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Living Nightmare

Part 1

By Molly (Molls) GilesPublished 6 years ago 5 min read
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I was running through the underground, dodging little children, crashing into older people, and bumping through barriers with my ticket, knowing if I didn't run any faster I was going to miss the last tube. I don't know why I was running through the underground or why I was determined that I had to get the last tube. I could easily turn back and go up to the main roads and get a taxi.

I swerved down the last flight of stairs, hearing the rumbling of the tube arriving and the rustle and bustle of people trying to cram themselves in. I jumped down the last few steps and swung myself around the corner just seeing the last few people jamming themselves inside the doors.

"Wait!" I shouted and a soft-faced middle-aged woman stuck her foot in the way of the doors and shouted "Hurry up! Quickly!" She looked extremely paranoid for some reason, almost wary.

"Thanks," I said, smiling as I stepped inside and pressed myself in so the doors could shut behind me. When they had, I leaned back against them.

Wow. I'm standing here wondering what on Earth I am doing on this tube because still, I have no idea where I'm going or why I'm on it, when suddenly a man catches my eye. He was dressed smartly: shirt tie, suit, tailor-made I'm guessing, and wearing old, black, polished shoes.

Something was wrong.

There is no way this outfit could belong to this man. I studied his face harder. His hair was mid-length, all over the place, and looked like it hand't seen a bottle of shampoo or hot running water for weeks. His eyes were sunken, showing a yellowish tinge around the edges; they looked worn. His cheek bones were sucked in, as if he had just tasted sour milk and was about to spit the liquid out, and his mouth, slightly open, was painfully dry. His lips were cracked and the corners of his mouth had looked as though they had split. A cold sore was forming on the right-hand side.

Wait a minute. I had seen this man before when I was running through the station. I bumped into him, knocking his briefcase out of his hand. Yes, this was him. I specifically remember a foul smelling odour coming out of the briefcase as I kept running and a security guard approached him as he scarpered.

He didn't have a briefcase with him now.

But that wasn't the only time I'd seen him either. When I jumped the last few steps of the stairs, I had a faint memory of seeing somebody of his posture and identity, lurking on the other side of the staircase.

How did he get on the tube before me?

Suddenly, his gaze flickered upwards to meet mine and his black eyes burned into my golden green ones. I tried to look the other way, but it was impossible to draw my attention away from his. The lady who had let me on the tube shuffled backwards towards the doors and whispered something I didn't quite understand.

"Oh, my God."

Then the whole tube went black. There was no sudden screams, no sign of movement, just the sharp rasping breath of the woman beside me which was becoming heavier by the second. The hairs on my arms slowly started to stand on end and the hairs on the back of my neck were not far behind them.

Everything was eerily quiet before an ear-piercing scream filled the tube, bottom to end and then there was silence. The loudest silence I have ever experienced.

The lights flickered back into life showing no sign of anyone on the tube. All the people had vanished. Disappeared. Gone. My gaze shifted to where the woman was standing next to me, only she wasn't there. I looked down to the floor and there she lay, helpless and soaked in her own blood. Her eyes were rolled back and hands laid useless at her sides. She was dead.

I stepped backwards and gasped. Electricity was shooting up and down my spine, sending the hairs all over my back and neck into a life form of their own. My instinct kicked in. I had to get off this tube. I turned and ran, only to trip over shopping bags and land on my bottom into an empty seat.

The tube was still moving, so where the heck was everybody? Now it was my breathing that was short, fast, and loud. I glanced up and down the tube and noticed that the seat where the man sat was also drenched in blood, but it looked as if he had left his seat as there was a trail of blood smeared along the aisle towards the woman who laid dead by the doors.

The lights went out again.

My breathing got caught in my throat as a foul stench hit the air and I closed my eyes. Tight.

"Yes, Molly. Yes, I knew you would always suspect me, look into every detail of what you could remember. Always have in every aspect of your life, always will. You're smart, I'll give you that."

"What? Who are you? Where is everyone?" I called out, my eyes still tightly shut.

He ignored my questions. "Although, I must admit. When you knocked me earlier, I was surprised that you kept on running. You're a curious person, but you didn't turn back to see what was in the suitcase."

My breathing was getting heavier. I didn't move.

"Do you want to know what was in the suitcase, Molly?"

I stayed silent.

"The foul stench you smelt, yes, I knew you smelt it, was that woman's two young children, butchered in the up most gruesome way, all because she would not obey. It was that woman's worst nightmare. And now I am yours."

Panic was setting in now. My veins were on fire. "What the hell are you?!"

"Why, Molly. Dear, sweet, caring, sensitive Molly. I am you."

"Wha-what?" I trembled. My voice was barely audible. He laughed. He laughed so high and so hard I thought my ear drums were going to burst.

"You're twisted. This is all so twisted. I'm having a nightmare. This is a terrible nightmare, I know it is and I'm going to wake up any second now. I know I will."

I opened my eyes, trying to get them to focus in darkness of the rattling tube carriage.

"You see, when I'm, or really we should say you, are hungry, we bleed. We take a life to sustain the bleeding until we find THEM. The perfect one. to end all of this. We cannot be separated as two anymore. It's time Molly."

The light came back on and a huge gasp left my throat. All I could hear was the clunk of metal hitting the cold floor, as I felt a thick warmth gushing out of my neck towards my chest, and all I could see was the twisted smile on my killers face, while he watched as I in turn, bled my own blood.

The End.

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Molly (Molls) Giles

27 year old from England whose always had a passion for creative writing and writing about topics that hit close to home to me.

Welcome to my wonderful, crazy world....

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