This was an early attempt for me to write a horror story from a phrase I heard people use a lot. I even used it with my girlfriends too. The structure is bad and it needs work but I am publishing it as a way to show how far I’ve come. I hope you enjoy.
The damp smell of dirt filled Jen’s nostrils. It was a smell that Jen enjoyed while standing on the porch with her dad before a storm. A smell that Jen knew would no longer have a pleasant memory, but would come with a sharp sting. That is if Jen ever made it out alive.
The tape around Jen’s wrist was no longer gripping to her skin but it’s hold on itself was well cemented. Jen spun the tape around her wrists trying to feel for the edge but with no luck.
She swore at times she could hear breathing but Jen had been unable to calm herself enough to be sure. The small strips of light under her blindfold didn’t help Jen with that, nor did it help her know where she was.
She had tried her hardest not to fight the restraints around her ankles. Jen figured if she got out an injured ankle wouldn’t be helpful. So Jen just kept trying the tape around her wrists.
The lasting thing Jen remembered is being at a party. Bobby Crider, was following her around at a distance. Bobby had always seemed weird to Jen, but this was weird even for Bobby. She dismissed this and continued to party with her friends.
Mark Nathaniel, was among the group Jen was partying with. Mark was an athlete, he had just been announced valedictorian, was the state wrestling champion and seemed to never notice Jen. Tonight however was different. Mark had been bringing Jen drinks all night, he had talked to her a couple of times and when the party was winding down he made sure to take Bobby with him. Jen was on cloud 9 and nothing was going to bring her down.
Jen had been concentrating when the hand touched her face. It was a soft stroke with the back of the hand, yet it startled Jen enough to cause her to almost fall backwards in the chair.
“Who is there?” Jen asked. No one answered. “What do you want?” again silence. “Is it money? Are you going to have your way with me?” Jen realized that her questions where making her upset. Jen had so many possibilities running through her mind on why he wanted her.
A loud crash followed by a few angry murmurs startled Jen again. The sound produced by the artifact reminded Jen of something but she couldn’t picture it. The murmurs seemed familiar. Jen wondered if this was someone she knew. Maybe this would be a way for her to talk them out of whatever it was they were planning. The only problem was, how would she figure out who it was?
After the party Jen and her friends decided to go hang out at the lake. James van Horn, Jen’s old boyfriend, tagged along. In Jen’s opinion there was a good reason he was an ex. James loved to smother Jen all the time. Jen had no escape from him. James would always write her love letters and buy her little things. It wasn’t that Jen hated the attention. She just felt like James was too obsessive about her. He bought her stuff even if it meant he wouldn’t have money to buy lunch. The thing that made it worse was when Jen would tell him that “he didn’t have to” James would automatically say “well if I had to do it, it wouldn’t be as fun”. All Jen could think now was “since he’s here this won’t be as fun”.
Jen sat in silence wondering how long they had been watching her mess with the tape around her wrists. Jen needed to rethink her plan, now that she knew someone was in the room watching her.
“Do I know you?” Jen asked. Yet again no-one answered. Jen didn’t want to annoy them to the point that they would do something. So she just sat there thinking. Not noticing that she had started subconsciously messing with the tape again.
Daniel kept his distance from Jen from the moment he got to the lake. Daniel hated Jen. Daniel had planned to propose to Ashley after graduation He loved her in every form of the word. He was convinced that Jen had broken Ashley and him up. When he caught Jen talking to Ashley before they broke up. What Daniel didn’t know was that Jen was only returning the notes she borrowed from Ashley for biology. No matter how much everyone tried to explain the situation to Daniel. He still blamed Jen. Jen eventually accepted that Daniel needed someone to blame about the break up.
It was at the lake that Jen would have what she would later find out was her last drink of the night.
The hand touched her face again, this time continuing down Jen’s neck and stopping just short of her breast.
“What do you want? Please just say anything.” Jen said. Still no respond. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Huh.” The mysterious man said.
“Huh? Why huh? Please talk to me.” It went silent again. “Please, you don’t have…” Jen was cut off this time by a mocking voice.
“to do this.” The voice continued. “Just shut your mouth.”
“Why did you bring me here?”
“You brought yourself here.”
“You don’t know who I am? You still haven’t figured it out?”
“Just let me go!” Somehow the idea that Jen knew who it was made her feel, more fearful of the situation.
“Why don’t you make me?”
“You’re a coward!”
“If you say so.”
“Show me your face you stupid coward!”
“You’ve seen my face not my fault you can’t remember.”
“Show it to me!”
“Why don’t you take that blindfold off and look for yourself.” The voice said laughing.
“Please let me go.” Jen had stopped talking loud, she was now talking in a low calm voice.
“Why don’t you yell again sweetheart maybe yell for help.” The voice egged Jen on. “I like it when you get frantic.”
“No use, you didn’t gag me so I’m sure we are somewhere where no one will ever hear me.” Jen continued talking in a low voice.
“You are a smart girl aren’t you.”
“Wanna see my new outfit for the formal?” Samantha asked Jen.
“Sure, mine comes in Thursday I can’t wait.”
“Here it is, what do you think?”
“Wow, where did you find a dress like that?”
“My aunt lives in California, she works at a department store, my mom told her about the form and she asked for measurements and sent me this dress.”
“Your so lucky! My dress is casual wear compared to yours.” Jen said with a giggle.
“Nah I’m sure yours looks great. What time do you need to be-” Samantha was interrupted by a voice coming up the stairs.
“Sam you home?” Sam’s dad came into view in the doorway. “Oh, Jen I didn’t know you were here.”
“Guess what dad, Jen’s dress for the formal is coming in on Thursday!” Sam said.
“That’s great. I bet your excited! I know Sam won’t shut up about it.” He started to walk away and stopped. “Oh. Um, Jen will you be joining us for dinner?
“I- I wish I could Mister Logan but my mom wants me home so i can do my chores. Thank you though.” Jen replied.
“Okay have fun you two.”
“You don’t do chores, what’s that about?” Sam asked.
“Nothing I just need to be home early today.”
“Jen, we have been friends since the 4th grade, homies since the fourth of course remember? I know when something is up.”
“Nothing is up.”
Jen had quit talking to the voice altogether.
“Now why are you being so quiet? Just cause we are out in the middle of nowhere doesn’t mean you have to quit being sociable.” Jen still didn’t respond. All Jen could think about was the sound the artifact made when it hit the ground. She knew that sound but from where?
“Can I have some water?” Jen asked.
“Oh, trust me you won’t need any water, you won’t be here long enough to die of dehydration.”
“Can we get whatever it is over with?”
“Well we can sure get started but i’m going to do this as slow as possible, going to enjoy it, savor it.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Hush up now.” There it was again. The clank of the artifact hitting the floor. Jen’s brain started running through a mental rolodex of objects to noises.
“Damn thing always falling.” The voice grumbled. The next thing that touched Jen was cold and flat, It touched her where the hand had stopped. She felt a hand grab her shirt collar at the the side of her neck. Then a rip sound. The same thing was done to the opposite side. It was a knife. The hands of the voice cut Jen’s shirts from collar to the end of the sleeves.
“Okay, I will see you tomorrow at school.” Sam Said as she walked Jen to the garage.
“Okay, you should come over Thursday and see my dress.”
“Oh you bet your sweet ass I will.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Love you too.” Sam said opening the door. If Jen ever told Sam why she didn’t like staying over with her and her single dad it would tear them apart there is no way Sam would believe that her dad had anything to do with that.
“Later.”Sam said as she walked back upstairs.”
“Jen, are you leaving so soon.?” Sam’s dad asked from the garage.
“Yes mister Logan.”
“Do you want me to give you a ride? I’m heading to the store.” He said fishing his keys from his pocket, when he finally pulled them out he snagged the knife he kept clipped to his pocket. It fell towards the ground.
“No, thank you mister Logan.” Jen ran, she never once looked back. She wished for the chance to be able to tell Sam without ruining their friendship. There wasn’t a way to though. She was alone. No one would believe her if she told them. God only knew what mister Logan would do to Jen if she told.
The next rip came from Jens undershirt.
“What are you doing?” Jen shouted.
“Now you hold still or I might slip and cut you on accident.” The voice said putting his knife up to Jen’s throat. Jen was almost sure the voice belong to mister Logan.
“I won’t tell. Please. If you let me go, I promise I won’t say a word.”
“Don’t care.” By this point Jen still had her pants and bra on.
“Please I won’t tell anyone what you did. Please.”
“I haven’t done anything yet.” Jen started to panic. fear was starting to take control.
“Stop! Let me go!” Jen started to thrash in the chair catching the chin of the voice with her head.
“Ahh, you stupid bitch! If you don’t quit being dumb Imma bust your teeth out first. So behave!”
“Just let me go! Mister Logan you don’t have to do this!” Now the voice started laughing hysterically. The hands grabbed the blindfold and pulled it up. Now the voice had a face an identity.
“If I had to do it, it wouldn’t be as fun.”