Layers Of Fear

Layer 3

To understand the story note that the words in bold are the truth and the words normally written is the view of Class 2-H.
Read it once without reading the bold the read it again, this time reading it by replacing some parts of the story with the bold words.
Example:
She loved hated me.
Read it as "she loved me".
Then
Read it as "She hated me"

Remember the truth & the lie.

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She transferred to our Class 2-H in the middle of the term. Everything about her was odd. How she never uttered a word. And how her eyes never seemed to focus on anything. Her blank eyes.

Her name is Alice. That's what they call her. She sits at the back alone. Unresponsive.
She's disturbing.
I said hi once.

All I got was an eerie silence where she never looked up and stared at me for a moment before looking back front again. Her blank eyes didn't look at me. It fixated on something behind me. Something beyond me.

A boy tried to talk to her once. He said he didn't like how we were just ignoring her corpse and not even trying to remove it be friends. He didn't get it. It wasn't that we didn't want to. She wouldn't allow it. Her very being was disturbing.

The day after the boy didn't come to school. The day after that day and even the day after the day after that day. He never returned. When we asked the teachers where was he the teachers only replied:

Who? You murderers

Alice we call her. There is just one rule we have to follow.
Don't talk to her.

Another girl transferred in and stupidly decided to talk to her. A transfer student to transfer student kinda thing she called it.
Stupid.
Halfway through third period she screamed. Nobody turned round but we all knew what had happened. No one turned around to see the girl's corpse. It seemed to be missing something. A head maybe? The blood droplet that got on my shirt was annoying. I wiped it off.

It wasn't just the students that were affected, teachers too. That goody two shoes bitch. Her smile was annoying. Everyone thought so. Like the others she tried to talk to Alice the class. All she got was that empty stare and a disturbing silence. We didn't even try to help her. When we came into class the next day the whore greeted the class like usual before screaming. Ah again it happens. It's so annoying. Why can't anyone just understand that Alice is not of this world. Don't mess with what you don't understand. The teacher we started clawing at her face, ripping our her teeth one by one while the whole of Class 2-H watched joined in. We didn't even complain. You could almost say we were happy euphoric when that obnoxious grin of hers was gone.

The bell rang to signal the class ending and we left the classroom like nothing ever happened. Nothing did happen. Ask anyone in school. Nothing happens. Everyone in school agrees.

The next day we come to school. Her body is gone and Alice is at the back sitting there with her blank eyes. We like Alice. She doesn't annoy us.

Class 2-H. That's our class. The class with Alice. People always talk about our class. They praise fear us for being so obedient insane and cooperative psychotic. They don't know what we call ourselves though.

We say it's the class-to-heaven class-to-hell.

Alice is the best. She gets rid of all the annoying ones. We were scared and disturbed by her at first but now we loved her. It seems stupid to even have disliked her in the first place.

Someone in another class called her creepy.

We can't have that now can we? Class 2-H's precious Alice.

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The repetitive sounds of metal smacking flesh was almost rhythmic. A sort of tune we danced to. The battered remains of what used to be Rick Jordan from Class 2-F laid in front of us. Alice praised us. She spoke to us. Her blank eyes watched as we each took turns beating up the dumbass who called our precious Alice creepy.

Our Precious Alice.

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The students of Class 2-H laughed and congratulated each other on a job well done. They giggled and smiled while staring at Alice. The girl at the back. They didn't seem to understand why she never talked or why her eyes were blank.

A corpse. That's all she was.

Alice. Alice. Alice.

Their precious Alice.

Rick Jordan of Class 2-F didn't call Alice creepy. He called Class 2-H creepy. He paid for that. Never say that to them. He called their Alice a fake and dead. Rick wasn't the only one who said that. The other students chimed in.

The school was now littered with the bodies of students ranging from ages 13-18. The only sound heard on the school grounds were the laughters of Class 2-H.

The bell rung and Class 2-H took their places in their classroom. They answered the questions the teacher gave.
Teacher? You mean the bloodied corpse draped across the teacher's desk?
When the bell rung again the class stood up and said goodbye to the teacher. Alice praised them the last time. Alice will praise them again. They waved goodbye to the unmoving girl at the back as the walked along the bloodied corridor covered with bodies, with the occasional crunch of someone stepping on a corpse's body.

Alice. The first girl Class 2-H liked murdered.

Our Precious Alice.

Funny how quickly we can fall into insanity

All it takes is one small deed