Dare

I woke up nauseous and felt a searing pain on my upper left arm then, aimlessly walking around I found my camera on a table. I observed the camera for a few seconds when all of a sudden a jolt of pain ran through my head, memories flashing and sounds racing in my head making my temples throb in agony. I fell back in terror as I remembered what had happened. I remembered it was a sunny day with my friends, and I playing a game of basketball. I made two backwards shots; it made the hoop both times. Later on in the day, we walked around and ate a bunch of food.

By the time, we were done it was sundown. My friends and I played a game of truth or dare. It was my turn being asked the question “truth or dare?” of course me being brave and outgoing I replied “dare.” My friend looked at me for a second and shrugged, while replying, “okay then get ready for what I’m about to dare you, I dare you… to go inside the murder shack.” I looked at her in shock “ do you hate me or something because last time I checked, friends don’t want other friends to die,” I replied. My friend made an annoying sound that kind of went like bawk bawk bawk!

I hastily turned on my heel, heading for the house to get my camera that was fully charged. I walked back outside where my friends were shooting hoops again, I gave them a blank look and said, “ if I get to go inside a psychotic murder’s house you to can at least follow me there until I go inside.” They looked at each other and silently approved then replying, “fine,” in unison. I turned on the camera and we walked in bitter silence.

By the time we walked to the edge of town it was 8:00 at night and my friends, and I had regrets of passing the police tape around the trees. Just a few more steps, and I could just barely see the worn down mess of a house with graffiti all over it. We all slowing walked up to the house shaking, shivering, and breathing way faster than we should. I was at the front steps the beating of our hearts abruptly stopped when my hand touched the almost broken, rusty doorknob. I gulped then slowly turned the doorknob and went inside I looked around, but there was no movements or sounds coming even from the shadows. I looked at my friends who were still just out side the door will wide eyes and huddling together.

I pulled out my camera and took a selfie, I looked at it with a smile, and I saved it to my camera roll. The hairs on the back of my neck spiked up when all of a sudden two swift, loud booms echoed through the house. I turned around shocked to see my friends on the ground pale, bloody, and dead… I screamed and ran to the nearest exit, which was a broken window just to my right. I sprang out the window with glass fragments slicing my skin, but at the time I could barely feel it. I sprinted out to the trees, which happens to be the opposite way I came.

Before I could even comprehend what was going on I heard a gunshot and my left arm was stinging in pain. I had tears streaming down my face, blood gushing out of my arm, but my instincts told me o sprint as fast as I can to my house, so I can call the po-po and be safe. I ran and ran as fast as my legs could take me. My heart was pounding, I had a repulsive headache, and my vision was blurred. My senses came back to me when I saw the town. Luckily and, coincidentally my house was just on the edge of town.

I looked behind me and saw no sign of the mysterious, and anonymous murderer. I became calm but still shocked and on edge. I jogged the rest of the way to my house and opened the door, and then I quickly locked it. I was severely weakened and I couldn’t use my left arm at all, and I used every last bit of my energy running through the forest. I set my camera on my table and headed for the bathroom to put an adhesive on my left arm and took pain medication.

I walked towards my couch and sat down and decided to lie down for a while because my legs felt like they were burning. I soon drifted off to sleep completely forgetting to call the police or an ambulance. I came back to reality from that horrible flashback from hours earlier. I want it to all be a dream, but it isn’t. All of that is in the past and I’m happy to be alive and to have survived the day I almost got killed. I turned around when I heard my floor creak, just then I saw a horrible sight I never wanted to see again. It was the same shadowy, and anonymous figure from before. I thought I was hallucinating and that I was crazy, but the figure held up its gun straight at me. I was frozen still and wide-eyed thinking this is my end. The figure only stood there and seconds later it said “ Excuse me but I seemed to have missed my shot earlier, I hope you don’t mind me giving it another try…” Then it all went black. That was the day I died just from playing a game of truth or dare… The end.

Death to the Homies

My alarm clock woke me up, indicating it was time to get ready for school. I got out of bed and just threw random clothes on my bed. After an hour I was ready to go to school. I was relatively confused when I got outside because yesterday it was sunny, but now it was really foggy and eerie. I shrugged it off thinking it rained last night and I just slept through it.

              Another thing that caught my eye was there was no bus, nor car to be seen. I sat on the sidewalk to open my computer, it was the right day, there was no late start, and it was the correct time. Once I got close to the school I had only saw an estimate of ten cars and one parked bus. I got to the front entrance and my hairs stood up at the sight of nothingness. I cringed as I looked through each empty hallway until I got to the library.

              I nimbly turned around at the sight of mumbling near a bookcase. Josie, Autumn, and Madison were all lined up at the edge of death. Josie was ripped in half and violently shaking as her innards kept falling out of her. Autumn was just laying in a pool of her, and the others blood. Madison had metal rods sticking out of her head, her blood emitting from her skull is gushing from her face.

               I screamed knowing that all three of my friends are wallowing trying to survive, but knowing their death is inevitable, I ran to the front entrance. Of course, it was locked; I was just here five minutes ago. I ran to all the other exits and windows, all of them were locked or slated with cement. There was nothing else to do, but wait or go back to my dead friends and see if one of them is alive. I decided to check on my friends feeling pity, and feeling apprehensive about seeing my bloody friends again.

              When I reached the library the lights flickered, but I still kept going. When I turned the corner to see my friends there was nothing, but a mess of blood and a trail leading to the other hallway. I followed the gory trail, thinking they all crawled away, but the trail abruptly stopped in the cafeteria. The next thing I heard was a rupture above me, when I looked up I saw figure that tumbled from the ceiling. When I looked to see who it was and I perceived her instantly… it was Madie.  Madie wasn’t that bloody; the only blood I saw was blood on her leg where her bone sliced through her skin.

               As well from the broken leg, Madie’s ankle was twisted, and her fingers were distorted. I glanced at her face, which was pale and had a look of insanity preserved on it. Her eyes where bloodshot and she had a disturbing smile. I knew she was dead just by looks. This was all so traumatic, losing four friends in one day, I had nothing else to do, but weep in the gymnasium.

              I felt dolorous for what felt like an hour. I checked if the front entrance again, still wondering how it locked and why my friends were dead. I went to the bathroom to get paper towels for all the crying I did. I walked to the bathroom and opened the door. I went to get the paper towels, but something caught my eye.

              It was that the stall doors were opened slightly. I was in this nightmare for the long haul; I already knew there would be more of my friends dead behind all the stalls. I pulled the top of the stall door to reveal who it was when a bruised and bloody hand grabbed my wrist. The door kicked open, for me only to see Courtney tapped up on the side of the stall bruised, and slightly bloody. Courtney’s other hand was severed, and duct taped to her shoulder.

              My first reaction was to jump back in shock, when I did I fell and hit the ground hard. When I was on the ground I looked to my right to see blood beneath two other stalls. My legs automatically told me to get up and see whom it was. It was Charlotte; she was skinned on various limbs. She must’ve perceived I was looking at her because she mumbled something.

              The words she said were inaudible. I moved to the next stall, almost blinded by tears. It was Trinity this time; she was held to the wall by knifes puncturing her wrists and ankles. Hopefully she’ll be resurrected three days later. In the next stall was Madilyn; she was burned all over and her head was in the toilet bowl.

               I walked over and gently removed her head and set her aside carefully.  I looked in the toilet bowl to see blood and vomit. I sat down beneath the sink and cried, giving sincere condolences to my friends. The electricity then completely cut off. I shrieked and tried to get on my feet as fast as possible.

              I forgot I was sitting below a metal sink and hit my head hard, I fell to the ground knocking me out twice, one might say, and then I woke up perfectly fine in my bed. I shut my alarm clock off and got ready for school forgetting my nightmare from last night. I got dressed and walked to school. It was weird because the day before it was yesterday it was sunny, and now today it is foggy and eerie… The end

Insomnia

Insomnia

My sister had yelled at me for the fourth time tonight saying the same words. Every time I hear “Wake up, wake up!” I snap into reality with the warm touch of soft hands violently shaking me. I had the same dream, no, nightmare over and over again. I don’t want to go back to sleep but, I haven’t slept at all for the past two days, I had probably only gotten two hours of sleep and they weren’t at all peaceful. The effects of my current dilemma caused me to shake and have droopy eyes with a purple circle around them.

My parents noticed my problem right away and already have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow to see what the professionals have to say about my problem. I think every part of my nightmare problem has to deal with what happened three weeks ago, I could hardly think of it without sniffling with grief. Long story short my two of my best friends died in the same car accident along with their dad. I cried and cried for two weeks after Lindsey and Lucy died, they were identical twins.

 I used to love going outside and running around with my friends, I didn’t even have to ask my parents they just let me roam freely. Now every time I look outside I see my nightmare. I have the curtains closed for that reason. Right now, I feel so, tired, but I want to stay awake for my sake and for my families. I feel bad for waking them every time I scream in my sleep, why can’t I just have those blank dreams or why did Lindsey and Lucy have to die?

While I had been awake thinking, time passed slower than usual. I got up closed the door and went over to my bed again in an attempt of getting some more sleep. An idea came to my head right before I was about to pass out. I should just get some duct tape then my family will get some sleep. As I was walking to my desk to get one of my various duct tapes I thought then if I can’t be woken up by someone then I’ll stay in my nightmare and I don’t want to see the rest of it. I shook off the thought and decided to just deal what with what I had coming for me.

I stretched a piece of duct tape on my mouth and immediately fell asleep soon after I curled up on my bed. I woke up to my sister again, but her face is more startled than usual. I asked if something worse happened this time.

“I couldn’t go back to sleep so, I came in here with my book to keep an eye on you and when I looked up from my book I saw you were seizing and that’s when I saw the duct tape. I walked over to you to wake you up and take the duct tape off and then you just woke up, but the part that scared me is that you were having a seizure and I thought you and I were both going to have heart attacks!”  She said in trauma.

I looked at her in awe.

“So, I actually had a real seizure?” I asked in concern.

“Yeah and you were flailing your arms and everything, It was scary to see you like that.”

I sighed quietly and just thought to myself for a minute as my sister backed out of my room unnoticed. Why can’t this nightmare just go away, why can’t I just forget the accident? While I got lost in my train of thought it had just turned 9:00am, which means my parents are going to wake up and then I can go to my doctors appointment in two hours. The hospital was an hour away so we will probably leave soon. So I got dressed, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth and waited till my parents were done.

While I was waiting, I realized the car has to drive to the hospital… outside. The outside is my newest fear especially in dim light. I haven’t looked outside yet, but it’s probably well light. My mom came into my room unexpectedly.

“Are you ready to go to your doctors appointment soon?” She said questioned with a big grin on her face like she’s a happy, carefree mom.

“Yup,” I replied

I navigated myself to the vehicle in the garage while in the corner of my peripheral vision I spotted someone who wasn’t my mom. It was Lucy, wait why is she here, was I dreaming of a nightmare this whole time I thought with a traumatized look on my face. Then on the other side of the garage was Lindsey. They sprinted towards me and in unison they shouted,

            “Wake up!”

I woke up screaming then with the sight of my mom sitting next to me I instantly calmed down wondering where I am. Since I was in the car I assumed I was going to the doctors appointment, but everything was blurry and I felt like I was going to throw up. I looked around and then saw it Lindsey and Lucy in the middle of the road I screeched and pointed at them and my mom started swerving like crazy. The car lost control and fell off the road while the world almost stood still. Slower and slower as time passed my vision caught on to reality as we were hurtling down a hill flipping over and over.

            As the car finally stopped tumbling we were upside-down the roof of the car was pushed into my mom's shoulder and blood was smeared all over her face with shards of glass covering her body. Then I saw something that was the most terrifying when I leaned up to see her face I screamed when I saw her eyes staring straight without movement and her skin so pale I knew she was gone. I tried moving my legs but, the place where you put your legs it is bent down so my feet are squished. The unbearable pain shoots throughout my whole body but mostly my feet and head hurt so bad I can’t even feel them. I waited and waited for help but no one came and I was losing blood every second I knew my time was up. The last thought I had in mine was now I’m finally going to get some sleep. The End