Short Horror Stories

Nightmarish imagination

The booming music seems to force my heartbeat to beat in the same rapid manner.

I already regret ever accepting the invitation, but it's too late to go back now.

Really the only reason I decided to go was because I have no friends here and how else am I supposed to make them if I don't go out?

Most people in my class are all huge extroverts and I am the complete opposite.

Bright lights flash around the dark house, leaving the windows and running over the dark, yet freshly mown grass.

I take another deep breath of fresh air, this might be the last one for a while after all.

In.

Out.

Finally I somehow gather some shreds of inner bravery, smile at my classmate I came with and walk towards the door.

"Damn dude, I almost thought you were going to turn tail now."

"I promised to go and thus I will."

My classmate, Evan laughs: "Man get knighted already."

A bit embarrassed I laugh sheepishly back.

The door before us opens, turning up the music even louder.

The host appears.

"Oh hey Evan!" Then he looks over at me: "And this is?"

"He's in our class and pretty chill."

The host looks at me and I see him dig in his head to find my name.

Quickly I take the initiative: "Hey, I'm Chris." And I stretch out my hand for a handshake.

The host smiles: "Good to see you know what fun is." He shakes my hand and lets us in.

His house is pretty big on the inside and it's clear that this wasn't the first time a party had been held here.

In the huge living room many people around our age are dancing, talking (well more like screaming and signing at one another to make themselves understandable) and of course drinking.

"So this is your first party?" The host asks over the loud music.

I nod.

"Just so you know, you don't have to worry that much about someone spiking your drink. We made it a rule that drugs are forbidden, though you do still have to be careful."

"Thanks." I'm not sure what else to say, but I guess it's his way of reassuring me.

For a moment I stare at the people before me.

The sight is a bit like that in one of those horror movies, where everyone is getting killed off one by one-.

No, no thinking like that!

Did my mind really have to make that link?

I look around me, but Evan and the host have both gone off to do their own thing.