***Paranormal Metrou***(imported post) The Rusty Scissors : short creepy story Last year, I was flying home from a business trip and when my plane was delayed in an unfamiliar city. Forced to spend the night there, I searched online and booked a cheap hotel that was close to the airport. When I arrived at the hotel, I was disappointed by how dirty and shabby it was. I thought about trying to find another hotel, but everything was fully booked that weekend. When I got to my room, there was a heavy, unpleasant smell in the air. The whole atmosphere felt stifling and cold. I pulled back the bedclothes and found something strange on the sheets beneath. It was a pair of rusty metal scissors. “Ugh, this is terrible,” I said to myself. “The maid hasn’t even bothered to clean the room properly.” I picked them up in disgust and placed them on the bedside table. I was so tired that I couldn’t stay awake. I went to bed and decided I would complain about the scissors in the morning. Lying between the dirty sheets, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. In the middle of the night, I had an unusual dream. I felt a heavy weight pressing down on me and I got the strangest feeling that someone was watching me. Could feel the breath in my face and the smell still rancid still lingers in my nose. I’m not sure what time I woke up, but the room was still pitch black. When I reached out and switched on the bedside lamp, my hair stood on end. The rusty scissors were lying on my chest and the blades were closed on either side of my neck, digging into the skin. One more inch and the scissors would have cut my throat.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 03:08:04 +0000
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