Don't even

BEFORE YOU READ THIS PASSAGE, PLEASE NOTE THAT THE FOLLOWING MAY CONTAIN DARK AND DEPRESSING CONCEPTS, VIOLENCE, SCARY JUMPSCARES, DEATHS, GUNS AND OTHER GLOOMY ASPECTS THAT MAY TRIGGER OR SCARE YOU. SCROLLING FARTHER MEANS YOU ARE STATING I AM OK WITH THE WARNINGS STATED ABOVE.

Don't Even

By Seth Moore

(I'm not really the best with horror things)

It was a misty spring morning when everything felt horribly wrong. Bob, a local salesman, was going about his day, selling single toothpicks to people in the nearby neighborhood. Toothpicks, the most valuable resource in the world, cost 1 millionbilliontrillion dollars. Except, when Bob left the shop that day, he forgot to take the money out of the cash register. So he went back and was about to open the compartment when a random guy with a gun (with the safety off) walked in. He had no hair on his head. He looked like he couldn't even stand up. He looked a bit heady. "What are you doing in here, chump?" Bob inquired. "Shop's closed for today." 

"Ugh... I dun't know" the man stammered. "But give me yer money." Bob walked closer to the man, a little hesitant. 

"Please," Bob started. "You need to leave or I'm calling the---" Bob was cut off by the sight of a gun barrel pointed at his head. He could see down the barrel and could see the man was slightly serious. 

The man struggled to speak. "I could end yer life right now..." 

"Don't even. I could grab my pistol and we could have a stand off." All Bob heard after that was the sound of a trigger being pulled, and everything going black.