A collection of short stories

Short story 1 - The Girl

The wooden floorboards creaked and groaned as someone walked through my hallway. As I peer around the door, i see something I'll never forget.

A girl creeping towards me. Her charcoal hair mattered with blood and dirt, it looked as if someone had poured red paint upon a cave persons head. Her 1940s dress was torn incredibly, if it were Halloween I would have admired her effort, but as it is not, I stand paralysed, staring at her. She calls out. The voice I hear doesn't match her, it's echoey & hollow as if someone has spoken to me from the bottom of a well.

"Hello..." she says.

Her face in now in my view. The face of a young teen looks up at me. She has the face of a model excluding the trails of blood cascading down her face.

It starts to feel cold and I dizzy, but in my paralysed state I do nothing but watch as my world fades to black.