Cleithrophobia- The fear of being trapped

(Before we begin I'd like to say thanks to the one and only BennyBedlam and the spectacular MrCrowley667 for hosting this contest and allowing me to join!!!)

My name is Max.... Max Terrance and I'm going to tell out a story of my life....

Ever since I was younger I always had a phobia, a fear, a problem, whatever you call it. It was the fear of being locked in a space and not able to leave. When I was younger I went on a elevator but as it was going up, it stopped.

I was there alone. When I think about it I remembered how much of a wimp I was. Screaming and crying till a few hours later they let me down. I ran straight to my mothers warm arms as if running from a dark void.

Whenever I hear a lock click my heart races as fast as a cheetah, when I here a door close I feel as if I'm one second away from it all being over. It's been 17 years since the elevator incident. The day my fear came to surface. I headed out of my small apartment for my shift as a pizza boy. It's an ok job I don't need to drive my own car and it'll help pay the bills.

I take a deep breath taking in the air of the south side of Australia. I slowly walk out of my small complex wearing a pair of sweatpants and my delivery uniform. I was heading out in a slight pace as if I thought someone was behind me.

I was constantly checking behind me, as if I'd see a van coming to toss me in it or beast to pick me up and lock me in a giant cage to be its dinner.

Today I got a call way out to the outskirts of town. The order of some Benny N. He ordered garlic bread and pineapple pizza. I thought to myself about how much of an odd fellow this guy was while driving through the dimly lit street lights and bumpy roads of southern side of Australia.

Gone were the skyscrapers and well manicured lawns, in its place was graffiti and the ever pungent odor of shit.

I shortly arrived at Benny N's address walking past the dead trees and overgrown grass and pieces of broken cement. I stepped up to his door. Just as I was to ring the doorbell, I hesitated and took a breath I've done this route a thousand times but why did this house feel different?

Before I could even press the doorbell someone opened the door. His face was almost fully covered with his sweatshirt, and his jeans were slightly red from a liquid I could swear was blood.

I started to speak but I stuttered a bit from the intimidation I felt from the man. "H-here you are s-sir, your or-order." I said while sweating nervously feeling drops falling my forehead and down my face. "My order of pineapple pizza and breadsticks! Yes! Come on in!

I'll need to go grab my money!" He said and turned and skipped across the halls of his slightly ruined house. The paint was peeling off and he didn't want to know what happened to the rugs.

But as Benny N was skipping he noticed a slight limp every few skips.

He walked through to what supposedly was the living room of the building. There were 2 couches, a chair, and a really old box TV set. I took a seat and felt the couch move to adjust to my weight.

I heard footsteps from across the room, and a dragging noise, till whatever it was was dropped in the garbage.

I inched close to the wall placing my back to it. Trying not to been seen but at least hearing a bit from what ever Benny N was doing. It sounded like a lot of metal pieces hitting against each other. I swear I'm quitting this job after this delivery.

I heard a door open up and heard foot steps I dashed back to my seat, almost jumping back to it. "Hey sorry about that! I just had a bit of how do I put it? Trash... yeah! Trash to take out!" He said oddly too cheerfully.

I knew this guy was fucked up but I wanted to get my money and leave. "Oh yeah! Your money!" He said before I could even remind him about it.

"I got up off the couch and walked towards Benny in a slow pace. It felt like an eternity but I finally got to him and collected the money. I took a breath of relief Grateful that I was finally leave the presence of Benny.

I didn't even ask for a tip because how badly I wanted to get out of there. I awkwardly shuffled to the door I turned my head and moved my about to twist the door knob. I heard a swishing noise and excruciating pain to the back of my head.

I fell forward against the oak door and crashed to the ground. As I did I started  seeing blood starting to cover up my vision. Within a few seconds I felt something pull on me. Then it all went to darkness.

The past few days were a mix of entering and leaving consensus I saw Benny N arguing with some woman above about cleaning the dishes and taking out the trash.

When max awoke again, he started feeling around and noticed his hands were tried together by a old rope and as he looked up he heard steps coming down just to reveal Benny.

"Oh hello there dearie! Sorry you had to hear that. It was just me and the misses arguing. You understand right?" Said Benny while chuckling to himself. His head was swollen and vision still crowded I kept hearing voice among voice among voice. "ARGH!" He screamed out loudly finally wanting to get out of Benny's Idea of hell.

That's when the ideas came in I knew I was trapped and was going to die sooner or later.

What ever the man was planning  I knew that I'd be apart of it one way or another. "Easy there mate! You're gonna lose ye voice like that! Ay?" Said Benny all cheery don't worry I brought food especially for you!

The man stuck his hand into the bag that he brought down and pulled out a dead bird. It's gory intestines we're out on full display for Max and Benny to behold. "Eat up dear! Don't want to be hungry for tomorrow!" Said Benny cheerful as always as if it was normal to keep someone trapped in their basement. Thoughts started rushing to Max's brain. Has he done this before! What the hell is up with him and dead things! Were a few thoughts that crossed his mind.

Before max knew it Benny disappeared along with the bag. Max started to struggle a bit with his bonds and hopped a bit to where a lit candle was he put his rope over it and closing his eyes hoping it wouldn't burn him. But at this point he'd do anything to get out of the place.

He felt the flame trickle on to the rope and making his hands burn a bit but he started to feel the ropes get lost after attempting to keep his screams in until felt the ropes hall and his hands looking a bit brown. He ignored the pain from the candle until he was free.

He continued to walk though the basement and finally got a box cutter. That was next to 2 skulls and surrounded by organs. I would've felt disgusted but at this point I only had one thought left in my mind.

He continued to sneak up the stairs trying not to make any sounds except with the ocasional creek from above. He attempted to jimmy the lock open with the knife and somehow succeeded in doing so.

He continued to sneak up the stairs till he reached the part still trying to avoid looking at the mutilated body parts around.

He backed into a corner and looked at the room ahead seeing Benny eating what looked like a heart in a hot dog bun.

He finally reached Benny and as he came up behind him he struck him again and again with his knife feeling it enter and exit his body and break his bones over and over.

He heard Norman scream until it died down.... and then came back to laughter as over and over max stabbed him all around him.

"Just fucking die!!!" Screamed max while Benny laughing at him. "You can't kill me dearie! The devil made sure and soon he'll make sure you'll join me!!!" Benny yelled manically!

He saw what he was looking for a axe lying in the corner meant to cut wood. He had more devious purposes of them.

With a swift slice he removed the head from the body and watched it plop to the floor. He finally took a breath of relief until he noticed the noise the head was continuing to make! "Hehehehehehehhee! You can't kill me!!!" Benny's body began to move again.

Max kicked it over on its side and watched it wither around until he made his escape.

Max running as fast as he could to the oddly seen sunshine of the morning light.

He jumped into his car and threw in the keys in the ignition.

He drove home while checking behind him thinking that Benny was behind him but was just other people continuing with their lives.

When he got home he noticed something all the scars of the encounter were gone except one thing on his bicep. A Demonic mark.... he was just like Benny now.

The end....

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