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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 03/22/2014
THE MIND
The party was amazing. The girls danced like there’s no tomorrow, the boys flirted with the cheerleaders, and the nerds sat in the corner playing some card game. The music blasted in the small house, and everything seemed fine. That is, until he heard the voices in his head. He sat on the couch alone watching everyone, but never did it occur to anyone that he saw them all as a threat. He couldn’t control it. When he had awakened, the bodies laid scattered and bloodied.
“The party’s at my place at six.” Collin’s best friend, Darren, said.
The three boys walked home from a rough game of basketball and glistened with sweat.
“How do you know your mama’s not kidding you?” Kennyon questioned.
“That won’t happen,” Darren started, “I know my mama.”
As they continued home, they exchanged party ideas. Collin, Kennyon, and Darren were best friends since Pre-K and were considered popular in school. Upon sight, you would think Collin was a normal young man. He was tall, muscular, and always had a smile on his face. The girls thought he was “cute”, and he had the perfect friends. But there was something different about Collin. He heard voices. Not the voices as in the people around him, but the ones that came when no one was around. When he was alone, lost in thought, they came to him, but all they did was make him sleepy. When he would awaken, he’d find himself in strange predicaments. Once, he found himself in the park with a butcher’s knife in his hand. Another time, he found himself at a random doorstep with a machete. He never told anyone about this because he hated expressing his feelings.
The alarm clock blared to signal that it was time to wake up. Today was the day of Darren’s sixteenth birthday. Collin brushed his teeth, washed his face and got dressed. He and Kennyon were going to help Darren’s mother with decorations along with the cake and party favors. Once he finished eating, Collin rushed out the house to walk four blocks to Darren’s. When he arrived, Kennyon had already begun to hang the banner that exclaimed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARREN!” in giant sky blue letters. That was Darren’s favorite color, sky blue. The deejay had arrived, and began to set up the equipment. The party guests were arriving, and Collin knew that Darren was going to love the party.
Everything was ready, but Darren hadn’t arrived yet.
“Where’s Darren Mrs. J?” Kennyon asked Darren’s mother.
“Oh, he’s with his father,” Mrs. Jones suddenly remembered.
“Well, he’d better hurry before everyone begins to leave,” Collin remarked.
Finally, Darren and his father pulled in the driveway. Everyone found a hiding spot and waited for them to walk in.
“SURPRISE!” everyone exclaimed and the music began. Darren was shocked at how much his mother and friends did.
“Happy Birthday Darren!” Collin and Kennyon exclaimed as they greeted Darren.
After cake and presents, Collin decided to sit down on the couch and scope around. Everyone was having a great time, but Collin saw different. They looked as if they were all plotting something against him. Everyone that looked at him was a suspect.
“They don’t like you boy,” a voice screamed at him, “They never did!” Collin looked around to try and decipher the voice, but it wasn’t anywhere to be found. He thought that maybe it was the music, but it was just playing a slow song.
“I know you hear me boy,” it came again, “don’t play dumb!”
“But I’m not,” Collin finally spoke up, “I don’t even know who you are.”
Collin began to panic. He didn’t know what or who was talking to him. He tried fighting off the urge of sleep, but the restlessness enveloped him. When he had awakened, the bodies laid scattered and bloodied. Heart racing, breath quickening, Collin rushed to the nearest phone. No one was alive. Kennyon and Darren, his best friends, were laid flat in the kitchen, and everyone else was in the living room. Collin quickly dialed for the police.
“9-1-1 what’s your emergency?” the operator asked.
“Um, there were multiple murders on 123 Sesame Street!” Collin exclaimed frantically.
“Hold on sir, I’m dispatching the police now. Are you the only survivor?”
“Yes, yes I am.” Collin hung up and threw his hands over his head. He looked down, saw his bloodstained shirt and dread swam through him. He realized he’d committed the murders.
The Mind(Dasia Wallace)
THE MIND
The party was amazing. The girls danced like there’s no tomorrow, the boys flirted with the cheerleaders, and the nerds sat in the corner playing some card game. The music blasted in the small house, and everything seemed fine. That is, until he heard the voices in his head. He sat on the couch alone watching everyone, but never did it occur to anyone that he saw them all as a threat. He couldn’t control it. When he had awakened, the bodies laid scattered and bloodied.
“The party’s at my place at six.” Collin’s best friend, Darren, said.
The three boys walked home from a rough game of basketball and glistened with sweat.
“How do you know your mama’s not kidding you?” Kennyon questioned.
“That won’t happen,” Darren started, “I know my mama.”
As they continued home, they exchanged party ideas. Collin, Kennyon, and Darren were best friends since Pre-K and were considered popular in school. Upon sight, you would think Collin was a normal young man. He was tall, muscular, and always had a smile on his face. The girls thought he was “cute”, and he had the perfect friends. But there was something different about Collin. He heard voices. Not the voices as in the people around him, but the ones that came when no one was around. When he was alone, lost in thought, they came to him, but all they did was make him sleepy. When he would awaken, he’d find himself in strange predicaments. Once, he found himself in the park with a butcher’s knife in his hand. Another time, he found himself at a random doorstep with a machete. He never told anyone about this because he hated expressing his feelings.
The alarm clock blared to signal that it was time to wake up. Today was the day of Darren’s sixteenth birthday. Collin brushed his teeth, washed his face and got dressed. He and Kennyon were going to help Darren’s mother with decorations along with the cake and party favors. Once he finished eating, Collin rushed out the house to walk four blocks to Darren’s. When he arrived, Kennyon had already begun to hang the banner that exclaimed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARREN!” in giant sky blue letters. That was Darren’s favorite color, sky blue. The deejay had arrived, and began to set up the equipment. The party guests were arriving, and Collin knew that Darren was going to love the party.
Everything was ready, but Darren hadn’t arrived yet.
“Where’s Darren Mrs. J?” Kennyon asked Darren’s mother.
“Oh, he’s with his father,” Mrs. Jones suddenly remembered.
“Well, he’d better hurry before everyone begins to leave,” Collin remarked.
Finally, Darren and his father pulled in the driveway. Everyone found a hiding spot and waited for them to walk in.
“SURPRISE!” everyone exclaimed and the music began. Darren was shocked at how much his mother and friends did.
“Happy Birthday Darren!” Collin and Kennyon exclaimed as they greeted Darren.
After cake and presents, Collin decided to sit down on the couch and scope around. Everyone was having a great time, but Collin saw different. They looked as if they were all plotting something against him. Everyone that looked at him was a suspect.
“They don’t like you boy,” a voice screamed at him, “They never did!” Collin looked around to try and decipher the voice, but it wasn’t anywhere to be found. He thought that maybe it was the music, but it was just playing a slow song.
“I know you hear me boy,” it came again, “don’t play dumb!”
“But I’m not,” Collin finally spoke up, “I don’t even know who you are.”
Collin began to panic. He didn’t know what or who was talking to him. He tried fighting off the urge of sleep, but the restlessness enveloped him. When he had awakened, the bodies laid scattered and bloodied. Heart racing, breath quickening, Collin rushed to the nearest phone. No one was alive. Kennyon and Darren, his best friends, were laid flat in the kitchen, and everyone else was in the living room. Collin quickly dialed for the police.
“9-1-1 what’s your emergency?” the operator asked.
“Um, there were multiple murders on 123 Sesame Street!” Collin exclaimed frantically.
“Hold on sir, I’m dispatching the police now. Are you the only survivor?”
“Yes, yes I am.” Collin hung up and threw his hands over his head. He looked down, saw his bloodstained shirt and dread swam through him. He realized he’d committed the murders.
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