As the door opened, I saw what was behind the door.
A girl.
But, this wasn't any girl. She was lying on the floor. Her head tilted back on the toilet seat, eyes open, traumatised by what she saw. Blood was dripping from her lips down to what looked to be a stab wound, right through the centre or her heart. Her long blonde hair was rough and tatty, and her pupils saw no more.
She was dead.
I let out an ear piercing scream. It sounded as though I had seen my worst nightmare in reality.
It was enough to make Ringo come running in the bathroom.
"What's happened!?" He yelped.
I opened my mouth to say the words but nothing came out. I couldn't speak. All I did was point to the end cubicle.
He slowly walked up to me, cautious, unsure of what had happened. He laid a hand on my shoulder. As he peered in the cubicle he saw what was left there. He started muttering things under his breath, things that I couldn't quite hear.
As I was about to comfort Ringo, I saw something very strange, a piece of crumpled parchment in her pale, veiny hand. I did something very questionable, and stepped in the cubicle, gagging unstoppably. I bent down to her hand and slipped my fingers in her clenched fists. Her hand was cold. Stiff. I pulled the parchment out of her grasp. I flattened the sheet. It was dried blood, shaped into words. I read it out loud:
You'd wanna be careful now,
For you shall allow,
Me to take you,
And figure out the clue,
For I am one of you.
SLAM
I turned around to see Ringo in the floor, passed out. I carried him to the others, with the clue, terrified that I could die tonight.
YOU ARE READING
Beatles Murder Mystery
Mystery / ThrillerWhen you get trapped in university from a blizzard with 4 strange and annoying boys, and people are slowly murdered one by one, will you be able to survive in a single piece?
