This is in honor of October, also known as the month of horrors! Be prepared! There will be multiple parts, and they will become increasingly gory and graphic with each one. But, never fear, Scott and Mitch are...something...in this! :)
Love you all, my darlings!
Scott looked around the dark room. The lights had just gone out in the building, and the silence that ensued was unusual. You would be surprised by how many guys could scream like a girl when something scared them. Scott had experienced the high-pitched noise first hand when the fire alarms went off a week earlier. He had exited his dorm with his roommate, Mitch, when a herd of guys went running down the hallway, screaming at the tops of their lungs. He had to do a double take to make sure they were all, in fact, male.
Scott rose slowly from his bed. He had been chilling around and watching YouTube. He should have been studying, but oh well. Scott was a music major, and he was lucky enough that anything music related came easily to him. He went to the door, being careful not to step over anything on the floor. Mitch was a rather neat person, but Scott was tired a lot and so threw his clothes wherever they deemed fit to land.
Craning his neck down to gaze through the peephole, he saw no one on the other side of the door. That was weird. This whole situation was progressively becoming creepy. Logically, there should have been some people outside of the dorms in the hallway, either trying to contact the RA or seeking comfort with friends. Even Mitch hadn't come back from the bathroom yet, and Scott knew for a fact that Mitch hated the dark. He would have come rushing out of the bathroom and bang on the door as loud as possible, screaming and cursing at Scott to hurry up and open the door.
But he wasn't.
And that spooked Scott.
He slowly opened the door to find the hallway deserted and the building to be filled with an eerie silence. He grabbed his room keys, wallet, and phone before stepping out into the hallway. He walked towards the doors that led to the lobby, checking over his shoulder every once in a while in case someone appeared and, trying to be funny, snuck up on him. He reached the doors and tried to push them open.
Only to find that the both of them were locked.
Scott was confused. There was no way those doors could lock. They were never locked. The outside doors were, of course, but the doors between the hallway and the lobby were always open. He constantly heard the door click shut during the day and even during the night when it turned quiet, which was not often. Scott lowered his shoulder into the door and rammed against it. It resulted in a pain in his shoulder but not an open door.
Utterly perturbed, he began to the other end of the hall. He pulled out his phone to find it dead. He cursed in his head. Great, just what I need. I'm apparently locked in a dark building with no phone service. This is like some bad horror movie.
The other door opened, luckily, but Scott walked no further after the door was opened.
Because there, right by his foot, was a dead body. Scott gasped and stumbled back. He recognized the body as one of the guys on the same hall as him. He believed his name was Alex. Scott didn't know him well, but they had talked about their shared love of alcohol one time at a frat party. The sight of the boy's bleeding and cold body almost made Scott puke. He couldn't have been dead for too long. The body would have started to smell if he had. Scott backed away and leaned against the wall, trying to straighten his thoughts and clear his head. If he wanted to get out of here, alive, he obviously needed to formulate a plan.
Scott gently stepped over Alex's body and gazed around in the dark back room. The TV was off, and the furniture appeared to be in the same place it had been in earlier that day. Scott darted, quietly, to the exit of the building only to discover it, like the front door, was locked and would not open. He cursed under his breath and threw his phone against the floor. It was useless, anyhow. He would not have need of it.
Wait, if there's a murderer here, he obviously has to have some way of getting around this building. Scott considered possible routes for a moment. The stairs!
He ran to the stairs, being mindful that any small noise could be heard in the silence. Sadly, he had no control of the loud sound of the door when it closed behind him, efficiently putting him in the stairwell. He went up to the next floor which was an all-girls floor. Surely there would be girls around. If the guys were all out on the town or passed out, they would be in their rooms. Therefore, they wouldn't be out and about. The girls, however...there was bound to be one or two milling around somewhere. And as much as Scott wanted to escape, he would be damned if he left someone in the building to be helplessly murdered.
Scott was not wrong. When he opened the door to the back room of the third floor, he heard the soft whimpering of a female. He peered behind the couch to find a small girl with long, blonde hair curled into a ball. "Hey," he whispered.
The girl went to scream in shock and fear, but Scott placed a hand over her mouth. "Shh! You don't want him to hear us! I'm here to help. He's already killed one of the guys on my floor. I came to see if anyone else was still alive."
The girl threw herself into his arms, tears soaking into his shirt. "I saw someone walking around in the front lounge, but I couldn't see his face. I was going to knock on the door of one of my friends, and I saw someone I didn't recognize. It was dark, so the first thing I did was hide. I saw what looked like a knife and freaked."
Scott nodded. That would explain where all the blood from Alex came from and the shape of the puncture wounds. From what he could tell, the knife must be pretty large to make gauges that deep. "We're going to get out of here, but we have to be quiet and stealthy. Stay by me. If all else fails and you need to get away, take the stairs. They're the only way out. The outer doors on the floor are locked. Whoever did this is smart and planned ahead of time."
The girl was silent for a moment. "You don't think one of the students is doing this, do you?"
Scott shrugged. "I don't know who's doing this, but I'm going to try and find out. One of my best friend's is missing, and I'm not leaving him here to fend for himself."
The girl nodded. "I'm Kirstie, by the way."
Scott wrapped a comforting arm around the obviously shaken, smaller girl. "I'm Scott. It's nice to meet you, Kirstie. If we survive this, we need to get some milkshakes, big time."
Kirstie giggled softly. "Agreed. Now, should we go to the next floor?"
Scott nodded. "There's only five floors. He wasn't on mine, and he doesn't seem to be on this one anymore. We have three more floors. We're bound to run into him somehow."
Kirstie froze. "What do we do if we do run into him?"
Scott glared at the wall. "I'm going to beat the shit out of him, especially if he hurt Mitch."
Kirstie placed a hand on his arm. "Let's just survive first, alright?" She took in a deep breathe when a beep sounded above them. "That's the elevator."
Scott cursed again. "The bastard is using the elevator. We can't get to it, and he knows that. He's banking on us not taking the stairs because everyone suspects the murderer to be in the stairs." He grabbed Kirstie's hand. "Come on. The faster this is over, the happier I'll be."
"Not if we're dead," Kirstie mumbled under her breath.
