You Are A Death Risk, Part 12
by BD Scott
Dremond has been summoned. He is responding, plus his crotch is wet from being “exhaled” from room 300.
His eyes drearily registered the faint light ahead. The sound of his own heart slammed its pulse through his body so hard, he swore blood burst around his stomach and crotch. But the acrid scent of urine reached his nose and proved his theory wrong. He never felt this level of fear – and focus – before in his life.
“Nothing will stop me. Even if I am a death risk. I don’t know how though. I don’t know…how.”
His footsteps led him to the creepy flicker of light which dared grace the floor in a macabre dance of its own. Swirls of light turned right and left and stopped, did the same in reverse and vanished into a steady stream at his feet. He was mesmerized and near a trance of sorts.
“Come in,”voices beckoned.
Dremond stepped into the light, paused and looked up.
The vision the townsfolk described was all wrong.
The windows must’ve been warped, discoloured, mosaic in nature or something odd.
Two youthful ladies turned around and smiled at him sweetly.
His mouth dropped open and felt the embarrassment of his wet pants.
It was as if he were double-dating two young ladies and out of maddening anticipation, pissed on their bouquets. Unsure of his next move, he tried to speak.
Another wave of heat blasted him from their direction. But this time it drew him in, face to face with both of them.
To Be ContinuedBD Scott, Author, Producer of Bestshorthorrorstories.com & Founder of Friedrich Imagines, Ltd. a media production company