by myself
(not in any way, at all, based on the school I go to. not at all.)
The heavy door of the women's bathroom
swung shut behind the girl. Her wedge heels made soft thuds across
the tile, the sound echoing in the empty room. Brushing back a long
brown hair from her face, she ducked into one of the stalls to grab
some toilet paper to blow her nose, balancing her laptop and
textbooks in one arm. Stupid allergies. Of course she hadn't
brought any Kleenex with in her purse today. She'd ended up fighting
a runny nose all through her speech class.
She paused mid sneeze, thinking she
heard a sound. Nothing. Shrugging, she finished and tossed the
toilet paper into the garbage can. Her movement activated the water
faucet in the sink nearest to her and she started. Gosh, she needed
to stop being so skittish! She worked at a haunted house for crying
out loud, she should be used to noises and - wait, what did her job
have to do the water in the bathroom. What was up with her? All day
she'd been jumping at noises and sights out of the corner of her
eyes.
Rolling up the sleeves of her purple
sweater, the girl stepped up to the sink to wash her hands and double
checked her reflection in the mirror. Assured that her eyeliner was
intact, she reached for the paper towel dispenser and froze. The
water faucet at the opposite end of the row of sinks was on. How on
earth.... she was the only
one in here, wasn't she?
The girl licked
her lips nervously as she dried her hands. She watched the water
streaming into the sink, and started backing towards the door. The
water turned off. Then it turned back on again and so did the next
one closest to her. Then the next one, and the next, each one
getting closer and closer. She panicked and whirled to the door. It
wouldn't open.
Her heart pounding
now and the sound of water faucets turning on getting closer she
pulled as hard as she could. The door gave way and opened, and as
she darted out of the bathroom she could hear the water shut off.
~
The boy
pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and checked the screen.
Hey
sweetie! Want 2 meet me in parking lot at T?
Sure.
B rt there. He texted back,
shoving his heavy pre-med textbooks into his backpack. The sun had
more or less set all the way, but he decided to walk around to the
parking lot outside rather than cutting through the buildings. He
stood up from the table in the cafeteria, stretching out before
shouldering his backpack. The cell phone went back into the pocket
of his faded cargo pants and he headed out into the evening.
The
night air was still mild and a gentle breeze brushed across his dark
skin. In the distance he could hear the last of the summer's
crickets chirping and a frog croaking down in the pond. He followed
the brick lined path through the set up of tables and chairs and
along the small grove of trees in the center of campus.
He
stopped in the path, across from the small white school house that
sat in the middle of the grove. His head tilted as he listened, brow
furrowing in puzzlement. There it was again. It sounded like...
Yes,
that was definitely giggling that he heard. He looked around to see
if there was couple sitting out at one of the picnic tables or a
couple of girls walking down the path. No, no one there. But he
could have sworn her heard the sound of laughter. Wait, there it was
again! It was – child's laughter?
His
mouth suddenly dry, the boy turned and looked again at the old wooden
school house. There were no lights, no sign of movement anywhere,
but he was certain that the laughter had come from that direction.
And there it was again. A little louder this time, and unmistakably
the sound of a child laughing. Of children laughing.
There
were no children around.
He took
a deep breath, scratching the stubble of a beard on his chin while he
steadied himself and then quickly began walking away, willing himself
not to run. There was the sound of laughter again behind him, and he
bolted off into the night.
~
Ah, the
night before Halloween – it never failed to be crisp and calm and
suspenseful, as if it was holding it's breath in anticipation of the
mischief and ghosts of the day to come. Her cheerfully grinning jack
'o' lantern earrings bobbed up and down as the young woman walked
briskly out of the school and into the night. In her mind she was
going over again all the elements of her costume for the next day.
Bat
wings, check. Ears, check. Black pants and top, check. Oh, she
couldn't wait to see everyone's costumes!
She
pulled her keys from the pocket of her teal plaid coat, clicking the
button to unlock her car. The headlights blinked on and off in a
welcoming response. Sliding her faux leather laptop bag off her
shoulder and juggling it with her waterbottle and lunchbag, she
opened the back door of her little Chevy and plopped her things in
the seat. As she straightened up, she found herself looking at a
what looked like a (rather short) person, staring at her a few
parking spaces over. She blinked and looked again – and saw no
one. Slowly closing the door to her car, she looked around again,
the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. There was no one in
sight.
Shrugging
it off, the young woman slipped into her car, automatically pressing
the lock button as she shut the door. She inserted her car key into
the ignition and gave it a turn. There was no response. Puzzled,
she turned her key again and the car sputtered, than died. “Come
on baby, what's wrong?” she murmured, starting to feel frustrated.
None of her lights had been on, there was no way the car battery
could be dead.
All of
a sudden her headlights flashed on and the car engine started up with
a roar. She jumped, gasping and placing a hand over her pounding
heart. What on earth was up with her car? And hadn't... she looked
down and stared at her key. It was in the off position.
The car
died again. Heart now pounding wildly, she took a shaking breath and
turned the key in the ignition one more time. The car started
normally. Okay, this was really weird. “Come on,” she
chuckled nervously, “you love spooky stuff like this.”
Yeah,
not in real life.
“You're
just on edge because it's the night before Halloween,” she talked
out loud to herself. “If this was any other night of the year, you
wouldn't care.” Talking out loud didn't keep the feeling that
someone was watching her grow stronger. She backed out of her
parking space, glancing around as she did for a sign of anyone. No
one was around. Then why did it feel like...
No,
there wasn't anyone watching her. She shifted into drive and drove
through the parking lot a little faster than might have been
approved. This was ridiculous. No one was watching her. No one was
in the back seat of her car.
The
back seat of her car? Why had she thought someone could be in her
back seat? Her imagination was running away with her, she was the
only one in the car. The only one, no one else was here.
She
peeled out of the parking lot, barely pausing at the stop signs as
panic mode started to take in. What the heck was going on with her
tonight? She sped up the private road out of the college, unable to
shake the feeling that eyes were boring into the back of her neck. A
red light greeted her at the entrance to the main road, forcing her
to stop and wait to turn left. Nervously, she glanced into her
rearview mirror at her back seat. There was nothing there. Nothing
at all.... how on earth had her waterbottle gotten into the
passenger seat? She knew she had put it into the back.
The
light turned green and just as she moved her foot to the gas pedal,
the back door of her car flew open and slammed shut. Her hand flew
up to cover a scream and she flew forward, leaving behind the school
and whatever it was that had opened her car door and taken the
sensation of being watched with it.
I love it. Very eerie.
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