Glitch by Amir Ahmed

Author:Amir Ahmed [Ahmed, Amir]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: horror, scifi, weird, video games, disappearances, glitches, creepypasta, glitch, stalker men, level zero
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Wind surged over us, driving into my chest and sucking out my breath. It tore away my voice, knocked away my sense of balance, and roared inside my ears, making me deaf.

Laurent shouted something next to me. It sounded like ‘shit.’

I blinked my eyes open. The sky flashed in my sight: dark blue sky, clouds crashing into each other like waves in a storm.

We stood on a square of light grey concrete spotted with a few metal boxes. The boxes looked like air vents, communications equipment.

Where was the horizon?

Buildings towered around us. Buildings with no bottom in sight. No traffic, no pedestrians.

“Shit,” I said. I didn’t hear myself.

We’d landed on top of a skyscraper.

The evening sun slashed orange fire on the buildings around us—a forest of glass and steel needles, encircled lazily by hawks, reaching—shooting—up to the crashing, churning clouds.

Directly behind us, the CN tower loomed—larger than anything. It looked strange from such a high angle, almost alien. A blue line at the top hub signaled the construction of the new Tower Walk I read about in the news. Over the lake, an orange sun blazed on the water. I turned away but still felt the faint heat on my cheek.

My fingers curled up, pale and bloodless. The wind was faster here. It was colder too. My body temperature was unravelling like a thread.

Amrith hugged himself and bounced up and down. Josh tugged his hoodie tighter. Only Lena seemed unbothered by the cold. She surveyed the roof, and pointed to a concrete outcrop—a door. The door was industrial green, set in a concrete box at the corner of the rooftop. It looked so safe. So warm.

I took a careful step towards the door. The wind snaked beneath my feet. My feet wavered on the ground and I struggled to keep balance. Walking here was like walking on the ocean floor—filled with currents and pressure.

This’d make a good post for Stranger Danger—I could call it “as the hawk flies.” Write about the urban jungle. Greg would get to use his camera.

Someone shouted. I didn’t make out the words. Just kept on taking crude, clumsy steps towards the box.

The sinking sun cast long, thin shadows on the ground. As we neared the box I saw a hint of traffic in the streets below. I couldn’t see the people or cars in the light-blur, but I saw shadows—small and distinct—trailing after their owners.

The streets lay deep, deep down.

My mouth tasted sour.

Lena got to the box first. She grabbed the nickel-plated door knob. She turned, pulled, rattled it, but the door didn’t move.

This was not the brilliant escape I had in mind.

I edged closer to the box and the wind slackened. The release swung my balance off. I felt like a swimmer out of the ocean. I fought not to fall on my ass.

“No go,” Lena shouted. She looked over at Josh. Josh nodded and left the group. He walked absurdly normal—hands shoved into his hoodie pocket, head bowed like a dog smelling out tracks.

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