R. Edinger - Night Kill

“Did you hear it,” the frizzy haired boy asked the one with the earrings.

“Yeah,” he replied. “It sounded like my sister.”

“Come on,” a dark haired girl said.

The four of them ran down the hallway in the direction of the scream. Roxanne turned off her flashlight and followed at a safe distance. When they got there, a girl with short cropped black hair was curled up in a fetal position murmuring incoherently.

“Where’s Chad?” the boy with the earrings asked. She didn’t answer.

Roxanne couldn’t see because the rest of them blocked her view. She tried to push past them when they all heard it; an eerily moan.

“What’s that, Jazz?” one of the girls asked with her eyes wide with fright.

“I don’t know,” Jazz answered sharply.

Roxanne, who for some reason hadn’t been noticed by the group, left them and headed off in search of the source of the moaning. When she got to the staircase, Roxanne switched on her flashlight and followed the descending steps. The beam of light finally came to rest upon a hooded figure. The person simply stood there not moving at all. Why didn’t he move? Surely the light was bright enough for them to see that someone was there.

“Who are you?” Roxanne called out. No reply.

“What are you doing here?” Roxanne demanded. The hooded figure made no sound.

Roxanne was about to step forward, when the hooded figure started towards her instead. She immediately bolted up the stairs and back down the hallway to warn the others.

Chloe had witnessed Roxanne go into her trance. She was in awe of such a gift. Feeling that it was perfectly safe, she decided to explore the dorm room a bit more. It was too bad that the candles had all burnt out, because they would’ve been a welcome addition to her flashlight. Chloe searched the dorm room floor with her flashlight. She walked about looking for some clues that would help find the missing teenagers. As Chloe approached the closet she noticed a few drops of dried blood. Chloe grasped hold of the sliding door handle with one hand and opened it, readying herself for anything that might’ve popped out! Unfortunately there was only the Ouji board on the floor of the closet. She bent down and picked it up. Chloe closed the closet door and walked back over to Roxanne. Roxanne was still in her trance, so Chloe sat down outside the circle of candles and opened the game. When she laid out the game board, a blood stained piece of material fell out. Now Chloe knew the source of the blood on the floor by the closet. She didn’t have an evidence bag, so Chloe carefully placed the piece of cloth in her pocket. Why hadn’t the authorities or her dad confiscated the game to begin with, Chloe wondered? Chloe considered that perhaps they were too concerned with searching for the missing teenagers, or had they just blown it off as them just running away from home or something like that. Either way, Chloe had her first real clue. She glanced back over at Roxanne. Chloe was starting to get worried about the length of time that Roxanne had been in her trance. She was equally afraid to just wake her from it too.

Roxanne was on her way, when the rest of the teenagers were rushing towards her! She instinctively jumped out of the way. Roxanne watched them bound down the stairs towards the hooded figure. She went after them and when she came to the top of the stairs, Roxanne saw the hooded figure being chased by them. Roxanne decided to follow and practically ran down the stairs to do so. As she got to the bottom of the stairs, Roxanne heard what sounded like a heavy wooden door slam shut. She bolted down the long hallway and soon came to a wooden door. Roxanne opened the door and stepped through. She appeared to be in a church. Roxanne looked around and saw teenagers had the hooded figure surrounded. She immediately headed in their direction, but came to a sudden stop when a second person, wearing all black, stepped forward from the shadows. The person’s identity was hidden by a hooded mask. The teenagers were startled by the appearance of the masked person. Before they could recover, the person in black attacked in a martial arts fury. The boys tried to defend themselves and the girls, but it was in vain. Within minutes all of the teenagers were on the floor, unconscious.

Roxanne had to go back to the dorm room where she and Chloe had been to when they arrived. She had to wake from her trance and tell Chloe what she had seen.

Chloe rose to her feet when she heard moaning sounds coming from beyond the door to the dorm room. She withdrew her gun and stepped up to the door. Chloe grasped hold of the knob, gave it a twist, and quickly opened the door. She entered the hallway with her gun in the ready position. Chloe saw nothing, but the moaning continued. She went back and retrieved her flashlight. When Chloe exited the room, she closed the door and walked in the direction of the stairs. The moaning sound was getting louder as Chloe neared the stairway. She slowed her pace and readied both flashlight and gun for when the time came to look down the stairs. Chloe’s heart was beating fast, and her breathing was labored. She took a minute to calm down and stepped forward.

Roxanne finally woke from her trance. She looked around the dorm room. Chloe was gone! Roxanne rose a bit unsteadily to her feet. It felt like a thousand needles were pricking her flesh. Roxanne fought off the feeling, grabbed her flashlight, and went to look for Chloe. She exited the dorm room and headed towards the stairs. So far there was no sign of Chloe. Where could she be?

Roxanne walked down the stairs and as soon as she reached the first floor, she heard moaning sounds. She turned and flashed her light down the hallway leading to the church. Roxanne saw nothing.

“Chloe!” Roxanne cried out. There was no reply.

Roxanne continued down the hallway and upon reaching the door to the church, she stumbled from something on the floor. She shone her light down to see what it was. Roxanne gasped and was taken aback. It was a gun and flashlight.

“Chloe!” Roxanne shouted after she opened the door to the church. The sound of her voice echoed across the vast, empty sanctuary. Roxanne knew what to do. She had to get help. Roxanne closed the door and was about to turn around. She felt a blow to the head and was immediately rendered unconscious.

Even before he opened his eyes, the light from the morning sun already lit them up. He rolled over on his side and put the pillow over his head. It was too late. No matter how hard he tried, the blasted light had woken him up. He finally opened his eyes to see the sun just coming over the lake. He put the pillow back and pushed the button to raise the bed. After playing with it a few minutes, he finally found the right position. There was a knock at the door. He replied to come in.

“Good morning,” a red haired nurse smiled. She walked in carrying his breakfast tray.

“Good morning,” he hesitated, “Veronica, right?”

“Well at least your short-term memory is still working,” Veronica smiled, her green eyes scrunched up at the corners. She walked over and put the tray on his lap.

“Thanks,” he replied. He removed the cover to reveal a hearty breakfast of pancakes and sausages. His stomach was growling, so loud in fact that Veronica heard it. She smiled.

“You’re scheduled for a session with Doctor Straussman this morning at eleven,” Veronica announced, as she looked at the screen of her palm pilot. She glanced in his direction just in time to see him take the last bite of his food. “My, you really were hungry,” Veronica laughed. He unexpectedly burped. They both laughed. “Hey,” she suggested. “Since we have time I want to take you somewhere.”

“Where is that?” he inquired.