I hate this job ", I mumbled to myself as I placed the heavy box on the floor. I was just about to get back to my work station when my boss, Harvard noticed me. "Jack, would you come here please I would like to have a word with you", he said flicking his fingers at me. I plastered a fake smile on my face as I walked into his cubicle. God I hated that man so much, he was a complete jerk and not worthy of being the department head, last week I prepared the plans for a construction site when I showed it to him he said it was not good enough and then presented the exact proposal to investors and took all the credit he even scooped thousands of dollars. While I am stuck working under him. I enter the room while he is looking through a file, "Jack, I will need you to prepare some documents, you may collect the details from Margaret". He announced with authority. "Okay, I will return the report to you by Friday", I replied and was about to leave the room. "No, I need it first thing tomorrow morning", he said looking up to me. He was now trying my patience; he knew that was impossible, if I had a choice I would have walked out of this job long ago. But it is very, very hard to get a decent job in this city. After a lot of struggles I was selected to work in this company. I guess I will have to spend the night in the office. "Okay", I said to him and walked out of the room.
10 pm...
I typed as fast as I could on my keyboard, I have been working all afternoon and into the night and still the report wasn't ready. As mid night neared I had finished with the report and now began to pack everything in my office bag I stood up to leave when something really unexpected happened. Out of no where a man approaches limping into my office, he wore a grey suite, had multiple gashes on his shoulders and back, his head and clothes were covered in thick blood. He moaned loudly as he stumbled onto the cabinet bringing it crashing down and scattering all the files on the floor. Blood was oozing freely from his wounds, he tried to cover the deep cuts with his hands and they became soaked with thick red liquid. He tried to stand straight but kept crashing into everything in the room, he kept grasping everything staining the wall and furniture, his blood continued flowing, dripping heavily on the floor. I stood frozen in place at my desk staring at the man in disbelief, I could view the exit door from my workspace and I never saw him enter, how was he able to get through the guards. Seconds later I heard heavy footsteps approaching I could guess by the sound of it that the person might be be quite large.
Then a man appeared on the doorway, he was six feet tall, he wore a black coat, his eyes were red, his face was smeared with blood as pieces of glass stuck out from it, he appeared completely crazed. The fact that he held a bloody Axe just added to the terror. I felt frightened, I wanted to run but couldn't as he was standing right at the doorway. But he wasn't looking at me; in fact his eyes didn't even turn at once towards me. He just kept glaring at the injured man who was on his knees now."No, please don't do this I am sorry really sorry ....le......let me go", the poor man begged. The crazed one moved towards him, he held his Axe with both of his hands, tightened his grip he started slashing away on the man's body. He started to scream in agony, red blood shot out from his limbs, he kept screeching that terrible ear-piercing scream , it was the sound of pure fright, this seemed to add to the excitement of the crazed man and he hacked him with more energy , seeing an opening I grabbed my bag and ran out, going outside the building I find the three guards lying in their pool of blood....they were hacked to death.
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SHORT HORROR STORIES
HorrorA set of horror short stories in which it portrays your most frightening imaginations. Some I have made up myself and while some are true stories. some of these include an imaginary friend, an abondaned hotel , a haunted picture and many more they...
