The Run

Horror Stories - The Run

The dark sky, a nice neighborhood, you would expect this place to be a normal like all the other ones, but unfortunately it's not. This neighborhood is filled with viscous murderers. They hunt for blood, take their anger out on citizens, they're what most people call monsters. No not the ones that hide under your bed late at night, or the ones that keep in the dark corners of your rooms. No. These are killers, born as satan himself, or at least half.

But not all the monsters are what you expect. You'd probably think of a man brutally abusing and raping a poor woman. No. One particular deadly killer would be the young child named Sally Williams. Better known as Sally. Everyone knew her story, her uncle, and what all happened that sad day two months ago.

Along down a dark alleyway stood a small child in a pink, ragged, blood-covered dress. Her dead emerald eyes starring out at nothing. The nothingness that stood before her. Life was what is was, life was the nothingness to her. Sad she still thought she was alive. The cramps going through her body live there forever, along with the blood that will remain running down her legs for eternity.

Sally's eyes suddenly catch a drunken whore walking down the sidewalk, stumbling into the alleyway. A small gasp is heard while the woman still lays there. Her bottle of whisky broken onto the pavement making the alcohol spill. The little bit of the intoxicated drink left in the broken bottle remained still. That was until the woman picked the small bottom broken piece and began to drink the little bit of alcohol, along with some broken glass shards.

The woman looks over to her right, seeing a small child standing there piratically starring into her soul. "H-heyy" the woman slurs now getting up. She walks over to child and begins to laugh. "This isn't Halloween!" she slurs once again. Sally, looking into the unsteady chocolate brown eyes, the woman only laughs, thinking it's a prank. But she was dead wrong.

"Hey!" the woman shouts as if she's lost her temper. She raises her hand, slinging it at the child's face. But no force was made, no contact with any kind. The woman looks at her hand, noticing that it's locked in place. Sally's hands placed by her side, her eyes focusing on the hand that is somehow stuck in air. "Be careful when you drink." Sally mumbles now walking away leaving the woman in pure shock.

As Sally walks out the alleyway and into the streets. She sees two men- no three men running strait towards her. The woman runs out of the alleyway screaming, running towards the three running men. Two were policemen, the other seemed to be a man about the age of the drunken woman. "She tried to kill-" Sally runs up to the woman, clenching her hands on her throat. The woman gasps for air and trying to escape the child's grip. Without a doubt, Sally digs her long fingernails into the woman's jugular, pulling out everything she could get her hands on.

The woman lays on the ground choking on her own blood. A smile crept upon Sally's face, that was until a loud siren was hear from the distance. Sally's eyes widen noticing that more police cars are coming. She quickly races off into the woods running as much as she could, but it was harder for her than most people. You see, Sally was raped and her body will never function the way it did before. Her legs feel like jelly if she runs too much, and her insides make her want to stab them out.

Her wobbly legs rush through fallen leaves on the dirt ground. Twigs and sticks breaking at every step she took. Her lungs feeling as if they're going to collapse. Her eyes watching out for any police. Her pace slowing down as she goes behind a tree. Luckily the police were still out there scrambling down the hill to find her. Basically the only thing Sally could see was the flashlights going every which direction.

Sally smirked as she walked up the rest of the hill. Her eyes spot a small cabin siting out in an open field. She walked over towards it, peaking though the opened door. The place was completely empty. No soul to be seen. She walks inside, closing the door behind her. She takes a seat on the dusty old couch, laying down resting up. Today was a hard day she thought to herself as she shut her eyes to take a nap.