Try Not To Be Afraid Of The Dark (Very Short Stories) ~EDITING~

When The Lights Go Down, Death Comes Out To Play

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"Hurry up Olivia! Were going to be late for the party!" Lydia screamed up the stairs to my dopey, yet lovely best friend.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, but I think I need a bit of help.." she said, trailing of at the end of her sentence. 

Taking the stairs two at a time, Lydia ran to her room, expecting a big horror to unfold in front of my eyes. But the scene she saw in front of her was... hilarious! Olivia's hair was everywhere, it was so tatty and their were loads of random lilac bows dotted all over her head. 

"What the..?" Lydia asked her, trying not to laugh at the state of her hair. 

"Help, do something with it!" She screamed at me, throwing a hairbrush in my direction too.

"Okay, okay. Chill." Lydia said calmly, attacking her with a pair of straighteners and the brush, which was covered in glitter and all kinds.

And after about 20 minutes of pulling out ribbons and straightening every single strand of her hair perfectly, they were both ready. Both of them ran down the stairs as fast as we could, not wanting to miss the beginning of the party, and raced towards Lydia's car, jumped in and drove away to Elisa's house.

"Wow, look at the side of the house!!" Olivia half shouted excitedly.

"Yeah, I know right! Now lets get in and party!" Lydia said, giggling.

As they knocked on the door, Lydia noticed a dark shadow near the back door. It looked as if it was trying to hide behind the bins, but failing as you could still see the tall figure looming over. 

But at the time, she didn't think anymore about it; just put it over my head as a guest who was a bit drunk.

The party was alive already when they entered the posh Victorian mansion. Girls tottered around on their 6 inch heels, their skirts swaying around flashing everyone their knickers as they danced. Lads stood around, eyeing up the girls and swigging cheap beers straight out of the cans. There was no adults to be seen, so Olivia knew for once, that she could let my hair down without getting into trouble like last time.

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"Yeah, woo, loving this today..!" Lydia shouted, not even knowing what she was saying. It was obvious that she was drunk, from the way Lydia was standing on a mahogany table, dancing away and shouting random words. In fact, she was very, very drunk.

"Hey, girl want to come and have some fun upstairs?" a spotty, lad with his hood up asked Olivia, winking at her.

"Sure, come on then." She replied, winking back at him. She then grabbed him by the jacket, and hauled him up the stairs, her short skirt flashing up, exposing her knickers with every step. She too was drunk.

As they went to one bedroom and closed the door, Lydia suddenly realised what she was doing and jumped of the table. She then went in search of Olivia, as she had no idea that really her normally sensible friend was probably getting up to all kinds behind that closed door, with someone she hardly knew.

Lydia searched everywhere for Olivia; looking in every corner, the toilet, but she was nowhere to be found so she decided to look upstairs.

Opening the door that would reveal Olivia and her 'friend', she noticed that the light were not on, and therefore the whole room was covered in a blanket of black. She felt around the wall for the light switched and flicked it on. As she looked around the room, she saw a sight which made her freeze. There, hanging in front of her, was her own best friend Olivia. Blood was pouring out of a cut in her chest near her heart, and it seemed as if her heart had actually been ripped out of her body. Crimson splatters had been splashed everywhere; onto the bedding, the curtains and even the bedside table. And hanging next to her, was the boy that Olivia had went into the bedroom with. Exactly the same thing had happened to him too.

Then, a flash of lightening could be heard in the distance, and the lights suddenly went out. Screams of shock and terror rang in Lydia's ears, as she collapsed to the floor, her hands over her ears and her scared face buried into her knees.

"It's all a dream, all a dream. I'll wake up and everything will be okay again. It will be. I'll be fine, and me and Olivia will leave this house alive." Lydia muttered to herself, again and again, in a state of madness.

Then, mysteriously the house went silent. Not a soul could be heard from any part of the house. Carefully, Lydia crawled towards the door, flat on her face, and reached up to grab the doorknob. She turned it slowly, and pushed open the modern looking door away from her... Again, everything was unusually pitch black, and as Lydia pulled herself from the floor and felt her way around, heading forward each time. But she didn't peacefully leave the house, and never return again. Oh, no. Her hand caught onto a leg, then an arm, then eventually, a head. She screamed and screeched until no sound came out. But nobody could hear her. Everyone was dead; hanging from the ceiling with weird smiles on their faces. The lights turned out again, and Lydia was thrown into confusion. Then, her mind went blank and her eyes closed, just for a minute or two.

Lydia's eyes suddenly flickered open. She tried to move but she couldn't. Her body wasn't touching the floor, which unnerved her. She looked down, and saw that the floor was a long way off, and that her body was dangling in the air, attached to string at the top of the ceiling. Although the others were dead, Lydia wasn't. Lydia tried to open her mouth to scream and shout for help, but she couldn't; her mouth, as well as all the other teenagers mouths, were sewn into a smile. And now, Lydia would live, hanging; unable to speak, unable to move. Her life would be nothing but hell now. For eternity. After all, she was one of the undead...

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