Hello fellow writers! I have returned today with another post for the SSC. The genre was horror, and I suck at it, so don't expect this to be good.
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Black Eyes
As a kid, I really envisioned myself as a fairly successful person. Even as a teenager. I had plans to become a surgeon, get rich, enjoy my life. And to some extent, I followed my plan. I was doing something in the medical field, yes, but it wasn’t exactly what childhood me would’ve seen herself doing.
The irritating beep beep beep of the alarm clock woke me up. Not like I was sleeping, anyway. How could I, with my brain being so determined to torture me, even when I’m asleep? I lazily switched the beeping off. My arms felt like lead. I just wanted to lie in bed all day. Of course I couldn’t do that. Grumbling, I dragged my what felt like lifeless body out of bed. The alarm clock on my dresser read 2115. Perfect time to get ready and go to work.
I reach the morgue in exactly 45 minutes. Ready to start my shift. The doctor before me,John, smiles at me. “Hey there, Miss Eye Bags. Rough sleeping today as well?”he asked sympathetically. I grunted in response. This past month, I’d been getting these sort of nightmares, of a man with bloody eyes, standing in the mortuary with bleeding bodies surrounding him. Sounds like a horror movie, I know. “Good luck, buddy.” John says to me and leaves. “He’s probably going to enjoy his life” I thought bitterly.
Everything really went smoothly, until midnight. After a few hours of poking and prodding a dead person and their insides, I decided to take a coffee break. It’s the only thing that kept me sane anyway. What I did not expect to find when I came back was, a man, leaning over the body I was working on. His back faced me, but I could hear his muttering and what sounded like…a squishing sound? Oh my god,was this man putting his fingers in the body’s intestines?
Even though horror coursed through my veins, I still felt brave enough to call out to this man. “Excuse me? What are you doing?” The man froze, then slowly turned around with the creepiest grin on his face. “Oh, sorry. Did you already call this one?You wouldn’t mind sharing, would you?” he asked, the grin still on his face.
“What? Listen, I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave right now. You really can’t be here.” I said, trying to sound brave. His grin spread wider.
“Ah. You’re new, aren’t you? Don’t worry.” He started walking towards me. That’s when I notice his eyes. Where it was supposed to be white, it was dark red, almost black. He leant into me, so close that our noses were almost touching. I can feel his hot breath on me when he says “We all have it in here. We are all infected.”
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Told ya that wasn't going to be good. I chose the last prompt for this. The prompt is basically the last paragraph here. Thanks for reading!
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