Unexpected
By:Gen1900
I invited some of my friends over one night in May, 2017. My three buds were going to have a sleepover with me, since it was my fourteenth birthday. We planned on eating popcorn and watching horror flicks till the sun came up. Gertrude, one of my friends, hated anything to do with clowns, but we decided to sneak the movie, “It,” in for a good laugh.
In my opinion, the only way you can conquer something is meeting it head on. Gertrude says on the other hand:
“If you run fast enough . . . it won’t catch you.”
They arrived at my house around eight with sleeping bags held in their arms.
I opened the door and they shouted, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!”
“You want to wake the neighbors next door?! You should know that that old couple hits the hay after their afternoon dinner, ” I snapped, motioning them to come in.
Gertrude whined, “Oh, you’re no fun.”
My other pals, Lorrie and Meghan agreed.
“Just because you’re getting older doesn’t mean you have to act like our parents,” the two complained.
“Trust me . . . I’m far from my Mom and Dad,” I grumbled.
After everyone got settled in the living room with their sleeping bags all rolled out, and their pillows tucked inside of them, I grabbed the food.
“What movie are we watching?” asked Gertrude from the other room.
I smiled as I got the popcorn kernels from the cup board.
“A flick,” I replied trying not to laugh.
“Wow, thanks for the description there,” she said with a shaky voice. Already Gertrude was getting scared.
The four of us snuggled into our blankets and I turned on the T.V.
A bright red clown appeared on the screen. Gertrude slumped in her sleeping bag and covered her head with it.
“You, butt heads! You said no clowns!” she shrieked.
Lorrie did an evil grin.
“We didn’t say anything of the sort.”
We all became tired when the movie was at its end. Gertrude was shaking like a leaf in her cacoon.
“Is it done yet?” she wailed sorta quietly.
“Nope,” I replied.
Suddenly the T.V. went blank.
Our eyes opened wide with concern and terror.
“Did somebody charge their phone or something?” I asked looking at one of the outlets.
“No,” they mumbled.
“Well! What in the heck is going on the-” I started but was interrupted by a CLANG in the kitchen.
We screamed.
“Who’s there?!” I cried moving slowly into the dark kitchen.
That was the last thing I ever said and my friends’ screams were their doom.
The next morning . . .
Mrs. and Mr. Blake parked their car in the garage, weary from hiking all day previous.
“I hope the girls had a fun time,” yawned Mr. Blake, getting out of the car.
“Sure they did,” replied his wife.
As they walked up to the front door, they noticed it was slightly ajar.
They rushed in with fear written on their faces.
In the living room was their daughter, splayed out over her sleeping bag.
Sweet, dear, Gertrude was only a lump under her covers. Underneath a knife stuck to the small of her back.
And as for the final two friends . . . their bodies were stowed away on the sofa sofa in a big heap.
Mr. Blake stumbled over the bodies and saw what was laying on the floor.
A red, clown nose.
Realistic Fiction
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Well, you decided not to write any of the horror. The fear would have come from experiencing what the girls saw, their deaths, and what their parents find the next morning. If you’ve ever read Stephen King’s “It,” for example, you’ll see he doesn’t shy away from any of that, especially from killing kids.
I like your style of writing in this story. It was very easy for me to understand all that was going on throughout the different events that occurred. I also really like the words you used to follow through with the dialogue, which can be very tricky to master. I still have trouble with it. I was honestly surprised by the ending. My initial expectation was that this was a true story. I thought perhaps you were writing about your own paranormal experience, which can be considered a compliment because you were able to portray the events so well. I found this short story entertaining and intriguing to the reader, but writerchick99 does make a good point. Stephen King never shy’s away from the gruesome details. That’s what makes him so great. I liked this story overall though. Good job!
I like that you used, “Unexpected” for the title. This made me want to read the story to find out what happened. It was an interesting story. I didn’t get bored while reading it. I would like to know the inspiration for this piece, because I haven’t read anything like this before.
To tell you the truth . . . I don’t really have any inspiration. It just came to me when I was doing school that day. Lol! I think everyone needs to be scared once and awhile. Just as long as you’re not scared to death.
I do not want to be gruesome. Be yourself and that’s what I’m being.