Chapter 3
Jack Thompson had been in his room for almost 2 hours. His music still blaring and all of his lights turned off. “Jack your tea is on the table if you want it” His mum stood at the bottom of the stairs and hollered. “Jack!” She looked up towards the landing and wondered why she was even bothering to call him; After all he was 16 if he wanted his dinner he could get his dinner himself.
Sally and Kate had been drinking for almost an hour.
"SAL I THINK IM GONNA PUKE!" Kate yelled running for the bathroom.
"Have a good one!" Sally said swigging the blue liquid from the bottle.
"SALLY Whats wrong with your toilet it wont flush!" Katie shouted in between throwing up "Why wont it flush! IT WONT FLUSH!"
“Oh my gosh are you kidding!” Sally laughed “Hey Kate what colours ya sick!”
Sally rolled around on the bedroom floor giggling before slowly pulling herself up to her feet.
“Kate? Where are you. My head is killing! And the rooms spinning.”
Flush. The sound from the toilet made sally laugh hysterically. “So you got it working then?” Sally began to stumble down the hallway toward the toilet. The door was slightly ajar and a crack of light cascaded onto the wall.
Flush. “Kate how sick was you? You only have to flush a toilet once you know!”
Sally put her hand out and pushed. It seemed to be jammed so she gave it a light kick.
The door flew open to reveal Kates corpse. Her head rammed into the toilet bowl which was now overflowing, her fingernails broken and snapped as she clawed at her attacker and a large silver knife embedded deep within her skull.
Sally was unaware of the large figure in a pink plastic mask that was stood behind her. Sally let out a piercing scream. The man lunged for her hitting his head on the bathtub as she threw herself out of the way. She got up dizzied and disorientated. Running down the hallway and tripping over the carpet as she got to the stairs.
“Come back here!” The man got to his feet and ran down the hallway. Sally lay at the bottom of the stairs. Her right ankle disjointed and the yellow bone protruding through reddened skin. She moaned and pulled herself across the floor toward the door.
“Get away from me!” she groaned. The man bent down and put his masked face near to her ear. She could feel the warmth of his breath. “I’ll be right back kitten.” He whispered, and then turned around heading to the toilet.
Sally reached her arms up and pulled down on the phone wire. She picked up the receiver.
In the toilet blood had pooled around Katie’s body. The man walked up to her and grabbed a hold of the knife handle. He yanked. But it didn’t seem like it wanted to come out. He muttered expletives under his breath. Then putting one foot on the bathtub and one on the back of Katie’s neck he pulled again and the knife came out with a harsh CRACK!
“Sally…are you ready for me? Its show time.” He smiled underneath the mask and walked down the stairs. Sally had gone, and it looked as if she had taken the phone with her.
He yelled punching the wall violently. He removed a leather glove and winced at the sight of his bleeding fingers. “Im gonna cut you nice and slow Sally NICE AND SLOW!” He dipped his head to look for her.
“Well that’s just how I like it!” She yelled as she rammed a large kitchen knife into his chest.
She had managed to crawl underneath the stairs and phone the police who were on the way.
The man fell to the floor and she started to cry as she stumbled to the front door.
Ten minutes later the police arrived. “My friend you should check on her, She’s in the bathroom.” Sally said. “The mans at the bottom of the stairs be careful!” The paramedic wrapped gauze around her wound. “Your very lucky miss this should heal pretty quickly” he said as he closed his case and got into the ambulance.
“Sally…There’s no man in here.” The policeman put his arm around her and walked her into the hallway. He was right there was no one there.
“Oh Fu...” she cried and collapsed to the floor.
Jacks room was a Goth teen’s paradise. Black walls covered in green and pink graffiti, posters of all of his favourite bands and singers as well as movie stars. It was any teen’s paradise. Jacks mum however constantly referred to it as ‘the pit’ on account of its smell and the clothes that were often strewn across the floor.
“Look Jack im sorry about earlier? Are you coming for dinner?” She walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. “Jack?” No reply. She knocked again. “Jack? Don’t ignore me!” She pushed the door open and flicked on the light switch. “Jack…” The quilt on the bed was stained red with dark patches dripping onto the floor creating a pool. “JACK!” she ran forward and flipped the bedclothes.
Jack wasn’t there. Although there was a large red mess where he had been. She reached forward and her fingers touched the wet red puddle. “Blood?” she said to herself inspecting her hands. “MUM! What are you doing in my room! Get out! NOW!” she saw that his hands were stained red as he pushed her out of the door violently. “Wait a second Jack! Are you hurt?!” She jumped as he slammed the door in her face. “ITS RED PAINT OK?? I WAS PAINTING MY ROOM! NOW DO ME A FAVOUR AND F**K OFF!!”
Sarah Thompson looked down at her red hands. “Gosh…” she muttered.
To be continued...