Murder in the Locker Room

It was a Friday evening when I found Natalie Nolan, my best friend. The girls' water polo team had just finished practice. Everyone was gone, but I had forgotten my backpack in my locker. So I went to the team lockers, unlocked my lock, and when I opened the locker, Nat fell out. She was dead, with wooden stake through her heart. I wanted to scream, but no sound would come out of my mouth.

Then I found the note. It was written in a runny red marker; it reminded me of blood. The note said:

"I know what she was. She can no longer hurt us humans. The mission I pursue is to kill them all. All the vampires. I will keep you safe. You can thank me later, after they all are gone."

I didn't know what to do. I mentally listed my options:

1. Tell the cops, and leave them to figure this out.

Or

2. Take this matter into my own hands.

After a short debate with myself, I chose to deal with this alone. After all, the note was to me, wasn't it? I looked down at the corpse. What was I going to do with Reanna? I started brain storming, and came up with a solution that should work. I took my towel, laid it on the floor, and rolled the body on to it. Then I dragged the towel to one of the shower stalls. I laid her in there, and covered her front side with another towel. Then I went and grabbed some body spray, and sprayed almost the whole bottle over her. I knew the smell would fade away soon, and the stench of rotting flesh would fill the room, but that should hold it off for a while.

I called my mother, and told her I was spending the night at a friend's house. The truth really was that I was going to stay in the locker room overnight, just to see if anything happened. Since I lived only 10 minutes away, I snuck home and got some food, a sleeping bag, and a pillow.

After I got back, I set up my little hideout. It was as far away from Reanna's body as possible, but close enough to keep it in sight. I had brought my iPod, but decided not to listen to it, for fear of missing some sort of helpful sound. I ate my small meal of leftover spaghetti, reheated of course. I got started reading my book, Dracula. It was an English assignment, and why Mrs. Thompson had us read it, I'll never know. At first, I was thinking, "Okay. After what I just saw, there is no way I'm going to read this book." But then I figured that I might get some tips on why this psycho-killer thought Natalie was a vampire.

Just as I finished my book, I heard an odd noise. It sounded like a bat, flying and chirping. I crept over towards the shower stalls. What I saw has never left my mind. The bat transformed. With a poof of black smoke, the bat disappeared. Standing before me was Rosalyn Van Hampton, the Romanian exchange student. I gasped, out loud apparently, because Rosalyn turned toward me. She was wearing a black dress; it looked old and worn out. Her skin was white, her eyes glowed red. She saw me, opened her blood red mouth and hissed. Her teeth were stained red, and she had fangs. At first I didn't know what to do. I was frozen like a stone statue. She floated over to me.

She said in an eerie hiss, "So. You now know my secret. I wrote that note with Natalie's blood. I knew you were going to find out, so I made it seem like she was the vampire."

"Bu... bu... but..." I stammered.

"Reanna found out, so I had to kill her. I guess I'll have to kill you, too," she snarled.

With that she leapt at me, but I ran towards Natalie's body, and without thinking, grabbed the wooden stake speared between her ribs. I ran at Rosalyn, and with all my strength, rammed the stake right into her heart. She had been lunging at me, but when the stake pierced her skin, she froze. Slowly, as if by magic, she began to float upward. Suddenly, a hole as big as a small Jacuzzi formed in the middle to the locker room. Rosalyn, still frozen, was sucked into it, and then blazing fiery flames rose up through the hole, then BAM! It was gone.

While I was still processing what had just happened, I heard bells softly chiming behind me. I slowly turned around to find Natalie, in a white gown, floating towards the ceiling. A large hole, similar to the one that took Rosalyn, formed in the ceiling overhead, but instead of spitting out flames, glowing lights came down and surrounded Natalie's body. She began slowly spiraling up through the hole, and floating towards the star-speckled night sky. Like a balloon, she kept floating until I saw nothing, but then a bright flash of light blinded me. I reopened my eyes, and saw a new star in the midnight sky, sparkling like a diamond. I watched the star glitter above me, until the hole closed and then BLACK.

I woke up. I was in my house, on my couch. I looked up and saw the TV glowing with the main menu for a DVD. The movie was Dracula. I looked in my hand and saw a cup of hot chocolate, half gone. I knew it was my infamous Crazy Chili Hot Cocoa. I blinked a few times, recalling my dream. As if in a trance I got up, put the cup on the counter, turned off the TV, and went upstairs. I walked over to my bed, and out loud I said, "No more Crazy Chili Hot Coco for me." With that, I passed out on my bed.