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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 10/22/2013
A Mother from Nightmares.
As Kimberley rounded the corner, she didn’t know what she would do. She had to face her eventually. She knew that Katie would probably be different, and even if she wasn’t, Kimberley would try and get along with her. Katie had been Kimberley’s best friend in fourth grade through to twelfth grade, but Katie had changed. She began to socialize with people from the other side of the tracks, the drug dealers and alcoholics, and had started to ignore Kimberley.
That was five years ago, and they hadn’t spoken up until a few weeks ago when Katie sent her a message asking for her to come around to her house to have coffee so they could catch up. Although she had been confused as to what had made Katie suddenly contact her, she accepted. As she reached Katie’s house, she went over what she was going to say. She reached the front door, and rang the bell and waited. And waited. After five minutes, she tried the door handle. The door swung open. Kimberley looked around before stepping into the hallway.
The house was quiet. Not a nice kind of quiet. It was eerily quiet. Kimberley looked around the hallway. Big, white doors led off to different rooms. At the last door in the hall, she stopped. She stared at the white door, examining it closely. There was something that didn’t seem right about the door, but all she could think was that it was a different colour to the rest of the doors, painted black. She knew this was Katie’s room. The house hadn’t changed since the last time she came here five years ago, so she knew that it was her old friends. She turned the handle and stepped into the room. Looking around, she saw that the curtains were drawn shut, casting the room into almost blackness. A white four poster bed sat in the middle, and what she saw next made her scream. There was someone on the bed. A sound escaped the lips of the person, who she assumed was Katie. Making her way over the window so she could open the curtains, Kimberly spoke softly. “Katie, it’s Kimberly. I came, like you asked me to.” She looked at the bed. When the sunlight poured through the large window, she screamed. Moaning and drenched in blood, Katie reached a hand out to her old friend. The bedroom was destroyed on one side, clothes everywhere and the cupboard door off its hinges. There was a knife on the bed beside Katie, drenched in blood. Whoever had done this had left the weapon behind. Hands shaking, she covered her mouth to muffle her scream. She reached into her bag and grabbed her phone, calling the police, recounting what she could see in a shaky voice.
Hours later, she was driving home. She had been questioned at the police station, and the police had let her off. She had been told that Katie would survive, and that she had been placed in intensive care. The police had collected the blood-drenched knife and were searching it for finger prints, or any form of DNA. They had said that they would inform her of anything that they found, and until then, she could go home. Driving down the long, winding road that lead to her house, she slammed on the brakes when a woman jumped in front of the car. The woman went around to the passenger side of the car and climbed in, staring at Kimberly with wild eyes. “Who are you? Why the hell did you just do that?!” Kimberly’s heart was pounding. “Come on, girl. Just do what I say.” Her voice was threatening. She reached down into her pocket and fumbled around. Kimberly swallowed the lump in her throat as the woman pulled a knife on her. “Now you’re gunna drive me over to the river. You hear me? I got someone waiting for me.” Kimberly nodded and turned the car around, driving towards the river.
The river looked dirty. Kimberly followed the exact directions of this mystery woman who was sitting in her passenger seat, who was holding a knife at her wrist. They arrived at the place the woman wanted to be, and she parked the car. “Good girl. Walked into my house today to find my daughter there, even though she moved out two years ago. She’d kept her key after I told her to never return to my house. When I found her there, I stabbed her. A lot. Obviously wasn’t enough because the bitch didn’t die! I would have finished the job, but I figured I’d just let her bleed out,” the woman looked at Kimberly, and it clicked who this woman was. “You’re Katie’s mother? You did that to her? YOU LEFT HER FOR DEAD! What kind of person are you?! Your own daughter! Why?” Kimberly’s voice wavered. “She was a bitch. Good riddance.” Katie’s mother brought the knife to Kimberly’s throat. “If you ever tell anybody, I’ll kill you. I mean it. I will hunt you down. Be careful, girl.” At that, she exited the car and ran in the other direction, and Kimberly lost sight of her.
Sitting in her living room, Kimberley couldn’t help but think of Katie and how her mother had left her for dead. Reaching for the phone, she decided to call the police and tell them about it. Talking down the phone to the officer on the other end, she recounted every detail of the day’s happenings, to which the officer replied that they would find Katie’s mother and take her in. As she hung up the phone, the doorbell rang. Going to the door, she exhaled heavily. As she unlocked the door, she jumped back. Standing there was Katie’s mother. “I told you I would find you. And now you’re going to pay,” was all she said before she ran at Kimberly with a knife.
A Mother from Nightmares(Ari Dvorak)
A Mother from Nightmares.
As Kimberley rounded the corner, she didn’t know what she would do. She had to face her eventually. She knew that Katie would probably be different, and even if she wasn’t, Kimberley would try and get along with her. Katie had been Kimberley’s best friend in fourth grade through to twelfth grade, but Katie had changed. She began to socialize with people from the other side of the tracks, the drug dealers and alcoholics, and had started to ignore Kimberley.
That was five years ago, and they hadn’t spoken up until a few weeks ago when Katie sent her a message asking for her to come around to her house to have coffee so they could catch up. Although she had been confused as to what had made Katie suddenly contact her, she accepted. As she reached Katie’s house, she went over what she was going to say. She reached the front door, and rang the bell and waited. And waited. After five minutes, she tried the door handle. The door swung open. Kimberley looked around before stepping into the hallway.
The house was quiet. Not a nice kind of quiet. It was eerily quiet. Kimberley looked around the hallway. Big, white doors led off to different rooms. At the last door in the hall, she stopped. She stared at the white door, examining it closely. There was something that didn’t seem right about the door, but all she could think was that it was a different colour to the rest of the doors, painted black. She knew this was Katie’s room. The house hadn’t changed since the last time she came here five years ago, so she knew that it was her old friends. She turned the handle and stepped into the room. Looking around, she saw that the curtains were drawn shut, casting the room into almost blackness. A white four poster bed sat in the middle, and what she saw next made her scream. There was someone on the bed. A sound escaped the lips of the person, who she assumed was Katie. Making her way over the window so she could open the curtains, Kimberly spoke softly. “Katie, it’s Kimberly. I came, like you asked me to.” She looked at the bed. When the sunlight poured through the large window, she screamed. Moaning and drenched in blood, Katie reached a hand out to her old friend. The bedroom was destroyed on one side, clothes everywhere and the cupboard door off its hinges. There was a knife on the bed beside Katie, drenched in blood. Whoever had done this had left the weapon behind. Hands shaking, she covered her mouth to muffle her scream. She reached into her bag and grabbed her phone, calling the police, recounting what she could see in a shaky voice.
Hours later, she was driving home. She had been questioned at the police station, and the police had let her off. She had been told that Katie would survive, and that she had been placed in intensive care. The police had collected the blood-drenched knife and were searching it for finger prints, or any form of DNA. They had said that they would inform her of anything that they found, and until then, she could go home. Driving down the long, winding road that lead to her house, she slammed on the brakes when a woman jumped in front of the car. The woman went around to the passenger side of the car and climbed in, staring at Kimberly with wild eyes. “Who are you? Why the hell did you just do that?!” Kimberly’s heart was pounding. “Come on, girl. Just do what I say.” Her voice was threatening. She reached down into her pocket and fumbled around. Kimberly swallowed the lump in her throat as the woman pulled a knife on her. “Now you’re gunna drive me over to the river. You hear me? I got someone waiting for me.” Kimberly nodded and turned the car around, driving towards the river.
The river looked dirty. Kimberly followed the exact directions of this mystery woman who was sitting in her passenger seat, who was holding a knife at her wrist. They arrived at the place the woman wanted to be, and she parked the car. “Good girl. Walked into my house today to find my daughter there, even though she moved out two years ago. She’d kept her key after I told her to never return to my house. When I found her there, I stabbed her. A lot. Obviously wasn’t enough because the bitch didn’t die! I would have finished the job, but I figured I’d just let her bleed out,” the woman looked at Kimberly, and it clicked who this woman was. “You’re Katie’s mother? You did that to her? YOU LEFT HER FOR DEAD! What kind of person are you?! Your own daughter! Why?” Kimberly’s voice wavered. “She was a bitch. Good riddance.” Katie’s mother brought the knife to Kimberly’s throat. “If you ever tell anybody, I’ll kill you. I mean it. I will hunt you down. Be careful, girl.” At that, she exited the car and ran in the other direction, and Kimberly lost sight of her.
Sitting in her living room, Kimberley couldn’t help but think of Katie and how her mother had left her for dead. Reaching for the phone, she decided to call the police and tell them about it. Talking down the phone to the officer on the other end, she recounted every detail of the day’s happenings, to which the officer replied that they would find Katie’s mother and take her in. As she hung up the phone, the doorbell rang. Going to the door, she exhaled heavily. As she unlocked the door, she jumped back. Standing there was Katie’s mother. “I told you I would find you. And now you’re going to pay,” was all she said before she ran at Kimberly with a knife.
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Andre Michael Pietroschek
05/02/2022Good story, simple but quickly read. I was instantly on my own Katie factor, reflecting on life lessons & my own not so glamorous moments in those. ``Good friends we had, good friends we lost!´´. Also: The mother of Kathie is well-depicted, an unforgiving criminal, fully aware of how to get people, before the legal system gets a job properly done.
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