The old building was a place of past times. The roof had holes and the walls were missing panels. The windows were shot out and the doors were hanging by a shred of wood. Snow blew in from missing parts of the ceiling and when the wind howled, it sounded like singing. Kids would hang out here, paint the walls, have parties. Adults would meet up here for work. But no one stayed past midnight. No one really knew why but the only time in history someone did, she returned Alright. Oh yes she did. But little miss Anna Marie was soon admitted into an asylum. She committed suicide a few years later at the age of eighteen.
But that won't stop me.
And it didn't.
I felt something slam into my back and I whirled around.
"You little- get back here!" I laugh as my twin sister ran away giggling.
I threw a large snowball her the back of her head. "Hey!" She laughed. "That's cold!" She prepared to grab another snowball but our parents called for us to come in.
"I'll get you back," my twin giggled as we ran inside.
Now, those words echo throughout the warehouse.
"I'll get you back...I promised...I'll get you back...get you back...get you..."
"I'm sorry!" I shout. "I shouldn't have made you come! That was so long a ago! I'm so sorry!"
"YOUR APOLOGIES DONT HELP!"
The last thing I saw before I woke up in a padded room was my own face, the face of my twin, contorted I anger and pain.
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Short Stories
RandomThis is a collection of random short stories I came up with or heard or even experienced. So that's that. Proceed if you daaaaaarrreeeee... Tw: self harm, suicide, homophobia, d e a t h, um light light gore?
