Justin's P.O.V
I sat in History class. It was actually one of my favourite subjects. Why? Because I had a pretty bad ass teacher! Mr.Lee-Jones was a pretty young teacher, so he let us watch horror movies that had some what...'educational' purpose to them. As the horror films were about to finish, I got a text.
Luckily I had my phone on silent, so no one could hear. I took my phone out of my pocket and I looked at the message.
To: Justin B. From: Unknown Number
What the? Unknown number?
I read the message but I couldn't understand it. It was just a repetition of 1 and 0s.
01010101010101010100101010101010010101000011 111001010101001010101010101010101111000010 11010111001001000100011100100010011100111100 101010101011110000001010101010100101001011 11010000111100101001010101001010011010101010 101010100101010111110010101001010010101010 00101010110101000010101010101001010101010101 011011010101010101010101010101010010101010 01010010101010101010101010000000101111100100 000000001000000010101010110001111101110010 11111101001010111010101010010101001010000111 110101001010101010100101010101010101001010 10101010101010101010000101010101100101101001 010101010011001010101010100101010101010101 01010101010101010101010101010100101010101011 001011010100110010101010100101000010101101 10100101010101010101111111111110000000001010 100101001010101010101111111000010100101010 10101010100101010010100101111100101100101011 110110100101010101110110101001010001010101
That was basically the whole message. The message was some how still continuing. It just kept on going, like it was an endless bar code that hardly anyone can understand. Is this some sort of joke? I looked around the class and everyone had their eyes stuck to the screen. I looked back down at the screen, the numbers kept on going across the screen, continuously starting a new line. Is Ryan pranking me? I then remembered, Ryan had gym and his phone was in his bag. So...he couldn't be doing this...so...who?
I continued to look down at the screen, trying to find like...a secret picture or message within the numbers. My eyes felt like they were dying. they couldn't keep up with the numbers. I rubbed the inner corners of my eyes with my thumb and my index finger.
My eyes slowly cleared up and I looked down at the screen. I then saw her. Yvette. Her face...well...her hood, was appearing up slowly. The picture was coming out in front of the moving numbers. The picture, so clear and so define that it looked like it was taken by a photographer. Her head was bowed down. She then slowly lifted her head up.
I saw her pale face. It looked like she hasn't been eating for weeks. She smiled and I saw blood running from her mouth. it was slowly leaving a bloody trail from the corner of her mouth all the way down to her chin. It was holding on like a droplet on the tap.
I saw Yvette's face zoom out and I saw her whole body. It was small, skinny, pale and most of all, it was covered by her red hood and black dress. I couldn't help but notice how the dress just fitted her body perfect. Like a glove....
Yvette slowly went on her knees and I saw there was a body lying right in front of her. I only saw theback of the person's head and their arm was sticking out as their head rested on it. The body looked like it belonged to a boy. Yvette then pulled out a knife and she stabbed him repeatedly. She looked happy doing it.
She is fucken crazy!!!! WHO WOULD EVER WANT TO DATE HER?!?! After she was done with her maniac killing. She looked directly at me. Her eyes were stinging into my soul. the scratch on my neck started to act up. I held the scratch tight with my free hand, so I could prevent myself from screaming in pain. Stupid venom! Why the fuck did she put that stuff in me anyways? -.-"
I looked up and I didn't notice Mr.Lee-Jones put in a new movie. No one was noticing that I was on my phone. I looked back down at my screen. Yvette slowly got up and she walked away from the body.
She moved her hand behind her back and I saw her bloody knife. It was shiny, even with blood covered all over. I looked at the body. Who is that? The body then slowly moved. It turned around so I could see the face. The person was.....ME?!?!???!?!?!
I WAS THE ONE YVETTE JUST KILLED?!?!?! I then heard Yvette's giggle come out of my phone. I still could see her knife in the phone. She then, with a flick of the wrist, threw the knife straight at me. The knife came closer and closer. And then...my screen just broke. It just suddenly shut up and the screen had this HUGE crack in the middle.
Did that really just happen? I then felt a liquid go on my hand. I took my free hand away from my neck since the scratch wasn't hurting anymore. I slowly picked up the phone with my free hand and I saw blood was on my hand. I looked at the back of the broken phone. Blood was slowly oozing out from the back case. Holy shit.....
The bell then rang. The lights then got turned back on and Mr.Lee-Jones took out the disc. I looked back on my hand and there wasn't anything. Nothing. Not even a drop of red ANYWHERE! This is getting WAAYYY too freaky!
Mr.Lee-Jones shouted us our homework as we all got up from our seats. I got out of mine and I walked towards sir's desk. "Um...Mr.L." I said. "Ah! Justin. How can i help you?" he asked as he propped his feet on his desk. I held my backpack strap tightly.
"Umm...you know how you are into freaky movies and history and all that." I started. Mr.Lee-Jones nodded his head as a sign of him following me. "Well....do you know a movie or something in history about a girl called Little Red Riding Hood?" I asked. Mr Lee-Jones chuckled. "ahh...little Red Riding Hood." he said with a smile. WHY IS HE SMILING?!?!? SHE IS SCARY AS FUCK!
"So you know about her?" I asked. "Know? I am basically stalking her." said Mr.Lee-Jones in a joking sort of way. "Ah yes...little Red Riding hood. Her real name is actually Yvette Barrera. Was she something...You know it is said to believe that Yvette got killed by her boyfriend. And on his birthday, she came back to life and killed him. Freaky thing is she painted her boyfriend's wall in blood and she drank it as well. Funny girl really." explained Mr.Lee-Jones. FUNNY?!?!?!? YOU CALL THAT FUNNY?!?! I CALL THAT SELF-DELUSIONAL!
"IS that all you wanted to ask Justin?" asked Mr.Lee-Jones. I nodded my head. "thanks sir." I said. I turned around and I walked out of the class room. As I was walking, I saw her at the end of the corridor. I quickly walked up to her and stood there. "There is nothing funny about you. You're insane." I said. She just shrugged her shoulders.
"It's just a trait I have." she whispered and then she disappeared...for now. I sighed. As I walked to Spanish, I couldn't help but think about one thing.
Was the boy she stabbed...her boyfriend? And if that was her boyfriend...does that mean...she is going to kill me?
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Little Red Riding Hood (Completed)
HorrorThe girl with the red hood. She not like most girls. She was pale. Holds a knife with red blood dripping from the end and her mouth. She is a killer, a demon.
