over the limit.”
“Well,” Robert said, truly annoyed already. “I thought you said you want to get home as fast as possible.”
“I don’t want to die going home!” Susan replied.
“Well... I just want to go to bed!” Robert looked at Susan.
Susan screamed as a doe walked in the road. Robert swerved the car, missing it, but wrecking in a ditch at the same time. He tried backing up, but it didn’t help.
“Now you won’t get to sleep.” Susan reported.
“I think I know.”
“Good. You’ll know why I’m going to say ‘I’m right’ for the next year.”
Rob looked at her. “Of course you will, Susan. Of course you will.”
The car lurched forward, revealing they weren’t in a peaceful ditch. They were dangling from a tree. Rob checked to see Susan learned the new climate. She did, by clutching the seat. One sudden movement could literally bring them down. Robert looked to see that his phone was in the back seat.
He slowly unbuckled the seatbelt and put his hand on the phone. He just touched it when the branches supporting the car cracked! The car fell to the dark abyss until it reached the bottom.
The windows were cracked. The hood was nearly off. The passengers were losing blood. Robert looked at his wife to say the last sentence he would ever say.
“Don’t worry.”
Tom was pacing back and forth. He couldn’t just throw his life in the dumpster. But yet again, he knew his death would be painful. He would try one more time to open the door.
He ran to the door with the chair. He looked up the stairs to see if his time is up. It wasn’t. But he could hear the ghost counting down.
“45.”
He stood on the chair and reached his arm down the window frame.
“40.”
He knew he was almost done for, even with the countdown ticking one second down.
“35.”
He reached the doorknob. Or was the doorknob broken off?
“30.”
It was off! He knew he had a couple seconds left.
“25.”
He hoped the back door wasn’t locked... Or broken.
“20.”
It was off. Maybe he could somehow fit through the window?
“15.”
Tom’s head was through. He was just fitting his body through.
“10.”
He fell down on the other side of the door! He was in the mudroom. Only one door left.
“5.”
He looked at the mirror in the corner.
“3.”
He could see words on it.
“ 2.”
What did it say? “I’m behind you”? What was it written in?
“ 1.”
Blood! He saw someone behind him. The ghost held a knife in its bloody hand and said the last two words Tom would ever hear:
“Don’t scream.”
Mini Bio
Jared Pfannenstiel is an aspiring writer and director. This is his first short story.
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