Short Scary Stories :)

Do Not Turn On The Light

She commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she realized she would have to pull a all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrows exam. Her roommate, Melanie, liked to go to bed early, so she packed up everything and went to study.

It was two o'clock, when she realized that she'd left one of her textbooks upstairs on her bed. With a sigh, she rose, and climbed the stairs to her third floor dorm room.

The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached her room and turned the handle as softly as she could pushing the door just enough to slip inside so that the hall lights wouldn't wake up her roommate.

The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her. It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her.

She could hear Melanie's breathing on the far side of the room -a heavy sound, almost like she had been running. Melanie must have picked up a cold from the last tense week of finals.

She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers, for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. Facilities would have to come and fix the sink in the bathroom....again.

Her fingers closed on the textbook. She picked it up softly and withdrew from the room as silently as she could.

Relieved to be out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into a overstuffed chair and studied until six o'clock. She finally decided enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she could get a couple of hours' of sleep before her nine o' clock exam.

The first of the sun's rays were beaming through the windows as she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken Melanie. Her nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her eyes registered the scene in her dorm room. Melanie was spread-eagled against the far wall, her throat cut ear to ear and her nightdress stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.

Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn't stop herself anymore from the cease wringing from her hands. All along the hallway, doors slammed and footsteps came running down the passage.

Within moments other students has gathered in her doorway, and one of her friends gripped her arm with a shaking hand and pointing a trembling finger toward the wall. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Then she fainted into her friends arms.

On the wall above her bed, written in Melanie's blood, were the words: "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?"