The Active Shooter
© 2016 Paul DeThroe
Excerpt from Nightmare Worlds, Collection of
Weird & Frightening Tales
“What the hell was that?” a young
lady and I asked in unison, confused about the firecracker sound that just rang
out from the office area. Then another gunshot was heard, this one followed by
horrid screams from the girls in the office. Several more shots rang out in
short order. Then eerie silence replaced the harrowing screams. Everyone in the
shop stood still and stared at the glass door which separated the shop from the
office. No one dared speak a word.
I felt like an anvil had been placed
in the center of my chest. My nerves were so racked, I couldn’t breathe, and
I’m certain everyone else was affected in a similar manner. We had no idea what
was happening, but we knew it was horrendous when a chorus of woeful moans
began to cry out from the office area only to be silenced by two more gunshots.
When Ralph busted through that door,
we were all in a state of shock. He was dressed from head to toe in black,
which contrasted sharply with the cheap suits he normally wore to work. He
looked like an aging SWAT team warrior, as most of his apparel was armored, or
bullet proof. He held a gunmetal black .45 caliber pistol in one hand and a
chrome Glock 9mm in the other. There were several clips of ammo clipped around
his waist and a sub-machine gun hung menacingly around his shoulder. I remember
his eyes being so filled with hatred that a sense of foreboding instantly filled
the room.
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