Scary Short Stories

Revenge

I lay awake in bed. I can hear them. Clawing away at my bed. I squeeze my eyes shut. If I ignore them, they'll go away. I pull the covers up over my head, trembling. But then the comforter is ripped off my bed. I curl up tight, tears running down my face, and fall back asleep, blocking out the strident screams.

I wake up the next morning with my covers over my head, my face streaked with tears. I throw the covers off, wipe my face, and stand up. I show up to school in my usual attire, all black. I spot the freshman I usually pick on, and I stride towards him. He glances this way and scurries away when he sees me. But I catch him.

"Why do I do this?" you may ask. You wouldn't understand. My life is not easy, you all have it so good. I live with my stepdad, my mom died in a car crash when I was seven. I'm eighteen. I'm still upset about it. It was my stepdad that crashed into her and killed her. Because he was drunk. But he was the one who walked away fine. I hate my stepdad. I hate him more than myself.

I grab ahold of, what's his name, Billy, I think and drag him away as he whimpers slightly. He stays silent with his head down as I do my usual to him, shove him in a locker. At the end of first class, I reopen the locker and he dashes out towards the exit of the school. I never saw him again.

I go home the day they announced Billy's death with my fists clenched. He killed himself. Because of me. My stepdad found out everything. A girl I know saw me shove Billy into a locker and snitched to the principal, who told my stepdad. When I face him, he gives me a slap straight to the face and grounds me forever. I go straight to my room and go to sleep. I got expelled from school. And now I'm grounded for life. Well what life now?

I pull the covers over my head again and cry myself to sleep. I know they'll be back. I prepare myself. At midnight, they return. The covers are ripped off. But this time, I don't curl up and clench my eyes shut; I open my eyes and face them. I see their faces, black. Their eyes, red. Their bodies, long and skinny. And I see Billy. But he isn't human. He is a ghost. But his eyes are red. And his fists are clenched. He yells something loud that I couldn't make out. And my eyes remain open as they rip me apart.