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"The Steps"
#WritcoStoryPrompt1
The parcel that had arrived today, contained an old key and a list of instructions to use it and have never expected to receive something haunted.
The metaled box was engraved with confusing symbols, each sides were rusty and few paints were patched that tells how antique it really was.
With soft steps I sat on a patio chair facing the dim garden… with raised brows, I scanned the words in an italic scribbles, a simple three steps ended with the words ‘Now, Let me go’.
I can feel the eerie feeling as I’ve been seemed slapped by the strong breeze of a six o’clock night… probably because cold season's approaching.
I clenched my jaw when I realized it could have been a sick joke from whoever that prankster was…
I stood up and shoot it in a bin outside the porch, with a steaming head...
I can’t believe that my madness would be as hell as this, being pulled by a jest from whoever that's bored, isn't funny.
Hearing scratches and that gore sound were the skin was peeled off from its flesh was just the prints of the memories I have remembered while watching horror movies three nights straight.
“Come down here, Hera, help me bring this boxes up.” A senior colleague of mine asks for my help as she called me through the phone.
“Now, press this.” We’ve already brought the small boxes in the office located on the third floor, but before I could even rest a bit, she asked me to photocopy something.
“Then bring these papers to our dept head…” she added, as a newbie, I followed all of her instructions.
After finishing the task, I opened the transparent door to give the papers to our head…
I was about to open my mouth when her swivel chair turned on me…
“Now let me go…”
I was stunned, mouth half-open, didn’t noticed that the papers fell down, it was blown by the wind… I couldn’t figure out where the strong air came from.
Her hair was messy, she got grazes all over her face, her left head was distorted as if it was hit by something brawny that it almost popped her left eye out…
Blood…
Blood…
It kept running down from her throat…
Her throat was slit, that the moment she spoke, the blood spurts… a horrid flood of thick red fluid is pooling on the floor…
I stepped backward…
But it was too late… a hand just came from the flooding blood grabs my foot.
“No!!!” I wake up from a bad dream, sweat all over my face, neck and nape.
“No… please... No.” I keep mumbling my pleads as the face of the woman in my dream was materializing, gawking over me while standing beside my bed.
“Let… me… go…” she’s having a hard time saying those words because of the big cut on her throat.
“I can’t…”
“Now… let me go…” she repeated the words strenuously.
“I don’t want to be in jail!”
I’m not going to follow the instructions…. Never!
Step 1: Use the key to open the basements door.
Step 2: Bring out the boxes where the chopped body parts were hidden.
Step 3: Press the dial tone to call the police and my family who keeps looking for me.
‘Now let me go’
‘Let them burry my bones’
The parcel that had arrived today, contained an old key and a list of instructions to use it and have never expected to receive something haunted.
The metaled box was engraved with confusing symbols, each sides were rusty and few paints were patched that tells how antique it really was.
With soft steps I sat on a patio chair facing the dim garden… with raised brows, I scanned the words in an italic scribbles, a simple three steps ended with the words ‘Now, Let me go’.
I can feel the eerie feeling as I’ve been seemed slapped by the strong breeze of a six o’clock night… probably because cold season's approaching.
I clenched my jaw when I realized it could have been a sick joke from whoever that prankster was…
I stood up and shoot it in a bin outside the porch, with a steaming head...
I can’t believe that my madness would be as hell as this, being pulled by a jest from whoever that's bored, isn't funny.
Hearing scratches and that gore sound were the skin was peeled off from its flesh was just the prints of the memories I have remembered while watching horror movies three nights straight.
“Come down here, Hera, help me bring this boxes up.” A senior colleague of mine asks for my help as she called me through the phone.
“Now, press this.” We’ve already brought the small boxes in the office located on the third floor, but before I could even rest a bit, she asked me to photocopy something.
“Then bring these papers to our dept head…” she added, as a newbie, I followed all of her instructions.
After finishing the task, I opened the transparent door to give the papers to our head…
I was about to open my mouth when her swivel chair turned on me…
“Now let me go…”
I was stunned, mouth half-open, didn’t noticed that the papers fell down, it was blown by the wind… I couldn’t figure out where the strong air came from.
Her hair was messy, she got grazes all over her face, her left head was distorted as if it was hit by something brawny that it almost popped her left eye out…
Blood…
Blood…
It kept running down from her throat…
Her throat was slit, that the moment she spoke, the blood spurts… a horrid flood of thick red fluid is pooling on the floor…
I stepped backward…
But it was too late… a hand just came from the flooding blood grabs my foot.
“No!!!” I wake up from a bad dream, sweat all over my face, neck and nape.
“No… please... No.” I keep mumbling my pleads as the face of the woman in my dream was materializing, gawking over me while standing beside my bed.
“Let… me… go…” she’s having a hard time saying those words because of the big cut on her throat.
“I can’t…”
“Now… let me go…” she repeated the words strenuously.
“I don’t want to be in jail!”
I’m not going to follow the instructions…. Never!
Step 1: Use the key to open the basements door.
Step 2: Bring out the boxes where the chopped body parts were hidden.
Step 3: Press the dial tone to call the police and my family who keeps looking for me.
‘Now let me go’
‘Let them burry my bones’
