I'm the last one here.Those things have killed everyone else.Those things with huge wings.With the beady eyes,with the sharp claws...... every time I close my eyes,I see my coworkers being ripped apart.A few of us made it to the building here,but even here we are not safe.I watched them being picked off one by one.Screaming as they fought against death.I tried to stop it,I swear I did try.
Now I'm running through the building to the main power center.With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing on of this buttons.Either I will press the red button,or the green button.Supposedly,one button will turn the power doors back on,protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry,and angry.......thing is outside.That's the red button.The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door,and I can only imagine what is out there.
Why had I agreed to come research in this lab?I think as I run,hearing the screetches behind me.
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God.....
Why did I lie in my application?
Why didn't I admit I was color blind?
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Scary Stories
HorrorThe creepiest short stories you'll ever read. NOTE;Most of the stories are not mine.And some are horror story prompts.
