was. “Stop right there!” He grabbed his gun pointing at the figure. “Drop the weapon right now! And put your hands in the air!” “She’s gone. She’s finally gone! They’re all finally gone!” The sound of a maniacal laughter came from a woman. It was loud and sent chills down your spine. Made it feel like a spider was crawling on your back, or even just a horrible scratchy feeling that once you itched, it just wouldn’t go away. That itch only happened because of what they saw, the one person they thought wouldn’t come out, covered in blood. “Stop right there!” The sheriff shouted, pointing his black gun right at that figure. He only saw the blood covering her body, the weapon in her hand, an evil grin on her face. Right there in front of him was evil, a dark evil person. ~~~ The place was gray, a sad and depressing gray. The place you wouldn’t ever want to be. The place you wished you didn’t want to go. The place you were called crazy, you most likely ended up going crazy being there. “She doesn’t speak much, mostly just talks to herself.” The nurse told the person standing next to her. They said nothing, just stared at her, no words, no blinking, no breathing, just staring. “Just be careful that’s all.” “Hello Marianne.” She looked over and there she saw the person she would last expect. Her breathing started picking up as she brought her knees closer and closer to her chest. Even though this was a place for clinically insane people, where she was always safe. Where she always felt safe. But in this situation, she felt more in danger than she has ever felt safe. Even since birth. The tears had started forming in her eyes, her nails digging into the side of her legs along with the other marks on her legs. Her heart dropped so heavy, she was sure she almost died in that wheelchair right then and there. “Been a long time hasn’t it?” “R-rosie?” Her voice was so low and soft she wasn’t even sure if it was her voice. It could have been someone interrupting her own voice, making it sound like it was her. Like a ghost was saying it. “Silly to forget your best friend in the whole wide world isn’t it, Ann?” A voice came from behind Rosie. That voice...the voice that once sounded so smooth like honey now sounded like rough sandpaper on rock, brought blood up towards the surface and broke through the thin layer of skin. She brought her eyes up towards the figure behind the person in the trench coat. The one she thought died in that burning building, the one she thought she stabbed over 16 times in the stomach, the one she thought she was wearing the blood of the serial killer, the one she thought the police officers found that body, but maybe...maybe it wasn’t real. Maybe she was just dreaming and pretending that they were real, imagining it like she did when she first arrived here. She dug her nails deeper and deeper into her legs, the blood had broken through that thin layer of skin, going underneath her fingernails and down her pale white legs. It was the brightest thing in that room. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream for help, she wanted to do something, but nothing came out of her mouth. Nothing happened. Just the tears and blood leaving her body. For what was to happen next? Only those people in the room would know.
Olli Lupo.12 Gyotaku Horrors 4
