My Dreams Are Fucking BRUTAL.
I looked at the street sign and sighed. I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere because I got off at the wrong bus stop and I don't have enough money to catch the next one. I looked at the gas station/restaurant and figured it was my only hope. Maybe someone in there would at least lend me fifty cents so I could use the pay phone to call for a ride.
I walked across the empty parking lot towards the restaurant. There was a young man wearing an apron that was just about to enter the restaurant.
"Hey! Excuse me!" I approached him and he turned around. I was surprised at what I saw. His eyes were sunken in and his blue eyes were so pale he had a ghost-like look about him. "Um...hi. Do you have fifty cents? You work here right?"
He looked uneasily towards the doors and nodded his head. "Yeah. Come on inside."
I followed him inside and immediately regretted my decision. It was dimly lit, and along the walls there were booths like any normal restaurant. Only this had children and young teenagers chained to the tables. Many of them had cuts and bruises and vacant eyes.
I turned to run from the evil place, but the young man grabbed my arm and whispered urgently in my ear, "If you want to live, put on an apron," and he shoved a blood stained apron into my arms.
Just as I slipped the ratted cloth over my head, a very large older man walked between the booths toward us. I froze, staring wide eyed at him. He was undoubtedly the largest man I had seen in my life. He was about seven feet tall with bulging muscles and angry eyes that warned everyone not to cross him.
He said nothing to me, just slapped me hard across the face. The blow was so hard that I fell to the floor, my whole head ringing. He then turned to the young man and said, "The dishes need to be done."
The young man helped me off the floor and led me to the kitchen in the back. I looked for a back door but didn't see one. I shook my head, trying to get the ringing to stop. "Who are you? What is this?"
The young man didn't even look at me. He just went to the sink of blood stained dishes. A cockroach crawled over my foot and I gagged, almost throwing up in the sink full of blood. He finally answered, "I don't know much. Nobody leaves here and if you do, he'll just find you. If he catches you in the act, he kills you on the spot." he paused then motioned for me to help wash. I started to rinse the stained dishes.
"What's your name?"
"Sam," he answered.
"I'll get us out of here." I whispered the last sentence really quietly, just in case. I was racking my brain for ideas when He entered the kitchen.
He punched Sam hard in the stomach. I jumped then backed away. Sam started to yell as he was being dragged out of the kitchen by his hair. My brain snapped and I ran after him.
"No! Stop!" I grabbed His burly arm with my hands, "Don't take him! Just kill me!" I'd said it before I knew what I was thinking and once the words were out of my mouth I became ten times more scared. Kill me? I don't wanna die! What the hell am I thinking?!
He dropped Sam and grabbed me instead, hauling me easily towards the entrance of the restaurant. I bit my lip so hard it started to bleed and I tried to keep from whimpering. He sat me down right next to the entrance, but chained my legs to the nearest table. If anything I'd only be able to stick my head out the door. Maybe cry out to a passing car for help? No, he'd kill me before anyone could even hear me.
Sam started to yell hysterically. I couldn't stand, couldn't see Sam. All I could see were the rows of children and teenagers, some of them crying, some of them just staring. Both Sam and the burly man came into my view again, between the booths. Sam was yelling at him. "I'm going to tell everyone what you're doing! What you're doing to all these innocent children! You're sick! You're fucking sick!" Sam started to run towards the entrance, towards me.
The man grabbed Sam by the throat and made him look into his eyes. "These aren't fucking children!" The man spit in his face and then pulled a knife out of his pocket, flicking it open with one hand. With his other hand still firmly around Sam's neck, the man reached over a booth and sliced open a young girl's neck, blood pouring down her neck. I could hear a disturbing gurgling sound and scooted as close to the wall as possible, trying to disappear. He threw Sam down on the ground and then moved down the rows of booths. He cut every single child and teenager's throat and Sam scrambled towards me. I could smell the bitter coppery smell of blood, heavy in the air. He finally approached both of us.
He pulled Sam away from me and pinned his forehead to the ground with the palm of his hand. With the knife he made quick, thin cuts across his face and down his neck. Then taking the knife he carefully and slowly started to pierce Sam's eye.
I closed my eyes and screamed.
Then I woke up.
I never want to go to a restaurant I've never been to now. FUUUCK THAT SHIT. This is still kind of a draft. I'm probably going to write a better story about it. I had to write this in only about an hour which is really hard for me! When I write it takes me about three hours. Haha! So yeah. This freaked me out. Jussayin.
TTFN. ♥
I walked across the empty parking lot towards the restaurant. There was a young man wearing an apron that was just about to enter the restaurant.
"Hey! Excuse me!" I approached him and he turned around. I was surprised at what I saw. His eyes were sunken in and his blue eyes were so pale he had a ghost-like look about him. "Um...hi. Do you have fifty cents? You work here right?"
He looked uneasily towards the doors and nodded his head. "Yeah. Come on inside."
I followed him inside and immediately regretted my decision. It was dimly lit, and along the walls there were booths like any normal restaurant. Only this had children and young teenagers chained to the tables. Many of them had cuts and bruises and vacant eyes.
I turned to run from the evil place, but the young man grabbed my arm and whispered urgently in my ear, "If you want to live, put on an apron," and he shoved a blood stained apron into my arms.
Just as I slipped the ratted cloth over my head, a very large older man walked between the booths toward us. I froze, staring wide eyed at him. He was undoubtedly the largest man I had seen in my life. He was about seven feet tall with bulging muscles and angry eyes that warned everyone not to cross him.
He said nothing to me, just slapped me hard across the face. The blow was so hard that I fell to the floor, my whole head ringing. He then turned to the young man and said, "The dishes need to be done."
The young man helped me off the floor and led me to the kitchen in the back. I looked for a back door but didn't see one. I shook my head, trying to get the ringing to stop. "Who are you? What is this?"
The young man didn't even look at me. He just went to the sink of blood stained dishes. A cockroach crawled over my foot and I gagged, almost throwing up in the sink full of blood. He finally answered, "I don't know much. Nobody leaves here and if you do, he'll just find you. If he catches you in the act, he kills you on the spot." he paused then motioned for me to help wash. I started to rinse the stained dishes.
"What's your name?"
"Sam," he answered.
"I'll get us out of here." I whispered the last sentence really quietly, just in case. I was racking my brain for ideas when He entered the kitchen.
He punched Sam hard in the stomach. I jumped then backed away. Sam started to yell as he was being dragged out of the kitchen by his hair. My brain snapped and I ran after him.
"No! Stop!" I grabbed His burly arm with my hands, "Don't take him! Just kill me!" I'd said it before I knew what I was thinking and once the words were out of my mouth I became ten times more scared. Kill me? I don't wanna die! What the hell am I thinking?!
He dropped Sam and grabbed me instead, hauling me easily towards the entrance of the restaurant. I bit my lip so hard it started to bleed and I tried to keep from whimpering. He sat me down right next to the entrance, but chained my legs to the nearest table. If anything I'd only be able to stick my head out the door. Maybe cry out to a passing car for help? No, he'd kill me before anyone could even hear me.
Sam started to yell hysterically. I couldn't stand, couldn't see Sam. All I could see were the rows of children and teenagers, some of them crying, some of them just staring. Both Sam and the burly man came into my view again, between the booths. Sam was yelling at him. "I'm going to tell everyone what you're doing! What you're doing to all these innocent children! You're sick! You're fucking sick!" Sam started to run towards the entrance, towards me.
The man grabbed Sam by the throat and made him look into his eyes. "These aren't fucking children!" The man spit in his face and then pulled a knife out of his pocket, flicking it open with one hand. With his other hand still firmly around Sam's neck, the man reached over a booth and sliced open a young girl's neck, blood pouring down her neck. I could hear a disturbing gurgling sound and scooted as close to the wall as possible, trying to disappear. He threw Sam down on the ground and then moved down the rows of booths. He cut every single child and teenager's throat and Sam scrambled towards me. I could smell the bitter coppery smell of blood, heavy in the air. He finally approached both of us.
He pulled Sam away from me and pinned his forehead to the ground with the palm of his hand. With the knife he made quick, thin cuts across his face and down his neck. Then taking the knife he carefully and slowly started to pierce Sam's eye.
I closed my eyes and screamed.
Then I woke up.
I never want to go to a restaurant I've never been to now. FUUUCK THAT SHIT. This is still kind of a draft. I'm probably going to write a better story about it. I had to write this in only about an hour which is really hard for me! When I write it takes me about three hours. Haha! So yeah. This freaked me out. Jussayin.
TTFN. ♥
Excellent.
ReplyDeleteI really liked it. Maybe a little more suspense before going into full up gore. Or transition into missing children and crying families looking for them...
Then the blood letting. But I liked it.