(A collection of short horror stories)
(Horror story four)
{4} ~ More than a detention.
Sammy, Harry, Alex and Adam all sat at the hard, uncomfortable desks, writing down notes from the bored. The four fifteen year old were stuck in the detention room with Mr. Hill, the most boring teacher they'd ever known. The clock on the wall ticked away as seconds turned to minutes and then to hours.
"Can we go yet?" The biggest bully of the school, Harry, said, leaning back on his hard wooden chair. He shoved his bright blue Nike shoes up onto the table and showed off his stolen goods. Adam sighed. How he'd longed to be the bad ass of the school. Instead, he was shoved with another fate. The brown, greasy haired kid was the geek. With his big, black glasses, he was the perfect idealization of the geek. He sighed again, before getting back to writing down 'I shall not read during writing lessons'.
"Shut up, Harry!" Hissed his girlfriend, Alex. She pulled up her chair and wrapped a hand around his back. They started kissing away. The moody teacher from the front sighed and crumbled up a piece of paper from his deck, then threw it at them. It hit Alex on the head and she groaned as it messed up her beehive.
"Sir, that was like, total not cool," She complained at him as she got out her hairspray and compact mirror. Sir sighed and stood up, clutching hold of his 'Oh gosh, I'm a teacher!' mug. He gave us a stern look and walked to the door. He reached out for the handle of the door and looked back at us.
"I want coffee. I won't be long. Don't move and keep copying down your lines." And he walked out of the room, muttering about why he even became a teacher.
"So, what do you wanna do?" Harry asked Alex. They both smiled and checked the clock on the wall. Harry pulled out a condom from his pocket and pulled Alex into the supply cupboard. Sammy shivered from the back of the class and pulled her chair up to Adam's. The two had never really spoken, but now that the other two were shagging in the back room, it seemed as good a time as any. Sammy spoke first.
"Hey! I'm Sammy. What are you called?" She held out her hand to shake his, but he didn't look up from what he was writing. His palms became sweaty and he started to become nervous.
"I - am, erm - I'm Aiden, no, I mean Adam." He still kept his head down. Sammy sighed and recoiled her hand. Something popped out of his mouth unexpectedly. "You're so pretty!" And as soon as it left his mouth, he smacked his lips. She chuckled.
"Chill dude." She chuckled at him. He lifted up his head and smiled at her even more. She had long, brown, curly hair and drawn on ticks as eyebrows. Around her neck was a key chain.
"Do you know them?" He asked her. She sighed.
"Unfortunately, yes. Alex is my best mate, and that's her jackass of a boyfriend Harry. They fuck everywhere!" Suddenly, the large clock on the wall struck six. They both mentally cheered and picked up their bags. Time to go.
Sammy walked up to the store room door and tapped on it. "Time to go, put away your penis!" Sammy walked to the classroom door and tugged on the handle.
It didn't open.
She pulled on it more and more, but it still didn't budge. Someone had locked it from the outside. She sighed as she thought of Mr. Hill asleep in the dorm room.
"Door's locked," Sammy shouted to everyone. Adam nervously shook in the corner. His fear of of being locked in places was becoming more clear to Sammy. She longed for her best friend back, but she could here the two humping on the wooden door. She sighed and tried the classroom door again. Still locked.
She turned her attention to Adam "So, what are yo-" She was cut short by a blood curdling scream coming from inside the closet. The door knob jingled as someone on the other side trying frequently to open the door. A loud 'THUMP' made Sammy scream.
There, on the broken tiled floor of the class room laid a still body belonging to Alex Sonora. Her face was covered in blood, like her clothes, and an ear was missing. Her boobs were still out, but it didn't matter. She was dead, there was no denying. Sammy rushed over to her body and grabbed her wrist, searching for a pulse. There was no doubt about it. Sammy Jones' best friend of fourteen years was dead. She mourned over her friend for a while, before she started to question. Why was Alex dead?
Sammy let Alex's hand drop to the floor and she stood up, her face stained with tears. She peeped into the cupboard, but was faced with nothing but shelving and books. . . And blood. Another question picked at her brain. Where was Harry? She looked in further, but knew it was pointless. He was gone and Alex was dead.
Harry must've been the murderer.
All throughout Sammy's mental break-down, Adam stood at the door, unknowing what to do. He stood leaned up against the door, fiddling with his files. He mumbled something about how he's sorry for her death, but Sammy didn't hear it.
Suddenly, something caught Sammy's eye. She rushed back to the corps and turned her over, tears mixing in with her blood. There, in her back, was a large knife. It had tore down all of her spine and, in fact, ripped it in two. Sammy cringed as she hugged her, whispering why. She wanted to know why or where that dickhead who killed her best friend was, but she didn't know any answers.
"Why did he do it?" Asked Adam who still stood alone in the corner. Sammy looked up and sighed, before she saw something else. She looked down at the pool of blood on the floor and noticed most of it was coming from her woman-hood. She sighed and cried. She knew the answer.
"She was pregnant. Harry wanted a fuck-buddy, not a pregnant girlfriend," She cried (as expected) but got up. She went back into the cupboard and started to smash everything. "Where the fuck are you, you basted! I'm going to chop off your fucking dick and feed it to you!" She shouted out to a missing Harry. Tears ran down her face as she pulled books off the shelves and posters off the wall.
"Calm down. Where could he have gone?" Adam strode up to Sammy, tears streaming down his own face. He didn't want to die. He was too young.
"How the fuck am I meant to know? He was in here the whole time, you fu-" She was cut short (again) by Adam pointing above her head. She threw her head back and screamed so loudly that birds could've died, because there, dangling from a broken air vent, was the arm of Harry. She screamed even more and Adam poked at the body and the vent flew open. Harry's severed body parts flew out, drenching the only two alive in blood.
"Argh!" Adam shouted as he ran out of the cupboard, leaving behind a screaming Sammy on the floor, drenched in the blood of her best mates boyfriend. Or parts of him, anyways.
The only sound in the whole of the school was Sammy's cries and Adam banging on the door. This continued, till only one sound remained.
Sammy popped her head out of the cupboard door as all became silent. Tears ran down her face as she saw Adam, dangling by his neck from the smart-bored wire. His legs were tied up and he was gagged. It was clear he couldn't have done it himself.
Like those before him, Harry and Alex, he was murdered.
Tears poured down her face more frequently as she realized she was next. She ran out of the cupboard and went straight to the window. She opened it and started to climb onto the balcony to the next room. That was, until she heard a sound of someone else clattering onto the same old balcony with her. She spun around and her jaw dropped.
"You!" Rain poured onto her as she stepped back slowly away from the murderer, but they stepped forward too.
"No, Sammy! You don't understand. I only just came in!" The mystery guest pleaded with her. Sammy saw her chance and took it. She ran forward and pushed Mr. Hill to his death. She only stopped screaming when she heard him plummet into the earth. She kicked open the window and walked inside.
"Hello, Sammy!" Someone called out to her, before she, too, was pushed to her death by the real murderer.
