Short Horror Stories

It was all darkness and a pint shade of red. Although it's a bit scary, I still love being here. For three whole months I stayed here, all I could here was that drum-like sound of your heart beat, and that borborygmus sound your belly make when you're hungry. I like being here because it always felt like we're connected. Whatever you ate and drank, some of those are inside me now. Although I want to stay with you, I don't want to stay a burden. I know you don't want me here cause it would ruin your life and career, and I never did wish for your downfall. But I'm still wishing for you to please let me live.

I can feel it now, slowly I am being suck. I tried to struggle, climb my way back to your w.o.m.b, hoping that you might change your mind even in the last few minutes. "Please mom, let me live" in my mind I plead. Some of your blood were being removed while I, am about to be suck by that vacuum. Alas, I gave up. No matter how many times I struggle, it'll only make things harder for you. The more I tried to live, the more you get hurt. I guess there's no other choice then. If that's what you want then mom. If that's what will make you happy(I hope it will). Then I won't try to live anymore. I loosen my grip, my body is now being remove from my mother's w.o.m.b. In a suction machine, I was being aborted.