Short Stories

You Reckless Children

"Um, are you sure about this?" Barf Bag asked, a little nervous.

"Of course!" Gelatin whooped out. "Do you honestly believe in those stupid rumors about ghosts killing and haunting people?"

"Well.." Barf Bag had been watching a lot of paranormal activity documentaries lately.

"Doesn't matter. Let's go!" Gelatin shouted, running into the asylum. Barf Bag reluctantly followed, breaking a sweat.

Once inside, all she could see was decaying walls, doors, metal bars, and windows. She shut the entrance door, which gave a loud bang as it closed. She couldn't believe she was commiting to this.

Gelatin was already trying to muscle open a locked door. Barf Bag shook his shoulder and pointed him towards an unlocked door. 

They were lead down a long hallway filled with prison like cells. Nothing but a singular bed in each room.

Gelatin merrily skipped down the hall, to the next door. There was another three way split.

Gelatin didn't even give it a thought, and opened the right door.

Just before going through, Barf Bag stopped him. "Why this way? Why can't we just leave?"

Gelatin scoffed. "Don't be a baby, BB. Plus, right is always right." He smirked, turning away from her and skipping down the hall.

The hall had the Wardens office, which was slightly ajar.

Barf Bag didn't notice thought her looked out one of the windows. Barf Bag slowly opened the door, it creaked at the movement.

When she could see the chair behind the desk, she froze. Not only did it smell rotten, but she knew why.

She turned away from the room and slammed it shut. The door groaned loudly from it.

Gelatin snapped his attention to the shut door. He saw Barf Bag freaking out, and let out a sassy, "What's the matter, Barfy, ya seeing ghosts?"

Barf Bag sternly looked at Gelatin once hearing this, and replied. "W-Why don't you check it out yourself?" She moved away from the door, to allow Gelatin the option of looking.

Gelatin did, and he, too, froze.

It was the Warden, with fresh blood pouring out of a wound near his heart area. He seemed old, as if he'd been taking care of the place his whole life. He had a spray bottle in hand, probably cleaning the desk. When Gelatin looked at the desk, he could in fact see a slightly cleaner spot on the desk compared to the other.

"That's.."

"We have to get out of here, Jelly." Barf Bag stated. "That is not a death that happened long ago, that's new. The murderer could be in the building!" She whisper shouted.

Gelatin nodded, suddenly not feeling so adventurous as before.

When they reached the three doorway split, they ran to the right down the first hallway. But something was off. At the end of the hallway, the door was shut. They both ran down, adrenaline rushing through them. Gelatin tried his hardest to open the door, but it was locked.

"Shit shit shit SHIT!" Gelatin panicked, as he continued to struggle with the door.

Barf Bag stopped him. "We have to find another exit."

Gelatin stopped and hesitated, before nodding. "Y-Yeah."

They turned around..

A black figure was at the other end of the hallway, gun in hand, walking slowly towards them.

They started pleading for their lives, promising they wouldn't tell anybody about this day, and trying to bargain with this person.

The figure came into view, and their body was in a black suit, and a white hockey mask, resembling Jason, except this person definitely wasn't Jason.

They did not say anything, did not feel pity for them. He just simply held up the gun, pointing at them. They cried louder and harder, and kept begging, in a pathetic attempt to keep alive. He then shot both of them.

And he felt zero remorse.

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Oh my God! I did something! Anyway, how are you guys? I hope you liked this 'horror' chapter. I'm not very good at writing something like rhis., But I just wanted to show you guys, I'm not dead! Anyway, have a good one everyone!