Short Murder Stories

Bathroom Trick

In the voice of Lavina.

Wow.

That was one word that can sum up Mr and Mrs Gresta's mansion.

Wow.

As soon as I saw it, did I feel bad I was going to murder them? No. I would feel good and powerful. Me a 16-year-old vampire murdering some 35-year-olds. I would feel strong and powerful.

As soon as I arrived, I stepped into a scent of roses. I started to choke on that scent. That horrible scent. I recovered soon enough and was greeted by the large Mr and Mrs Gresta.

"So glad you could make it!" They squealed.

"Yes," I replied. NOT.

"I hear your dad died, we are so sorry to hear!" They smiled.

Yeah, sure you are. I thought as I walked off, ready to meet some victims to be. 

A couple of hours later...

I stared at my shoes the whole time. I wouldn't want to be too close to my victims, but not too distant either, otherwise, I'll be classed as a suspect. And I don't want that, Do I?

I ate some food, occasionally chatted with some guests and relaxed. Until, OH MY GOD! I had to kill them! I completely forgot! As I nearly fell out my chair, I stood up and went to find them.

I had to try and plan this out!

Note to self: Always plan a murder before you do it.

I began to search for the two people who lived here, ran the party and who would be my victims. I didn't find them for ages, so I said to some people, "Please can you tell me where Mr and Mrs Gresta is?"

After five people I began to feel quite defeated. Would I fail my first attempted murder? Or will I suddenly succeed? I would never know until I tried.

"Please, can you tell me where Mr and Mrs Gresta is?" I asked. I was about to give up when he replied.

"I do." He pointed up at the balcony. "They are up there."

"Thanks!" I sped off to find my victims to be.

They sat on fold-up chairs talking and drinking wine. They were having an in-depth conversation about what seemed to be how rich they were compared to everyone else.

"Oh, Mrs and Mr Gresta," I politely asked, "Please can you show me where the bathroom is?"

"Sure darling." Mrs Gresta got up and stretched her back.

She led me to a really old looking bathroom - it looked like something from the early 20th century!

"Here you are!" She cheerily said. Did she know she was about to be brutally murdered?

I pulled out my knife from my back pocket and hid it behind my back - carefully not trying to stab my back.

"Oh, also can you clear up?"

She suddenly turned confused, "What up? I don't see any mess, my dear."

I brought out my knife and she screamed loudly, "I knew it!" She screeched.

I rapidly dug my knife into her stomach and pulled out the weapon, coated with a fresh coat of blood.

I brought out the glove to place fingerprints on the knife - which was Mr Gresta's. I heard someone walking up to the bathroom and hid in the shower.

Mr Gresta hobbled in and screamed, held his chest and collapsed, at the sight of his dead wife. I dug my weapon into him anyway for safe measure. I repeated the fingerprint process and I fled.

Leaping out the window, I spotted Sky driving the limo to collect me from the party.

"How did it go?" She asked.

I grinned, "Better than I actually thought."

From my old book Rich Blood. That book is now rewritten.