A Nice Day, To Die Late

My third horror story that i've wrote. WARNING: THIS ONE IS GOREY

A Nice Day, To Die Late.

BEEP BEEP... BEEP BEEP. Your alarm clock goes off, 7:15 am, almost time for school. While getting dressed you start to brush your teeth and do your normal things, like a normal teenage boy, make your lunch, pack your bag, maybe do a little bit of homework. The normal stuff, anyway. You walk outside towards your bus stop where it always is... Monday threw Friday, As you get onto the bus you let out a long yawn, and sit down in an empty seat in the back, as you lean back to relax you feel this lump on your back, bending forward it follows. Great gum on my brand new shirt. You think to yourself as you scrape it off the chair and your shirt.

Fifteen minutes later the bus stops outside the front of the school and you get off, it is cloudy and just starting to rain, a sigh fly's out of your throat without control, and you enter the school. a long day made short, it was boring. You hung out with friends, skipped classes, had a few smokes. Things you do when you don't understand why they jail us in this horrid place. After school while walking to the park, you see a dog. nobody around the dog, nobody to be seen. As you start to approach the lost dog, it starts growling and showing its teeth, you back off and sit on a bench relatively far away from the dog. Still no one comes to claim it, the dog walks away and you check out what it was guarding, to your own surprise you find a leash, some blood, and some sort of skin.

You don't really think anything of it, and start to walk around the park, the sun now setting over the park pond, you sit and watch quietly and calmly. While watching the sunset, you hear a dog start to bark and a women start to scream, you get up as fast as you can turn around just in time to see the wild dog pounce onto the screaming woman, the dog bites at her face, tares her apart limb from limb. The dog just sits there, wagging his or her tail, proud of its catch it starts eating, your gag reflex starts, and you reach into your pocket to call the police. Now pitch black, you cant see anything but the light of your phone screen, which is barely bright as it is. Dialing the number you hear footsteps behind you.

BAM

You drop to the ground holding your head, rolling around, the blood slowly seeping threw your fingers, you attempt to crawl away but....

BAM

Hit in the head again, your eyes shut and you pass out. You awaken in a dark enclosed room, with no feeling in your arms or left leg, you attempt to stand. To no prevail you fall, wishing it was a dream you shut your eyes and let yourself drift off, the blood loss helped with getting asleep

BANG... BANG... BANG... SPLAT.

The enclosed rooms door was being hit, with something... no tool or weapon, it sounded like someones head.

Blood slowly seeped under the dimly lit doorway, grabbing your head you feel sharp pains from where the club hit you, you fall over into the pool of blood, crying you attempt to stand again. Covered in blood and tears streaming down your face, you successfully stand. Walking forward you reach the door, it swings open, sending you flying to the back of the room. 

BANG

Your head hit the wall hard, and a figure starts walking towards you dragging a corpse in one hand and a club in the other, he murmurs some words. Raises his club, and slams it down. Missing your head and breaking your arm and shoulder. The pain so strong you couldn't breath you panicked and tried grabbing for the club, but grabbed the dead woman instead, you pull back, and watch him raise his club again. BANG... he hits your other shoulder breaking just your shoulder this time. you start screaming, pain and adrenalin running threw your veins, still awake you watch him raise his club one last time. Before he slams it down, you close your eyes... and the pain stops... you are dead.