on the ceiling, your face is staring down at you.
Fear starts creeping up your spine and you frantically squirm on the ground. You wonder where you are and how you got here. You try to scream but your voice is muffled. You find fabric in your mouth and wonder how you didn't notice it before.
You keep struggling against the ropes around your wrists when you hear footsteps. You still and listen attentively, fear stronger now then before. The door handle turns slowly and you see a figure in the door. As they come closer you see it's a tall, thin man, grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm so glad to finally meet you. I'm sure we'll be great friends," The man says gently and you shiver at the look in his eyes. You try to scream again and he laughs.
"No use fighting, no one will hear you." He walks around the room, lightly touching a few pictures along the way.
"Your death will be quick and painless. I promise," he whispers. He turns towards you and smiles again. He walks and kneels at your feet. He runs a cold, thin finger down your cheek. You cry out and kick your legs up at him, hitting his shin. He screams and it seems something in him just snaps. The look in his eyes changes and he starts tearing down the pictures.
Then he calms down and turns back to you. "That wasn't nice, pet," he says. "I'll have to punish you now."
He reaches into his pocket and you see the glint of metal coming towards you. He runs the edge of the blade across your throat. Not enough to kill you, but enough that you feel blood trickle down your neck.
"Remember when I said your death would be quick and painless?" He grins at you and you see him pull something out of a box near you. "I lied."