Jason’s Chute

I will forever regret renting this 7th story apartment.

July 5, 2017. Atlanta, GA.
Finally got everything moved and settled in, loving life being in a city but not too big of a city. See I was always used to small towns. This though, this was just big enough and ideal. I was from job to job for a while with plenty of restaurant experience, but what stuck with me the most was a local IHOP. The pay was great and was moved up as manager in a matter of months.

July 8, 2017.
Loving life and my new apartment here, 706, well until that was. I had just finished brushing my teeth when all of a sudden I happen to notice a hooded, cloaked figure in the mirror with red eyes and a fang toothed grin. I turned around and he seemingly vanished.

July 13, 2017.
No sign of the figure, calm and normal.

July 14, 2017.
He only wanted me to think that. As I was lying in bed tonight he appeared floating above me, this time much more menacing than the last. “What do you want?” I asked. “You’re entire soul” he replied. “Think about it Jason, this room is 706 for a reason. No one stays in here because 7 + 6 is 13 dumbass. Now we will let Satan deal with you…”

???, ???.
I-I… think I woke up, not sure where though. It’s hot, very, very hot. I hear things, s**t, see f*****g things, not sure what to do…

And there I was, I merely glanced up to see two big glowing yellow eyes, horns, hoofs, and flames…

Then and there I knew, I was face to face with the devil…

  • Puddin Tane

    It’s too rushed and sloppy.

  • Jed

    1/5 ?????

  • BEN


  • IronMosquito

    His room number should’ve been 0, like what this story deserves as a rating.