Creepy Prom Night - Short Story

A.N.: This is inspired by the song “The End of Prom Night” by Snow White’s Poison Bite. The song made me think of Jeff and the gang coming in and crashing a prom and I just had to do it! I honestly wasn’t too fond of the band at first but after listening to the song for the 50th time, it started sounding good. XD God my prom felt like ages ago, and it wasn’t even that great of a prom xD Well I hope you guys enjoy my crazy imagination at work.

 

One Shot

Featuring Jeff the Killer and random OC Charis

I waited on the doorstep of my small home. I nervously looked at the time on my phone. He was ten minutes late and I felt crushed. My first prom on my senior year and I was going to be stood up? My best friend warned me not to accept his invitation, but how could I say no? I had been crushing on this dude since I started high school.

I pocketed my phone and looked down at the extravagant dress I was wearing. It was black with silver stripes that shone like stars. It was strapless and hugged my thin and very frail looking frame. I spun around and the folds of the dress billowed around me. I had dark, dark brown hair that fell just past my shoulder blades and my eyes were a deep olive color that had golden yellow rings around the pupils.

A car screeched into the front driveway and I recognized it as Matt’s. I picked up the front of my dress and jogged to the passenger side door, the loud metal music booming through his speakers. I could hear it before I even opened the door. I got in the front seat, seeing another couple in the back. Everyone was laughing and I could smell the alcohol and drugs on them. I squirmed, uncomfortable, but managed a smile as he pealed out of the drive way.

“Heey Charis, how are you doing?!” Derik screamed at me from the back seat so he could be heard over the music. Not wanting to strain my voice I gave him a thumb up and a big smile in which he patted my head pretty roughly. I laughed it off and turned back around, silently glancing to Matt who seemed to completely ignore me as he laughed and joked with the other couple. I recognized the girl but I didn’t know her name at all.

The ride was long and torturous and finally we arrived to the dance. Matt parked and stepped out of the car. I wasn’t sure if I would have to get my own door or if he would. I should have known better as he commanded me to hurry up. I huffed in irritation and helped myself out of the car. I walked beside him to the entrance of the gym.

There were a lot of students here, many of them I recognized but we had never really talked before. They were all just faces and names with no meaning. I only had one friend and she wasn’t here tonight. I was glad because she probably would have already threatened to rip my date’s penis off and shove it down his throat. Yeah, she was violent and very protective of me. I smiled thinking about her.

Once we were inside the gymnasium I waited for Matt to figure out what he wanted to do. I wasn’t sure what there was to do at prom. I knew there was dancing, but as I looked to the students grinding against each other on the dance floor I realized that I was not very fluent in this form of ‘dancing’. Long ago my father had taught me how to ballroom dance when I was just a little girl. He died since then, leaving me and my mother alone.

Matt seemed to decide on going to one of the tables. He grabbed my hand and led me as if I was on a leash. I kept my face down casted so I wouldn’t draw any attention to myself. He sat down at an empty table and pulled me into his lap, making my face flush with embarrassment. His friends joined him on either side and I listened absently to their conversation. All I could focus on was the small circles he traced on my hips through the fabric of my dress with his fingers.