Mainstream Horror Story

The sun was climbing up into the sky as a group of cars arrived at Braunfel Highschool, home of the Unicorns. Out popped Beau, Missy, Cal, and Viola: they flew to each other like bee’s to honey. Beau sought Missy’s attention, yet she turned to Cal her eyes looking at the outline his glasses made on his superlative face. But Cal stood entranced by Viola, her guitar case hanging in her delicate hands, Viola on the other hand nearly drooled over seeing Beau Hot damn, Beau looks good today. They stood there staring at each other as Style walked up.

“Love is too mainstream for me.” Style griped

The four lovers broke their gaze when the nearest school doors swung open with a resounding boom that echoed across the school grounds.

“I guess it would be best if we promenaded towards the vicinity of the school doors and entered to commence our learning experience!” Missy exclaimed loudly, twirling towards the doors and nearly bouncing into the school I hope Cal thinks I’m smart like him! she mused to herself. The other students followed her into the school doors. It had an ominous feeling to them, like the doors were about to swallow them up, like this was a place of no return. Style was the last to cross the threshold of the school, because walking quickly was too mainstream.

“Hello?” Cal nervously shouted. His voice echoed down the halls and reverberated back to him. The sound died away, and then a croaking laugh cackled over the sound system of the school. With a groan the doors behind them slammed shut.

The cackling returned, and a screeching voice howled “Enjoy your last hours”

“I can save us!” Missy cried! She ripped the guitar case out of Viola’s hands and sprinted at the door smashing the case into it. The case ricocheted o...

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...o find it mysteriously cleaner then any other place in the school. It was spotless.

Missy’s head jerked up, and her eyes began watering when they entered the room. “The smell!” She gagged. “It’s gonna kill me.”

“Just watch me bench! I can do 220 easy!” Beau rushed to get the weights onto the bar, N and just as he pushed it up for the first time, a strange, ghoulish figure rushed into the room. It’s yellow eye fumed in hatred and rage. It lifted a weight high up into the air and slammed it down onto Beau’s foot. A ear shattering scream escaped from Beau’s mouth as it landed, his arms jerked back and the bar plummeted down towards his body, it landed square on his chest with a thud. A deep-cherry red blood spurted from his mouth and his eyes glazed over. The figure clad in black cackled it’s high pitched laugh and then vanished before Missy’s fear stricken eyes.