short scary stories

"DON'T CALL ME ED!"

4BITCHES_CLUB (GROUP CHAT ~ @STACEY_23~ @ANNIE_MARBLES~@BRITNEY_DAWSON~)

@STACEY_23 < Yes that video was hilarious >

@ANNIE_MARBLES < Especially when she went face first into the shit >

@BRITNEY_DAWSON < Exactly, Carrie got it given to her. >

@DAKOTA_LEIGH <Maybe we overdid it this time >

@ANNIE_MARBLES < Don't be that bitch Dakota >

@DAKOTA_LEIGH < NO! I just think we went over the top. >

@ANNIE_MARBLES < So you are being that person are you? >

@DAKOTA_LEIGH < NO!!NO!! It was funny. okay! >

@ANNIE_MARBLES < Thats my girl. Got me worried then. I thought you actually cared about Shit face Carrie >

@BRITNEY_DAWSON < Same. Shit face Carrie deserves it. >

@STACEY_23 < I agree with Britney and Annie. >

@DAKOTA_LEIGH < She does. >

@ANNIE_MARBLES < Right girls I need to go. See ya babes. >

@DAKOTA_LEIGH < Same I am logging off. BYE XX. >

@BRITNEY_DAWSON < same. same.Bye boo. >

@STACEY_23 < see ya all. xx >

@ANNIE_MARBLES has logged off.

@STACEY_23 logged off.

@BRITNAY_DAWSON logged off.

@DAKOTA_LEGH i logged off.

*PING* My laptop at the bottom of the bed indicating I that I had a message. A creak from the hallway may imply that either my mum or dad was up and going downstairs for a drink or something.

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is online.

< Hello >

"Huh," I mutter to myself.

@DAKOTA_LEIGH is online.

< Hey, Do I know you? >

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< No not yet. New in Kingson High School. >

@DAKOTA_LEIGH is typing...

< How did you get my username? >

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< It was given to me when by a student when I was at the school visit. >

@DAKOTA_LEIGH is typing...

< Who may that be? >

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< I think it was Daniel. >

@DAKOTA_LEIGH is typing...

< Daniel Anderson >

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< Yes, he gave it to me in math about 10. >

"What that can't be possible Daniel was in class with me and we had English and how the fuck does this guy know where I go to school?" I ask myself. "It's probably a stupid friend playing a prank," I mutter. *PING*

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< Who is stupid? >

"What the actually f..." *PING*

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< I wouldn't say that if I was you. >

@DAKOTA_LEIGH is typing...

< HOW THE HELL ARE YOU HEARING ME!!!!!! >

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< Well... I may or may not be near you. In your back garden maybe in your living room maybe in your kitchen or in your bedroom. >

"What?" I look around hastily turning the light on. Nothing. I went to the corner of my bedroom where a baseball bat is. With each step my heart beat raced up...*PING* I grab the bat as quick as I could racing to my bed.

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< I personly would use a knife to kill someone. Maybe I have... you will have to look under. >

"HUH, Look under? What is that suppose to me...an." I heard a creak in the hallway. "What if... no...no...no don't think that."

My eyes widen when it clicked, underneath the bed. The room was filled with tension and a heavy breathing coming from me. I gripped harshly onto the bat, clenching into with all the strength I have in me. I lowered myself to the bed. It seems like hours but really it was only seconds. As I reach below the bed I was in horror. Under my bed is Daniel Anderson lifeless body.

"Ah...Oh my god." I grab my computer.

@DAKOTA_LEIGH is typing...

< Who the fuck are you? >

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< MY NAMES IS EDWARD!! >

@DAKOTA_LEIGH is typing...

< WHAT DO YOU WANT, ED? >

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< DON'T CALL ME ED!!! MY NAME IS EDWARD!!!>

@DAKOTA_LEIGH is typing...

< I don't give a crap what your name is. What do you want? >

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< Well you should since I have Stacey and Annie. >

@DAKOTA_LEIGH is typing...

< How? Why do you have them you bastard? >

@EDWARD_JASON_BATES is typing...

< Well. They shouldn't have tripped my sister slamming her face into shit >

Slamming my computer screen down, I heard another creak from the stairs, I snatch the bat holding it up in the air getting ready to swing it. slowly I made my way to the door. With each step, it felt like a pile of bricks on my back making each step tough to move. The fear inside me building up like a bomb ready to explode. A pricing scream rang in my ears, next thing I knew I was hit over the heard and knocked just before I heard the words.

"Don't call me ED!"