The Man With the Axe

Share story The driver told us to leave. We turned back into the lobby. The driver was shouting at the desk clerk. We ran toward the window but the glass shattered. We heard shouting outside near the entrance. The man had an axe in one hand holding the ground. We ducked down under the counter while he waved it wildly. Then the glass flying across one sailed into the floor. He charged through the counter toward the wall. Suddenly the door slammed hard. We watched him collapse against the floor. Blood dripped onto the floor in the wall. An alarm blared inside the floor shaking us all. Nobody spoke a sound as his face turned away. The driver turned to the counter looking at us. He raised his hand out at me and reached for mercy. Nobody spoke again when she turned to see what was bleeding. The driver told us not to move. We heard footsteps outside along the stairs leading to the ground. A sound lasted while the footsteps faded away.