Call+the+Cops

You see your friend’s dead bodies and begin shaking with uncontrolable terror. With a shaking hand, you reach into your pocket, withdraw your phone, and dial 911. You wait in a dream-like state by the window until you see the dark frosty road bathed in soft flashes of blue, red, and white light. You place your sweaty face on the chilled window; you can’t think straight…what’s wrong with you?

You hear a sharp knocking on the door downstairs. Who is that? Oh right…the police. What are they doing here? Are those my friends? You someone screaming, and then you realize that it is you.

“Police! Open up!”

Who called the police? You flinch as you hear the door being knocked down. With each thunderous step they take as the run up the stairs, another image of your friends pops into your head.

“Hello?” the police call out.

“My friends…my friends…” you cry.

The police survey the scene, the room is still illuminated by the haunting red, white, and blue pulsations of light. Is it the Fourth of July?

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Ashley Smith, Sarah McGregor, and Brittany Elwood.”

What? You weren’t even in the house when they were murdered; you were in the woods…weren’t you? You look down at the sticky blood on your hands and laugh a chilling giggle. You look around the room at your friend’s bodies; and laugh harder. You //were// the murder. You never went into the woods, and you were never playing truth or dare; you killed your friends.

“Blood is so pretty isn’t it?” you softly ask the police.

You flinch as two rough hands jerk you up into a standing position. What a good day, you think to yourself as you giggle manically down the stairs. You then close your eyes, and let the euphoric blackness of the night take over your body.

*** When you awaken, you find yourself to be in a straightjacket. You violently shake yourself, but you can’t release yourself from the painful restraints. You gnaw at the leather straps until your teeth go bloody. You scream, which eventually ebbs away to a fit of laughter.

You hear footsteps and your eyes widen as your friends walk out in front of you.

“Truth or dare?” they ask in unison. __The End__