Beatles Murder Mystery

Chapter Four - Bloodstained Bathroom

"I just wanted to apologise..." Ringo said embarrassedly.

"What for?" I asked.

"For john..."

I thought for a moment. Is this guy actually apologising for his friends actions?

"Y'know... you don't have to do that... You're a good guy and all, but he should apologise for his own actions,"

"Right," He swiftly replied

We walked in silence for a bit.

Finally we got to the toilets.

"Meet you out here?" I asked

The boy nodded as the two separated.

As I walked in, my heart stopped. There, directly in front of me, was a trail of blood leading to the cubicle at the end of the bathroom. The room smelt of rot. I wasn't sure what to do. It felt like a horror movie. I had to be dreaming. I was dreaming. I decided to follow it.

One step.

I was anxious.

Two steps.

I was scared.

Three steps.

I was petrified.

Four steps.

I was face to face with the door.

I kept lifting my hand and putting it back to my side. It was like I was persuading myself to open it. My hand shaky, I placed my hand on the handle. It was rough, like sand paper. I tried to push on the handle but I couldn't. I got my other hand on top and pushed.

As the door opened, I saw what was behind the door.