Are you ready to solve a mystery in Secrets on Repeat?
Secrets on Repeat – For the next few blog posts, I’m going to be writing short stories, each one with a different genre. Today, we’ll start with… MYSTERY!
Secrets on Repeat
Blood dripped onto my face as I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. I wiped it off and stared at it running down my fingers. My heart beat rapidly and my eyes grew wide. “No…” I said breathlessly, throwing off the blankets and leaping out of bed.
When I looked at the ceiling again, the blood was gone. My hands were clean. I walked to the bathroom, and splashed freezing water on my face. As I looked up, my eyes were bloodshot and the warm liquid rolled down my cheeks. I screamed and rushed to get a towel. As I patted my face, I saw the towel was clean.
Heaving, I ran downstairs to the kitchen. Coffee was needed to wake me. I opened the can to scoop out the beans, then saw pools of blood inside. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I chucked the can across the room, sending beans flying. Pulling on a coat, I rushed outside and ran to the edge of the lawn.
Collapsing to my knees, I dug through the soft dirt using only my hands.
I flung the dirt behind me like a dog seeking a bone. Sweat covered my forehead, and then I saw it. Lying in the hole was the mangled, bloodied body of the man I killed. It was an accident. I couldn’t see in the dark! I was speeding, yes, but… he came out of nowhere.
What should I do? I asked myself, pacing as the sun rose. How do I get rid of this body? His blood is still all over me and my house. Quickly, I rolled him up in a tarp and loaded him into the back of my truck. I sped down the street, then honked incessantly when I stopped in front of my friend’s house.
She raced outside, tying her robe shut. “What the hell is going on?” she hissed, standing with me by the truck bed. I unrolled the tarp and pointed, feeling my throat close. “Come inside,” she said, her face turning white. “We can figure this out.”
I looked at the mangled body, then to her.
When I looked back again, there was nothing but a dirty tarp in my truck. I stared with my mouth wide open. “How? How is this possible? He was there! He was there!” I pounded my fists against the truck, then she grabbed my wrists. We struggled, but I calmed as I didn’t want to hit her.
She flung her arms around me and hugged me close. “I thought you were doing better,” she said, sobbing, “You told me you had moved forward. He died seven years ago. You served your sentence. Do you want to stay with me tonight?”
I collapsed on the pavement, hugging my knees to my chest. “Didn’t see him coming,” I said, rocking back and forth. I looked up at her, but she was gone. “Chloe?” I shouted.
“Did you hear what I said?” shouted an angry man standing on Chloe’s doorstep, “Chloe doesn’t live here! I’m calling the cops!” The man slammed the door, and I remained there. Silent.
“It happened again,” I whimpered, seeing the image of the mangled body in front of me. “When will this torture end?”
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