Short Horror Stories

Stress Reliever

Kim was an honored student in her college. She was sure she would get a scholarship sooner or later. But right now, she needed to focus on her upcoming exams.

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"Dilute hydrochloric acid... (a²-x²)¾dx... 6.02 * 10²³ 1/mol..." The night before the exam, she kept revising and revising. Suddenly, her roommate came in, skipping happily. "Hey, why are you studying so hard? You should party before exams!" She said. It annoyed Kim that there was someone who wasn't studying.

"No thanks. I'm not a party animal like you, Anne." She said. Anne pouted. "But you'll do well tomorrow!" She said. "Still, I don't want to party now." Kim said. Anne cursed below her breath and stormed out.

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65

That was the average mark Kim got out of 6 subjects. 65...

It depressed Kim so much. There's no way she would get that scholarship she was aiming for now. "Hey, are you okay?" Anne asked. "No I'm not. This is terrible." Kim said. "I'm stressed right now."

Anne slapped Kim on the back, "You should come with me! I know a good stress reliever!" Depressed, Kim just agreed on it.

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They entered the club with fake IDs, and was drunk in no time. At least, Anne was. Kim had no idea why she agreed in the first place. Anne dragged her to the dance floor, and began dancing. Kim wasn't having fun, however, as strangers kept bumping into her. Fed up, she went out of the building onto the sidewalk.

Alone, she walked through the cold night air. Turning to a darker road, she saw a staggering man walking towards her. Something in his hand glistened under the streetlight. It was a knife. He looked up at her with a crazed look in his eyes, laughing maniacally. She wanted to run, but found that she can't.

He kept getting closer, and when he's close enough, he raised the knife high. She screamed and turned to run. However, she couldn't turn, and she raised her arms high too. She hit the man in the face, much to her surprise.

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Hearing her scream, Anne went out to the sidewalk, staggering from the alcohol. "Kim?" She said to the still night. She saw a shadow dashing across the darker road and went there. To her surprise, she saw an almost dead man on the sidewalk, a knife buried deep in his chest. He was spasming, blood pouring out steadily from his chest.

"Kim?" She called out, but no one answered.

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Kim was running away, panting hard. Her face, clothes and hands were splattered and smeared with the man's blood. When he had raised the knife high, she had hit him in the face and the 'that' hard enough for him to get paralyzed for a second. And in that time, she stole the knife from him and stabbed him deep. She just realized what she had done after getting splattered with blood. She had just murdered a man, and she liked it.

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Kim went on her usual life, after her fright that night. She was walking to college when Anne bumped into her. Anne slung a hand over her shoulder, grinning widely. She seemed to have forgotten what she had seen the other night. But the anger in Kim raised. If she hadn't take her to the club, she wouldn't have gotten drunk, and killed a man. She shuddered at the thought.

"Hey girl, are you fine now? See? I told you the club's a good stress reliever." Anne said. Kim nodded, but inside, she knew the truth. Killing the man gave her relief, not the club.

Later that day, she got another bad score. She was depressed again, and this time she couldn't afford killing another person. Anne plopped down next to her and she saw that Anne's score was better than her. Anger bubbled up.

"Nice weather out here, huh?" Anne said cheerfully, sipping a soda. "Yeah," Kim nodded, "There's so many flowers and white clouds!" She said slipping behind Anne. "Flowers? Clouds? What are you talking about? I don't see them." Anne looked around. "Oh, but you will. Soon." Kim said. Anne threw her head back to see her, and saw a knife in the air instead. Before she could utter a scream, the knife cleanly cut her neck open.

Anne fell down from the bench, her head almost off, her blood staining the green grass. Panting, Kim ran to the bathroom. Thank god it was lesson time so the bathroom was deserted. She cleaned herself of Anne's blood and continued her day as if nothing happened. Since the murdered man incident, she always carried a knife under her clothes because she felt calm every time her skin touches the smooth and cold surface.

And every time someone annoyed her, she killed them with the same attack, the jugular cut cleanly open. Although she kill people quite a lot, she never got caught. That's just how skilled she is in killing people now. And she still roamed free in LA.