Short stories

Empty Eyes

*WARNING: This one has murder and blood*

Sam, a Twenty-one year old man, sprinted through the dark woods, shoes eerily silent as he ran through the undergrowth. Making a sharp turn, he started towards a small cottage that slowly came into view through the trees. Slowing to a stop, Sam ducked under the tree branches and made his way around the wooden cottage, quiet as a shadow in the night. Pausing by the front doorway, he checked his watch as it flashed 11:59 P.M.
"Just one more minute," Sam muttered to himself with a crooked grin.

The moment his watch read 12:00 A.M., Sam slammed his body against the door, breaking it off the hinges. The door fell against the stone floor with a crash. Sam stepped through the doorway, his shoes crunching on the splintered wood.
"SAMMY'S HOME!" he exclaimed. Sam loaded the gun from his belt, clenching it in his fist. His black, emotionless, eyes searched the dark room.
"Where are you?" he said in a high-pitched childish voice.
"I thought you were going to welcome ol' Sammy home from his big day!" Sam slowly made his way through the house, searching. He turned left into the bedroom. Bookshelves lined the far wall, and an empty bed sat in the corner. Looking around, he noticed the closet door was ajar.
"I see you. You're it, now," Sam whispered towards the closet. Sam ran his fingernails across the wall, getting closer and closer to the crack in the closet door. Peering through the the opening with his empty, emotionless eyes, Sam grinned as he saw the figure inside.
"There you are."
Thrusting the closet open, he stood brandishing his gun at the wide-eyed person inside.
"L-LEAVE ME A-ALONE!" the frighted man said, backing up into the far corner of the closet.
"Don't be so mean to Sammy, it'll hurt his feewlings," Sam said with a mock frown.
"GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU'RE CRAZY!" the brown-haired man screamed.
"Ah. Too bad. You hurt sammy's feelings. Now you'll pay." Sam said as a grin spread across his face. Sam raised his gun to the man's forehead. A clear gunshot rang in Sam's ears as he fired the gun. Blood splattered across the closet walls. The man grew limp and lifeless, Sam's shadow looming over him.