short stories 1: NIGHT IN SUICIDE MANOR

 

Short stories

Episode 1:

Night in suicide manor

 

Five teens, five teens that nobody knew, five people that nobody knew anything about. Chance brought them together and fate will tear them apart. Five teenagers, each different in many vast ways. Shannon the cheerleader, Jude the new girl, tom the jock, Jake the wallflower, and Timmy the dorky short boy. Each going to the same party hoping for something different.

Shannon, a boy who wasn’t a conceded asshole. Jude, a friend that she could show her around the new school. Tom, a hot girlfriend who he could show off. Timmy, hoping he could find at least one person his age shorter than him.

The four teens standing in the living room of a deserted old house. Outside a storm was raging, the wind and hail turning what was previously a beautiful starry night into an inferno of deadly cannon fodder. The four teens were cold and wet, this being the first time any of them had seen each other. Tom began to advance towards Shannon, and noticing his movement she quickly walked over to the other two teens to avoid him.

A bolt of lightning illuminated a shadow moving down the hallway, unnoticed by everyone; well almost everyone. The four teens walked over to the fireplace hoping to warm up. Meanwhile, the storm continued to rage outside. The four teens began to chat, not being able to find common ground, they continued to be silent.

The mysterious eerie light that filled the abandoned house made mere wooden chairs and tables into specters of ghost and demons on the walls. Suddenly a mortified scream erupted from down the hall. Seconds later a puddle of red liquid trailed around the corner. The four teens could smell it, the dastardly scent of iron and feces. The four teens knew it; they were not alone this night.

Terrified, the four teens huddled together in fear. Finally tom, realizing someone needed to take charge, stood up and proposed the group split up to try to find a phone. Call the police and then run home as fast as possible; forget the past. Shannon and Timmy decided to check the kitchen, leaving tom and Jude to see what happened in the hallway corridor. The group split up and headed off, leaving their fatal decision as the last thing any of them would ever do.

Tom and Jude walked slowly towards the hallway corridor. Clearly terrified, with both their legs convulsing like a man on death row feeling the final bolts of thunder tear his body asunder. Shannon and Timmy were no different, the both of them hoping that they would be spared. Tom rounded the corner and,

"No! No, that’s not possible!" he thought, staring down what was now an empty hallway.

Jude rounded the corner and her face contorted in confusion.

"Someone died here! And yet the blood and smell is gone!" she thought, in confusion.

Tom, turning around to talk to Jude; the entrance was gone. The open doorway they had just passed through was now gone, replaced with solid wall. And in the other direction was a hallway corridor littered with tattered old paintings and tapestries. Tom turned around looking down the empty corridor, a flash of brilliant lightning illuminating through the only window there.

Timmy and Shannon had found the kitchen; not much to see. Besides a lowly empty dog bowl, the kitchen was primarily empty.

"So nobody lives here, yet there is a lit fire in the living room and a dog bowl here in the kitchen," thought Timmy curiously.

Shannon was searching for a phone, when a small light near the sink caught her eye. Walking over, she realized that it was the refrigerator door. Wondering why it was open and running in the first place, her curiosity got the better of her. She opened the door to see what was inside, spotting a lonely carrot on a plate on the middle shelf and a can of soda. Without thinking Shannon grabbed the carrot and began to munch it down, not noticing the dark shadow slowly looming up behind her.

Jude, walking closely behind tom, when she paused to look out the single window.

"Wait, is that a cemetery?" Jude thought, curiously. "But that wasn’t there when I walked in here." her thoughts continued.

Looking back down the hall corridor, Jude noticed tom was gone. Beginning to get scared, she started walking quickly down the hall corridor. One window, two windows, three windows, four windows,

"Why can’t I find a way out?! Jude thought nervously. "And how many windows are there in this hallway?!" she continued anxiously.

Jude looked behind her; the lone window and a single door the only things there. She turned around and began walking towards the door. The door and window vanished, Jude now facing the same way she was before. She turned around again, again, and AGAIN. "Is this house spinning on a top?!" Jude screamed in her head.

There was a sudden light tap on the window, as a small pebble sailing on the stormy winds hit the window. Jude walked over to take a look outside, figuring that maybe she could get out through the window. As she got closer and closer to the window, the wind outside began to pick up.

"What are you doing?" asked Timmy calmly.

"Um, just getting a snack," said Shannon, caught off guard.

"In some strangers house?!" retaliated Timmy in confused annoyance.

Shannon took the carrot and placed it back in the fridge. As she turned around to talk to Jake, she paused, noticing the look of horror in jakes eyes. As she prepared to ask him what was wrong, she could see a huge looming shadow behind her. Before she could think, the entire fridge dropped on top of her.

The smell again filled the air, iron and feces; Timmy staring at Shannon’s crushed corpse. He began to back up, realizing now that something terrible was in the house with them. Beginning to duck and run towards the kitchen door, Timmy ducked, barely dodging a meat cleaver flying towards his neck.

"I have to get out of here!" Timmy screamed in his head. "Help, I have to find help!" he continued.

Jude was staring out the window, the storm beginning to get even worse. She knew that if she wanted to get out she would need to find a way to climb into the garden below and find another way inside. Tap, tap, tap; small branches and pebbles began to pelt the window. Jude knew this was her only chance.

CRASH! Something large and bulky slammed through the glass window, knocking Jude onto her back. A flash of incredible lightning lit up the dark corridor, the wind and rain pouring in through the collapsed wall.

"No! NO!" screamed Jude in horror, "how did this happen to him?!"

Tom’s lifeless body lay on the floor, a rope hanging around his shattered neck. The rope hanging from a bell tower outside began to dance in the raging storm, like a line in a fly fishing contest. The smell of death filled the air; Jude could practically taste the lust for blood. Something did not want them to be here, something sinister and evil. Jude turned around, preparing to run; as she felt something grab her leg.

Lifted into the air by something she couldn’t see, Jude began to flail around trying to break free. She felt her ankle snap as she was flung carelessly out the hole that was previously home to the window. Jude began to fall towards the earth below as the wind and rain swirled endlessly around her. Then with a resounding thump, she landed. As blood poured out the hole in her chest she felt life fading away. The fencepost now replacing her heart became her resting place, as her final life flowed out her lungs.

Timmy ran and ran, every hallway an endless trail, every doorway becoming a one way entrance. It seemed like escape was impossible. Timmy finally found a door leading outside; opening it to see Jude’s final moments as she became a lawn decoration, impaled on the backyard fencepost. The storm making visibility impossible, Timmy knew that running away would be near impossible. Odds were that he would end up circling right back into this death trap.

The sound was familiar; he could hear it in the distance. The tornado sirens were blaring in town; this was no longer just a bad storm. Timmy could feel his ears as the increasing pressure began to fill them up. The cyclone was coming; soon this home of suicide would be nothing more than a pile of rubble and crushed dreams. No escape outside, no safety inside, nowhere to run, and yet everywhere to hide. Timmy knew this was the end, but he wasn’t going to become some haunted houses bitch.

Timmy walked outside into the raging storm. As the wind and rain began to pick up swiftly, Timmy could see a funeral plot near a large oak tree. He could just barely make out the names of the people buried under the headstones.

"Well, I guess this was a futile effort after all," muttered Timmy calmly to himself.

Timmy closed his eyes and thought of the joys his life brought him, as the cyclone hit with all its force. The headstones and tree shaking, they read:

"Here lie four brave teens, who tragically lost their lives amidst a terrible storm. Though only one body was found, these four teens will always be in our hearts. R.I.P. Shannon Colortsi, Jude Strauss, Tom Ronos, and Timmothy Dalkner."

"Jake," a faint voice could be heard.

"Jake!" the voice becoming louder.

"JAKE SUMMERS!" the voice was yelling in his ear.

"MR. SUMMERS! YOU CANNOT SLEEP IN MY CLASSROOM!" yelled the voice again, waking up Jake.

Jake was staring up at the face of his high school English teacher, Mr. Conos Henderson.

"Oh, I’m sorry sir," said Jake, still feeling a bit hazy.

"Class ended four minutes ago Mr. Summers; so please head home," said Mr. Henderson calmly.

Jake got up from his desk, still trying to remember exactly when he fell asleep. This seemed to be a new thing; he would black out at random periods of time and wake up after having terrible dreams and nightmares, with no memory of going to sleep. As Jake was headed for the front doors to the school, a girl walked up to him. He recognized her; she was the new student who had transferred only a week ago in order to finish her freshmen year.

"Hey, so me and a few other people are going to carpool tonight to a years end party," said the girl, calmly. "We are going to celebrate getting through our first year of high school unscathed," she continued.

"And you wanted to know if I wanted to come with you guys?" asked Jake, inquisitively.

The girl smiled as she answered, "well mostly me, but yeah."

Jake thought for a second, and responded, "If you don’t mind me asking, what is your name?"

The girl frowned in confusion, "my name is Jude Strauss; me and Shannon Colortsi, tom Ronos, and Timmothy Dalkner were going to carpool together."

"I think I will turn that offer down," said Jake calmly. "No offense, but I hate big social events." he continued.

"well don’t complain when we all come back for the last school day of the year and you’re the only one who didn’t go," said Jude firmly.

"Don’t worry; you guys won’t have anything to brag about tomorrow." Jake said, his voice sounding somewhat sadistic and mad.

Jude smiled slightly anxious before responding, "I’m sure that we will have TONS to talk about tomorrow."

Jake took a small breath and responded firmly, "NO, you four won’t be saying ANYTHING, come tomorrow morning." as he contorted his face into a sadistic smile.

"Whatever!" said Jude happily as she skipped away happily.

As Jake walked out the front doors of the school, he looked behind him towards the rural hills behind the town. Clouds were beginning to cluster together and the air was becoming slightly humid.

"It looks like it’s going to rain tonight," thought Jake to himself as he began to walk home. "Better get home before the downpour starts."

THE END!

(OR IS IT?)