The Horrors Of Woodland College

1972

Carrie view:

He was the scariest person I ever met in my life and trust me I've met a lot. He was tall and had long shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes, a white mask that goes up to his eyes hiding his mouth, a rolled up dress shirt with old blood on it and rolled up blue jeans with rips on them. It was also covered in blood as well and he was barefoot. Now why on Earth would a killer be barefoot? Wouldn't that kind of be dangerous for him, especially with girls in heels. Eh not my problem there.  It seems like I saw him before but, I can't think where and when. He looks like one of the teachers I bumped into last week. His name was Mr. Donald I think or something like that. But Mr. Donald wouldn't hurt any students and risk his job would he?

"Who are you? What do you want?" I asked him as he came closer and closer to me.

He stopped and turned his head looking down at me. The knife he was holding already had blood on it from someone else. My heart was in my stomach and I could not move even if I wanted to. I was trapped against a wall and either two things were going to happen: One, I was going to die, or two I was going to be tortured then killed. Either way I was gonna die somehow.

"Why is it every time I go to kill someone they always ask the same stupid questions? It gets annoying you know being asked. Then I have to go on and on and tell them everything. For starters I am going to make your life hell Miss Nicholson. It won't be like my other victims, you see you are special to me. I won't kill you right away, I might not even kill you at all."

Why me? I have done nothing wrong, I never got a bad grade in school, I always went to school. As I tried to run away I felt his hands on my waist pulling me against him. I could feel his hot, breath against the back of my neck.

"Don't be afraid Carrie, you won't die hear if that is what you are thinking. Like I told you, you are special and I can't kill you just yet."

My heart was now in my shoes. Even though he says I am not going to die now, I still think I will. It will happen sometime, because he does not seem like that kind of person to let someone go and not kill them. Either that or he wants something from me, the question is what? His left hand moved from my waist to the front of my neck. He turned me around so that I came face to face with him. I froze, there was no hope for me now. His right hand still on my waist he lifted up my chin and his lips met mine. But, it did not last long as I was thrown to the ground onto a mat. I did not want to look up but I did to see him with a rope in his hand. He was going to tie me up and who knows what will happen after that.

"Stand up!" He demanded

I did as he said and I turned around and lifted my hands out to him. He instead turned me back to face him and lifted my hands up to tie them. After he tied them he then again throw me back onto the now spread out mat. I knew I was in deep trouble at that moment. My skirt was ripped off along with my underwear and bra. Before I could scream his hand was over my mouth, tears were rolling down my eyes and my mind went blank. It seemed like forever until he finally stopped and then he was gone. I turned my head to the left to only see blackness, but on the floor was a note written in blood:

"Tell anyone about this and I will kill you. Remember I know where you sleep and your family. Don't test me Carrie this is just the beginning."

-Slasher

My hands were untied and the mat was covered in blood. Blood was even running down my legs. I could feel something running down my cheek and I had no idea what it was. I reached up to touch it and I brought my hand down to see what it was, it was then I realized that it was blood. My hand started shaking as more fear entered my mind, not only was my virginity taken away from me but now he has marked me. I got up from the mat and look down at where my cloths were throw. My skirt was in two, my underwear was gone, my shirt was ripped and my bra was covered in something white and sticky. Before I went to the nurse office I made sure I was covered so I went back to my dorm and grabbed my robe. My roommate was asleep and I did not bump into anyone else. I made it to her office and Mrs. Jane was inside working on another student, looked like my old friend Max. Max came out of the nurse office and I went inside not looking at Max.

"Looks like you got into one nasty fight. There are no internal injuries and you should heal in a few weeks. But I have to say you will have a scar on your cheek, it is not deep enough for stitches. Carrie what ever happened you can tell me, I won't tell anyone." She said after I came out of the bathroom.

"I can't, he said if I told anyone he would kill me. I can't risk that nor my family being injured. All I can say is he knows my name and that this is just the beginning."  

Two weeks later:

I was sitting in my dorm room, listening to my music when my roommate came in. She had just returned from South America on a family business trip. Her father is a doctor and her mother is a photographer.

"Hey Carrie, how was your winter break?" Maria said.

"Oh, you know same old, same old. How was yours?"

"Eh, around the same as yours. South America is kind of boring you know. Say when did you get that scar on your cheek?"

"Long story really but, everything is ok now. What classes do you have this term?"

I did not feel comfortable talking about what had happen even with Maria. I mean she is my roommate and my best friend but this was way to personal for me to tell her. I know best friends tell each other everything but this was too dangerous for her. Plus the Slasher told me not to tell anyone or he would kill everyone I know and love. But, the good news is, if there was any today was that I have not seen him since then. Maybe he was fired or he died somehow. Whatever happened to him I hoped I would never have to see him again.

I opened my eyes as my alarm clock went off at 6:00 a.m. to get ready for class. Maria was already dressed and ready to go because she has class at 6:30.