This is s short story that I wrote a year or so ago. This is only a rough draft and might not read correctly but I hope that you enjoy it anyway.
Those pretty shows with women who have nice bread never saved you from the slasher waiting for you in the abyss of hell as you try and make your way across the bridge between the two brick buildings.
She tried to sit up but was unable to move her legs or arms that had been bound to each other behind her back. The brick floor left imprint marks on her exposed arms. She must have been laying there for hours she though.
The thick, heavy rope fibers cut deeper into her ankles and wrists the more that she struggled to escape. The rope had rubbed her ankles and wrists raw matting her flesh and blood into the fibers. Every time she moved the rope cut her flesh like a steel cable. The burning sensation and pain nearly overtook her as she fell too the ground again.
The ground felt much better she thought. It’s cold pillow was better than the burning and tearing of her flesh. She opened her eyes and seen the overhead light reflecting off of the shiny metal wheels of the gurney. She watched for a moment and began to shake as the wheels on gurney jerked forwards and then backwards slightly. A muffled moan from behind the hospital curtain pierced her mind.
She could only see the shadow of someone tall leaning over a lump in the hospital gurney. There was no other light in the room she was in. The curtains adsorbed the overhead operating light and the subtle electronic hum coming from it. The curtains made no shadow of their own. Only the unknown people and the gurney behind the curtain cast any shadows. Shadows that went no further than the curtains themselves.
Utter darkness.
“Please, let me go.” pleaded the young beautiful college student in her early twenties.
“Please. What did I do?” she whimpered.
The room went silent. Not even the methodical electronic hum of the operating light was heard.
“Please, do not bother me.” came a deep sounding male voice from behind the drawn curtain.
Dark mascara mixed with tears and sweat ran down her face and into her mouth. She tried spitting it out but the fear was too much. She swallowed the darkness that ran down her throat causing her to dry heave. Her stomach pulsed in and out violently as she held the release within her fearing the convulsion might make her captor angry. She turned her head away from the hospital curtain and quietly vomited the darkened bile onto the floor. She laid motionless as it ran along her chin and between the floor and her face before filling up several cracks between the bricks. She began to cry again to herself. The last thing that she heard before passing out as the fear overtook her was the snip of thread being cut and the sound of a surgical tool being dropped into a metallic pan.
“You’re awfully quiet.” said the voice in her head that caused her to wake up.
She didn’t turn towards the curtain but trembled and locked her mind into a ball hoping that it would all go away.
“Did I offend you?” the darkness asked her.
She gasped for air as a breeze rushed by causing her hair to stir in the darkness. Her heart missed a beat as the sweet smell of mildew and men’s cologne invaded her senses. She could taste how the darkness smelled. She enjoyed the smell of the darkness about as much as she enjoyed smelling a waste basket full of used tampons. The taste of the darkness danced an evil jig on her tongue. The salt and sweat of the breeze nearly made her vomit again.
“If I have offended you, then I am truly sorry.” the darkness flowed around her causing her hair to become entangled with the stench of the darkness.
“I should not be so rude. Do unto others as they say.”came the darkness more distant from her now than it had been at the beginning. She thought for a moment that maybe the room was larger after all and that there might be a door. The darkness danced in her mind as she waited to see the crack of light around a door frame. She just wanted to be somewhere else. She didn’t have time to finish her thought as her mind went blank and she became unconscious again.
She woke in a state of euphoria laughing to herself at the dream she had just had. She really needed to stop watching stalker and horror movies and should find a boyfriend. But all of her time was taken up with her story board editing and creative writing classes to be worried about finding a man.
She suddenly realized that she hadn’t been dreaming. A light reflecting off of a highly polished drain cover that felt warm to her nose and the cold brick pillow instantly stopped her laughter that echoed all around her and then vanished.
A methodical drip, drip, drip danced on the drain from somewhere above her. The smell of urine caused her stomach to convulse. This time she couldn’t hold it in. This time the young college student wouldn’t hold it. The muscles in her throat and neck became tight and she began to tremble. Then a gush of disgust came into the world for the first time as she vomited on the drain. She vomited again even harder than the first time. The bile splashed against the brick floor and steel drain cover and covered her face. The beautiful college woman threw up for a third time. She turned her head to avoid the splash to her face, her hair soaking up the disgust this time as she watched the vomit fill the cracks in the bricks all around her.
“SARAH!” came the concerned voice from the darkness.
“That offended you? “ the darkness continued.
Feeling the breath of the darkness against her face, Sarah threw up for a fourth time. Nothing but convulsions and dry heave. Her stomach felt like someone had opened it up and was mixing her insides with a blender.
“I am sorry.” the stench said tapering off into a distant and shallow tone.
Sarah looked for the light shining on the drain but could only see a pinhole of freedom far ahead in front of her. She tried to sit up but hit her head on the brick ceiling.
“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!” Sarah screamed, releasing all of the anxiety built up inside of her. But only the smell of mildew, cologne and urine kept her company.
Sarah moved backwards away from the drain and the horrible stench of filth billowing from it.
She only moved a few feet and came to a dead end and laid her head down on the brick floor.
“F you.” she said under her breath.
The constant drip of the drain was starting to eat at her soul. She spat at it in disgust and started inching forward on her stomach like an inch worm.
“F YOU! F…YOU!” she yelled into the darkness.
Sarah inched her way along the tunnel. The urine becoming more of a steady stream then merely a trickle. The piss soaked her clothes and her hair. She could taste it on her lips. It stung her eyes and wounds and trickled down her face. She tried shaking it out of her hair but doing so only flung the urine all over the brick tunnel.
Suddenly the tunnel floor started to shift ahead of her. The bricks made a grinding sound as they began to ebb up and down as if someone was running their hands on the backside of the brick tunnel. She looked behind her and watched as the bricks rippled up and down and then fell away brick by brick into the darkness. The walls around her behind to crumble and fell away until only the darkness remained. Sarah curled up in a ball and watched the darkness out of the corner of her eye pass in front of her. The great shadow beat it’s wings and swished its tail back and forth before disappearing beneath her.
Low wailing came from beneath Sarah as she laid on the island of bricks. Fear permeated the shadows and played in the darkness all around her. She inched close to the edge of the bricks to see what was coming up from beneath her. The brick suddenly fell away and into the darkness. Sarah’s heart missed several beats as a brick under thigh and knee fell away.