Scary Story By Ling

It was hard to say who was who. For a moment, they all were the same. We all stood around the fire. The building was no longer there.

We, were murderers. We had burned down the building, thinking it was empty, then we heard it, the screams. The man inside had been frying while we stood outside laughing, at least until we heard it.

He was a janitor. A clean up man. But still...we, had killed him. Just a group of teenage friends looking for a kick. I stood next to my girlfriend, Kate. She had a horrible look on her face. She knew, what she had ultimately done. She and the others, including me, had committed manslaughter.

The others that stood around were Gail Frank, John Stevens, and Fiona Gaden. Then there was Kate and I. As soon as we heard the screaming Kate looked at me. "Dylan, we...we..." she couldn't finish. Gail and Fiona took off. Now it was just me, Kate, and John. "Dylan, when the cops find out, man, we're f***ed!" I looked at him.

"Shut up John, just shut up!" I knew he was right, but I didn't need to hear it. No, not know. God, what we did, God. Not right in my head, I knew Kate and John felt the same way. My chest was warm from the fire. Kate and I moved away from the wreck. "Dylan! You don't tell anyone, you hear me?" the guy was giving me orders and he was two years younger than me.

I walked Kate home. Then I slowly walked home. I didn't want to face my parents. When I opened the door, the lights were off. My parents were asleep. I walked to my room and laid down in my bed. I couldn't believe I had killed a person. I couldn't believe it. The dark came over me. I drifted off, into sleep.

I woke up to my parents talking. I walked out of my room and over to them. They looked at me awkwardly. Then they told me. Gail, was dead, she had been murdered in her sleep. What? I began to sweat.

I ran out of the house, I still had on my cloths from last night. I kept running, where to? Kate's. Her house.

When I arrived I found her sitting at her table in her bedroom.
"Kate, Gails," she nodded, she already knew. I ran to her.
"Why is this happening Dylan?" She asked for a question in which I had no answer. Why was this happening? Coincidence, no, very unlikely. She was crying again. Then the phone rang. Loud. I picked up.

"Hello, this is the police..." "Yes," I said hesitatedly.
"Is this the home of Fran and Bill Finn?" "Yes..." "Is this Bill?" "No," "Who is this?" "Robby," I said, Robby was Kate's older brother, he was three months younger than me. Odd that the police would tell Rob something like this...

"Fiona Gaden is dead..." I imediatly hung up. Jesus Christ!

I grabbed Kate's arm, "We have to go!" She got up, knowing I had a good reason. We ran out of the house to find Kate's parents, they didnt like me much. We ran right around them. Then, we arrived at John's house.

"Johny...you here?" I called. No answer. The from behind a door, John came out. "Hey Dylan, did you know that Fiona and Gail are dead?" Yes, of course I friggen knew.
"Yes, sure I do." "They would have talked, they would have told..." "Where the h*** are you goin with this?" I asked.

"They would have went to the police!" He threw two pictures on the table next to me and Kate. I picked them up. One was of Gail, her throat was slit and she had a knife in her chest. The other was of Fiona, her right hand had been hacked off, and her face was cut. She was in the bath, now, most of the water was red, with blood.

"John, what the h*** is this all about?" I tightly grabbed Kate's hand. I already knew.
"I couldn't have them go to the police, I couldn't. Not with what we had done!" he screamed. I looked at the pictures again, I got suddenly dizzy. God d***.

"John, your a god d*** killer!" I yelled. Kate was silent, and scared. Then from behind his back, John pulled a sharp kitchen knife, obviously sharpened. "I cant let you go to the police either, Dylan, I knew you wouldn't, but that b**** behind you, Kate, she would say something, give away, keep you out of it.

Cause your her d*** boyfriend! Know remember what we always said man? What's mine is yours? Well this is my knife, and now it's both of yours!" He ran at us. Kate and I ran back. Kate out the front door, good.

Now for me. Then John grabbed my neck. He stuck me in the shoulder with his knife. I screamed in anguish. I took the knife and stabbed John in the chest. Blood poured from both Johns mouth and his wound.

"You son of a b****, you friggen stabbed me!" He fell to the ground and was dead. Later I came out of the house.
"Kate!" I saw her across the street. She ran to me and hugged me. I kissed her and we went home.

"So John is...dead?" I nodded my head reluctantly.

Now it's all over, never again will we ever burn down ant building. Well, that's for sure. Me and Kate will never forget this. Never. But I was walking down the side walk when I saw a kid that looked almost identical to John. The next day, my friend Jamie, was dead, murdered.

To bad.

THE END