Horror and Thriller Fiction posted May 5, 2012

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Death in itself is nothing, but we fear.

The Breath of Death

by SemiSarah

The First Page Contest Winner 

 My name is James Dooley, and this is one story I must tell.

That day, I woke up in complete darkness.  Though my alarm clock told me 12:57, I didn’t know if it was day or night.  I hated that clock, always right, yet always out to confuse the shit out of me.    One thing I knew, it was Saturday.  I knew, because after I left work yesterday, I went straight to the bar.  This was Friday’s regimen, including Saturday’s rotten feeling caused by the ridiculous amount of booze consumption the night before.  That day was no exception, and no difference to every other week’s occurrence, except it was bloody dark outside.

I dragged myself out of bed and looked out of my living room window.   For the first time, I saw nothing at all from my downtown high rise view, 24 floors up.  Where usually lights filled the sky from the other neighboring skyscrapers, and the ambient light emanating from the bright LCD billboards down below, I only saw dark fog lurking at the edges of my window.  Thick creeping tentacles of fog slithered along my balcony floor. 
 I shuddered, it gave me the creeps. 

My head pounded, I didn’t give a rat’s ass about the reason for the darkness at the time.  I walked to my kitchenette and popped a couple of painkillers followed by a glass of water.  Half of it splattered the floor, but I didn’t care, just hoping my headache would go away.   I walked back to my couch in the living room, lit a smoke and turned on the TV. There was nothing of interest; I left it on for background noise. 
The couch was bloody uncomfortable; I decided to go back to the bedroom.   I stalled in the door way. 

Someone was in my bed!

I didn’t know if I should go in, or what.  As far as I could remember I hadn’t brought anyone home.  The nights were often left a blur, but I was positive, I hadn’t picked up any one at the bar or on the way home.  I went home alone that night, I was certain. 
I silently crossed the floor towards the other side of the bed, trying to sneak a peek. 
The next minute was the second worst thing that happened to me.  The person lying in my bed was a guy.   I bit my fist and all I could think about was what I had done the night before.
I brought home a guy,
he was in my bed. 
The same bed I had just gotten out of. 

“Hey, buddy!” I poked his bare back with my foot, but he didn’t move.   “Buddy!  Hey!  Get the fuck out of my bed.”  Again, no reaction at all.  I pushed him over from his front to his back.  The sight of what I saw next made me sick to my stomach.  I ran straight to the bathroom and threw up everything I had left including my painkillers.

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This one is exactly 500 words, excluding the title, and well this here. The art work, I actually drew years ago. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope I leave you hanging. muahaha.
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