DON’T TURN ON THE LIGHT
She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. Facilities would have to come to fix the sink in the bathroom…again.
Her fingers closed on the textbook. She picked it up softly and withdrew from the room as silently as she could.
Relieved to be out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into an overstuffed chair and studied until six o’clock. She finally decided that enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she could get a couple hours sleep before her nine o’clock exam.
The first of the sun’s rays were beaming through the windows as she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken Jenna. Her nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her eyes registered the scene in her dorm room. Jenna was spread-eagled on top of her bed against the far wall, her throat cut from ear to ear and her nightdress stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.
Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself any more than she could cease wringing her hands. All along the hallway, doors slammed and footsteps came running down the passage.
Within moments other students had gathered in her doorway, and one of her friends gripped her arm with a shaking hand and pointed a trembling finger toward the wall. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Then she fainted into her friend’s arms.
On the wall above her bed, written in her roommate’s blood, were the words: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”…Sarah laughed out loud after reading the horror story on americanfolklore.net. from her mobile phone. Sarah loves to read scary stories and watch scary movies. She thought they were very entertaining and hilarious as well. They are just fiction my dear, it is only scary to the weak in mind, she would say.
It was 12:47 am, she finally stood up after hours of lying and surfing the internet for horror stories to read. Sarah sluggishly walked towards the bathroom, turned on the bathroom light and went in. suddenly her shampoo jar fell and spilled on the bathroom floor, she hurriedly picked it and placed it back in the cabinet. And then she dropped the toilet sat, sat on it and gave a sigh of relief as she took a whizz.
A song Adiemus by Enya came on, it came from the bedroom. It was Sarah’s ringtone and she couldn’t help but wonder who could be calling by in the middle of the night. She needed to make it to her phone before it stops ringing, so she stood up from the toilet in a rush. On her way out in a hurry, she stepped on d spilled shampoo on d floor, she slipped and hit her head against the tub. Immediately the light went off.
Sarah on the floor in a pool of her own blood and no help forth coming, she would bleed to death
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