Warning: horror. Probably not that scary tho.
I swear the shortcut series is taking over my life. I'm going to do another one today. But for now something scry.
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The wind blew y/n's hair in her face as she looked out into the ghostly, foggy, landscape. Empty parking lots always gave her the creeps, and it being nighttime just added to that factor.
She walked quickly, but not to fast. She didn't want anyone, if there was anyone, thinking she's stupid for being scared.
She silently cursed at herself for parking so far away from her workplace. She should've known better. She knew she was locking up tonight, so she should've at least parked closer to ensure her safety.
She flung her head both ways; she felt someone's eyes on her.
The feeling of spiders on your spine, it creeped up and down her back. She decided to stop freaking out and take it slow. She took a deep breath. No one was watching her, she was going crazy.
A black figure could be seen in the corner of her eye, it was a lamppostâ or at least she thought it was.
She reached her car and shut the door behind her, turning on the engine. The small lights of the radio and buttons relieved her. She looked back to where she saw the figure and all she saw was a flickering lamppost. She chuckled to herself that her mind could make her think something so foolish.
As she glanced in her rear view mirror, on the dark sidewalk stood a flickering lamppost shiningâ well, fidgetingâ down onto a dark silhouette.
Y/n then put the car in reverse. It probably was just someone patiently waiting for the bus.
Y/n drove out of the parking lot. She glanced at the man's features as she passed.
He had an odd color of eyes. Crimson eyes. He had a soft smile on his face as he watched her drive passed him.
Y/n sighed, and turned the corner, making her way to her apartment.
Another lamppost on the dark sidewalk began to flicker as she got closer, and she found a man under it, watching her get closer to the lamppost. She furrowed her eyebrows, looking out her window to see the same man, but this time he was in all black, and his face was in a slight scowl as he watched her pass.
As y/n looked at him all she got was chills down her spine and the feeling of fear in her gut.
She took a deep breath, deciding to ignore the fact the same man had just appeared a few miles away from where she first saw him. Maybe the man had a twin. A angrier twin at that.
As she got closer to, yet again, another light post, she glanced out expecting to see the man again. This time as she passed, no one stood waiting for a bus.
She sighed with relief, Thankfully she didn't.
Once she arrived home, she stopped the car, and as she was about to get out, a deep voice spoke from the backseat,
"I don't like being stared at." Y/n's heart stopped as the man's voice, which was to deep to possibly be a man's, rang through the car.
As she turned her face, there sat in the back of her seat, a man. His neck and hands were black, and his eyes were that crimson red that would give you nightmares.
"I don't like being stared at." He repeated, this time with more anger than the last. His nose flinched with anger as he stared in front of him as if he wasn't talking to anyone in particular. "Staring is a sin." He began again, and y/n tried to stay calm. He wasn't looking at her, maybe there was some way he didn't see her. "It's a sin." He mumbled quietly.
He began repeating this phrase over and over until his voice raised, and he was screaming it. Y/n shuffled herself out of the car, running into her house and locking the door.
Fearful tears streamed from her face as she fell limp against the door and the floor.
She let out a sigh of relief once the place fell quiet. She closed her eyes, leaning her head on the door.
As she opened her eyes, two crimson red dots were seen down the pitch dark hallway, staring into her soul.
"The punishment to sin is death." The crimson red eyes said.
No one saw y/n again.
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This was stupid but I'm a horror type of gal.