This was my first attempt at writing a horror story. It might not turned out as planned.
Cheng was selected as the team leader to design something almost improbable; a way to charge an electronics wirelessly. He had been breaking his head to figure out different way to to solve this problem. His dustbin was overflowing with crushed paper.
After hours and hours of experimenting with ideas and evaluating numerous different means of solving the problem, he had done it. He had come up with a simple but brilliant idea. 'How had no one else thought of it before?' he wondered. He was certain his solution would change the course of electronic history. His name would be just as famous as Tim Berners-Lee, Charles Babbage and all the other 'heroes' who shaped the world into what it is today. He also fantasized the future generation babbling on his discovery and learning about it in high school. He imagined the students cursing him for being so innovative and extraordinary for creating something that the Computer textbook would dedicating semester learning his life and his inspirations. Cheng gave a small smirk. Wait until his wife hears about this. Assured that tomorrow would be the best day of his life and so will tonight, he went back to his room. Little did he know that tonight would be his last.
He went passed the room that spooked both of them for quite a while. In the middle of the night, flashes of green light would emanate inside those doors and would light up the hallway. Engulfed by fear and faintheartedness, they locked the door to forbid the inside 'thing' from escaping.
He crept up the bed, excited to tell his wife. He shook her, but she just gave a cacophonous groan and continued sleeping. He, tired as he already was, also slept.
In the middle of the night, Cheng had to excrete his bodily fluids. He got up the bed. It make a loud creak which broke the midnight silence. The floor, which was half eaten by termites made a creak everywhere he went. he opened the door, and progressed into the dark corridor. Half eaten by sleep, he opened the door. The handle was hard to twist, but due to his pressure which was brewing inside his body he used all his force. It was like the last of a wounded animal; it would give its every strength. With mighty force as powerful as a tornado's wind, he opened the door. As he entered, he smelled something unusual. Something you wouldn't smell in a bathroom at the dead of night. As he opened his zip to unleash the pressure.
He washed his hands, flushed and walked back. The sound and him walking back made feel like Iron Man - walking the other way of the explosion. He walked down the silent corridor. For a second, he was struck by the thought of being alone again. But then he told himself, 'Get a grip, you get laid almost everyday now.'
He made a huge grin, so big that he could advertise for Whitening commercial. As he was walking back, the corridor lit up with green light. It was from that door again. He froze as quick as water in Antarctica. Stoned to his position, he watched it grow in brightness. It was bright for a long time and all of a sudden, the corridor turned dark. Cheng could hear himself breathing heavily. In a matter of seconds, there was a deafening bang on that door. He could feel his legs breaking apart. The loud banging continued for a while. The monster inside was trying to get out. Cheng would have peed his pants, only if he had any left. The door kept being hit until the door fell. The cold air from the door falling on the floor covered Cheng's face and made every hair in its body erect.
Slowly, an elongated silhouette of a tentacle like structure appeared in the hallway. As it emerged, every muscle in Cheng's body denied to flicker. Instead of running for his life, his body stayed glued to its position like a stamp on an envelop. The tentacle developed in size and stature. A obscure oval shaped face emerged, followed by a slender body and a long pair of legs. From where Cheng was standing, he could see the odd shape against the moonlight. His blood froze as he realized it was heading towards the master bedroom, where his beautiful wife slept in peace. The 'alien' didn't notice him.
Cheng had the opportunity to chose - whether to run for his life and become one of the most innovative humans in the world, or he could risk his life and save his beautiful and lovely wife. He turned around and walked towards the door.
Meanwhile, the wife lay on the bed, unaware of the proceedings in the corridor. She kept altering her pose in her bed, feeling uneasy about the sudden flash of light making her mind run out of its mind. She crept up her sheets to cover her face from the blinding lights, but all her actions were worthless. She could still see the light pass through her sheets. She felt a sudden tug on her sheet. Thinking it was her husband playing a night prank, she pulled back the sheet. Albeit, the tug got stronger after every pull she made. Pissed off, she semi-consciously got up and slapped him. The contact she made wasn't on skin, but rather on fabric. Feeling bemused, she slightly opened her eyes to look at its face. After a couple of seconds of adjustment, a sudden pang of realization hit her. She noticed that there was no face, but a white cloth-covered like oval shaped face. She had heard of him when she was a child, in stories retold by her mother. A urban myth, it was. Now she understood the reality - it wasn't a myth after all. Slenderman is back. The Slenderman leaned back and stood 7 foot tall, nearly touching the ceiling. He reached out his arm and it elongated at his will. She sat there, motionless, alike her husband. The hand reached out to her, wavering in the air.
Not too far away, Cheng lay on the grassy flood, dead as a post with his face disfigured.
Cheng was selected as the team leader to design something almost improbable; a way to charge an electronics wirelessly. He had been breaking his head to figure out different way to to solve this problem. His dustbin was overflowing with crushed paper.
After hours and hours of experimenting with ideas and evaluating numerous different means of solving the problem, he had done it. He had come up with a simple but brilliant idea. 'How had no one else thought of it before?' he wondered. He was certain his solution would change the course of electronic history. His name would be just as famous as Tim Berners-Lee, Charles Babbage and all the other 'heroes' who shaped the world into what it is today. He also fantasized the future generation babbling on his discovery and learning about it in high school. He imagined the students cursing him for being so innovative and extraordinary for creating something that the Computer textbook would dedicating semester learning his life and his inspirations. Cheng gave a small smirk. Wait until his wife hears about this. Assured that tomorrow would be the best day of his life and so will tonight, he went back to his room. Little did he know that tonight would be his last.
He went passed the room that spooked both of them for quite a while. In the middle of the night, flashes of green light would emanate inside those doors and would light up the hallway. Engulfed by fear and faintheartedness, they locked the door to forbid the inside 'thing' from escaping.
He crept up the bed, excited to tell his wife. He shook her, but she just gave a cacophonous groan and continued sleeping. He, tired as he already was, also slept.
In the middle of the night, Cheng had to excrete his bodily fluids. He got up the bed. It make a loud creak which broke the midnight silence. The floor, which was half eaten by termites made a creak everywhere he went. he opened the door, and progressed into the dark corridor. Half eaten by sleep, he opened the door. The handle was hard to twist, but due to his pressure which was brewing inside his body he used all his force. It was like the last of a wounded animal; it would give its every strength. With mighty force as powerful as a tornado's wind, he opened the door. As he entered, he smelled something unusual. Something you wouldn't smell in a bathroom at the dead of night. As he opened his zip to unleash the pressure.
He washed his hands, flushed and walked back. The sound and him walking back made feel like Iron Man - walking the other way of the explosion. He walked down the silent corridor. For a second, he was struck by the thought of being alone again. But then he told himself, 'Get a grip, you get laid almost everyday now.'
He made a huge grin, so big that he could advertise for Whitening commercial. As he was walking back, the corridor lit up with green light. It was from that door again. He froze as quick as water in Antarctica. Stoned to his position, he watched it grow in brightness. It was bright for a long time and all of a sudden, the corridor turned dark. Cheng could hear himself breathing heavily. In a matter of seconds, there was a deafening bang on that door. He could feel his legs breaking apart. The loud banging continued for a while. The monster inside was trying to get out. Cheng would have peed his pants, only if he had any left. The door kept being hit until the door fell. The cold air from the door falling on the floor covered Cheng's face and made every hair in its body erect.
Slowly, an elongated silhouette of a tentacle like structure appeared in the hallway. As it emerged, every muscle in Cheng's body denied to flicker. Instead of running for his life, his body stayed glued to its position like a stamp on an envelop. The tentacle developed in size and stature. A obscure oval shaped face emerged, followed by a slender body and a long pair of legs. From where Cheng was standing, he could see the odd shape against the moonlight. His blood froze as he realized it was heading towards the master bedroom, where his beautiful wife slept in peace. The 'alien' didn't notice him.
Cheng had the opportunity to chose - whether to run for his life and become one of the most innovative humans in the world, or he could risk his life and save his beautiful and lovely wife. He turned around and walked towards the door.
Meanwhile, the wife lay on the bed, unaware of the proceedings in the corridor. She kept altering her pose in her bed, feeling uneasy about the sudden flash of light making her mind run out of its mind. She crept up her sheets to cover her face from the blinding lights, but all her actions were worthless. She could still see the light pass through her sheets. She felt a sudden tug on her sheet. Thinking it was her husband playing a night prank, she pulled back the sheet. Albeit, the tug got stronger after every pull she made. Pissed off, she semi-consciously got up and slapped him. The contact she made wasn't on skin, but rather on fabric. Feeling bemused, she slightly opened her eyes to look at its face. After a couple of seconds of adjustment, a sudden pang of realization hit her. She noticed that there was no face, but a white cloth-covered like oval shaped face. She had heard of him when she was a child, in stories retold by her mother. A urban myth, it was. Now she understood the reality - it wasn't a myth after all. Slenderman is back. The Slenderman leaned back and stood 7 foot tall, nearly touching the ceiling. He reached out his arm and it elongated at his will. She sat there, motionless, alike her husband. The hand reached out to her, wavering in the air.
Not too far away, Cheng lay on the grassy flood, dead as a post with his face disfigured.
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