Post by The Joker on Feb 11, 2011 23:17:40 GMT -6
Just as something to post in here, since I had typed it already before...
Cassie knocked on the door to the school district’s building. There was supposed to be a school board meeting there that night, which she needed to attend for a grade in her high school economics class, but there was only one car in the parking lot and few lights were on inside the building. She impatiently tugged again on the door handle, irritated with the locked door. She sighed in exasperation and started jogging to the other side of the building, toward the main entrance. I swear to God, I’m going to kill someone if the meeting got canceled or something.
The main door was slightly ajar, and she pulled it open, muttering, ‘Finally’ under her breath. She then jogged past the darkened special education classrooms, before entering the wing of the building where school board meetings were traditionally held. She slowed to a walk and started peering into an illuminated room, when a loud CRASH sounded behind her. She jumped and turned around, searching for the cause of the commotion. She couldn’t see anything amiss, so she began creeping in the direction she had heard it, stepping carefully. As she slowly rounded the corner, she was greeted with the sight of an old man lying on the floor, twisted the wrong direction and an axe through the middle of his head. He lay in a bed of glass from the window he had been thrown through, along with a pool of his own blood.
Cassie screamed in shock and terror and turned to run toward the door she had been trying to get in from earlier, but was stopped by the shadowy silhouette of a man standing down the hallway, with a large sword-looking weapon in his left hand from which something was dripping. She screamed again and started running the opposite direction. She ran through the hall, stumbling and tripping over things, looking over her shoulder every few seconds. The man was following her slowly, walking and taking his time. She reached the main door, but found it locked. She pounded helplessly on it and shouted, though she knew nobody was likely to hear her. It was a frosty December afternoon. People don’t take leisurely strolls in below zero weather.
She stopped screaming to look behind her. The man still hadn’t caught up to her. Maybe she could hide. She’d have to, to survive. She tried the nearest door, which was unlocked. She opened the door with a grin and immediately shut it behind her, pressing her ear to it, to hear when the man got near. If he got close enough, maybe she could disable him by opening the door on him, then she could go back through the broken window and find help. As plans ran through her mind at top speed, her nose became aware of a rancid stench. She sniffed and looked behind her. From the light from the hallway, she could make out the outlines of a pile of something dead in the middle of the room… A pile of dead people!
She screamed and hysterically ran out the door, straight into the killer’s machete. She fell to the ground and gazed up at him with fear and loathing in her eyes. With the last bit of breath in her, she whispered, “Love you too, asshole.”
Cassie knocked on the door to the school district’s building. There was supposed to be a school board meeting there that night, which she needed to attend for a grade in her high school economics class, but there was only one car in the parking lot and few lights were on inside the building. She impatiently tugged again on the door handle, irritated with the locked door. She sighed in exasperation and started jogging to the other side of the building, toward the main entrance. I swear to God, I’m going to kill someone if the meeting got canceled or something.
The main door was slightly ajar, and she pulled it open, muttering, ‘Finally’ under her breath. She then jogged past the darkened special education classrooms, before entering the wing of the building where school board meetings were traditionally held. She slowed to a walk and started peering into an illuminated room, when a loud CRASH sounded behind her. She jumped and turned around, searching for the cause of the commotion. She couldn’t see anything amiss, so she began creeping in the direction she had heard it, stepping carefully. As she slowly rounded the corner, she was greeted with the sight of an old man lying on the floor, twisted the wrong direction and an axe through the middle of his head. He lay in a bed of glass from the window he had been thrown through, along with a pool of his own blood.
Cassie screamed in shock and terror and turned to run toward the door she had been trying to get in from earlier, but was stopped by the shadowy silhouette of a man standing down the hallway, with a large sword-looking weapon in his left hand from which something was dripping. She screamed again and started running the opposite direction. She ran through the hall, stumbling and tripping over things, looking over her shoulder every few seconds. The man was following her slowly, walking and taking his time. She reached the main door, but found it locked. She pounded helplessly on it and shouted, though she knew nobody was likely to hear her. It was a frosty December afternoon. People don’t take leisurely strolls in below zero weather.
She stopped screaming to look behind her. The man still hadn’t caught up to her. Maybe she could hide. She’d have to, to survive. She tried the nearest door, which was unlocked. She opened the door with a grin and immediately shut it behind her, pressing her ear to it, to hear when the man got near. If he got close enough, maybe she could disable him by opening the door on him, then she could go back through the broken window and find help. As plans ran through her mind at top speed, her nose became aware of a rancid stench. She sniffed and looked behind her. From the light from the hallway, she could make out the outlines of a pile of something dead in the middle of the room… A pile of dead people!
She screamed and hysterically ran out the door, straight into the killer’s machete. She fell to the ground and gazed up at him with fear and loathing in her eyes. With the last bit of breath in her, she whispered, “Love you too, asshole.”
