A College Horror Story

“You know how you get an automatic A if one of your roommates commits suicide?”

Sandy frowned. “That’s morbid, Sally. Don’t say that.”

“You’re the one who’d need it.” Sally snapped her gum. “Didn’t you get a D in your last midterm?”

“No… an F…”


“What are you two talking about?” asked Sarah. She walked into the room and dropped her bag. “Can I tell you that I am sooo tired? I’ll never finish this paper.” She sighed and fell onto her bed.

Sally snapped her gum and twirled a lock of blond hair on her finger. “We were talking about how you’d get an automatic A if one of your roommates commits suicide.”

“Sally!” Sandy huffed. She grabbed her Winnie the Pooh doll and held it to her chest.

Sarah took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. “That would be absolutely delightful. Could one of you get right on it, so I don’t have to finish this paper?”

“Sarah, honey, you don’t need an automatic A,” said Sally. “You’re already getting an A, you nerd.”

“Not likely this semester. But if I don’t, my Mom is going to kill me.”

“You two are so morbid!” Sandy pulled her blanket over her feet. She unconsciously gripped Winnie the Pooh’s neck.

“And you’re such a ninny!” Sally chided.

Sandy stuck her tongue out. Sarah chuckled. “My my, what a mature and intelligent discourse we’re having.”

Sally cleared her throat. “You know what we need, ladies?” Sandy and Sarah sat silently. “A girl’s night out! Let’s go out and get trashed!”

“Absolutely ravishing idea, darling, but I’m utterly pooped,” Sarah muttered.

“I wanna go! I wanna go!” Sandy bounced on her bed. “Alcohol is more fun than talking about suicide and death and stuff.”

Sally snapped her gum. “Sandy, honey, for someone who’s such a ninny about death, you sure don’t show it.”

Sandy frowned and tilted her head.

“Look, you’re practically choking your Winnie.”

“Eep!” Sandy released her grip and Winnie fell to the floor.

Sally laughed. “You’re so funny!” She jumped up from her bed. “C’mon ninny, get your coat. Let’s get wasted!”

Sandy fetched Winnie and gently tucked him in. Sally smirked behind her back. Sarah kicked off her shoes and closed her eyes. “You ladies have a good time now.”

“Bye Sarah!” Sandy chirped. She grabbed her coat and followed Sally out the door.

. . .

“Did you hear about how this frat killed one of their pledges during rush week?”

Sandy frowned. “You have such morbid stories, Sally.”

Sally smirked and played with a lock of blond hair. “They blindfolded him and told him they were going to brand him with a hot iron. Then, instead of using a hot iron, they used a block of ice. The shock of the ice killed him.”

“Nuh uh! You made that up!”

Sally nodded. “It’s true. He expected something really hot and prepared his body for it. The shock of something cold freaked his body out so much that he died.”

“How can someone die like that? That’s impossible!”

“It’s true.”

Their footsteps echoed in the quiet quad. Only a few other students were walking about. The chilly autumn wind blew through the trees. Sally shivered.

“Aren’t you cold?” asked Sandy. “It’s freezing out here.”

“Yea, I’m getting cold.”

“Wanna go back and get a jacket? It’s right behind us.”

Sally stopped and looked around. Dead leaves blew off the trees and floated all around them. “Yea, let’s.”

They turned around and walked quickly back to their dorm. The security guard didn’t look up when they entered. He just nodded at their ID cards and buzzed them in.

“Wow, it got cold fast,” Sandy muttered.

“I know. It was hot as hell all day long. And now it’s… cold as hell.”

“How can hell be hot and cold?”

Sally smirked. “Sandy, honey, we need to get a beer in you fast.”

They opened the door to their room and stepped in. The lights were out and Sarah was in bed, quiet and asleep.

“Shhh, don’t turn on the lights. You’ll wake Sarah,” Sandy whispered.

Sally nodded and tip-toed to her desk. She grabbed her coat and quickly rushed out.

“That poor girl. She’s so tired.”

“Hey, she ain’t the one struggling in her classes,” Sally retorted. “She’s doing just fine.”

“That’s because she studies so hard.”

Sally huffed. “She’s just a nerd. C’mon, let’s go.”

Sandy trailed after Sally and watched her roommate saunter down the hallway.

. . .

“I shouldn’t have stood so close to that damn speaker,” Sandy shouted. “My ears are still ringing.”

Sally stumbled over a flower bed. “I’m so buuuzzed!” She hiccupped. “Those last shots of tequila darn near pushed me over the top!”

“Did you give that guy your number?”

Sally screamed. “Oh my Gawd yes I did! I can’t believe I did that too! Sandy, honey, did you see what he was wearing?”

“He seemed like a nice guy.”

“Oh my Gawd! He had this shirt unbuttoned up here, showing off his wispy chest hair. And a gold chain! Oh my Gawd that was so funny I almost threw up on him!”

Sandy giggled. “That would have been funny!”

“Oh my Gawd right! I can barely walk. I hate these stilettos. I—”

They both stopped. Red and blue flashing lights were screaming across the quad. A police car and an ambulance were in front of their dorm.

“What do you think that’s about?” Sandy wrapped her arms around her body.

“Oh my Gawd…”

They walked into their dorm. A police officer was talking to the security guard. Several students were clustered outside. Everyone was murmuring, but no one knew what happened.

Sally and Sandy walked upstairs and over to their room. To their horror, police officers were standing in front of their door. And their door was open.

Sally approached an officer. “Wha-what’s going on?”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, you can’t be here. Please—”

“AAAAAA!!!” Sandy screamed. She stood at the entrance and was looking into the room. Sally pushed past the officer and peered in too.

Sarah’s body was covered in blood. Her head was missing, replaced with a large and deep puddle of crimson. Her handprints, perhaps from a struggle, clawed at the walls.

And written above her bed, in her blood, were the words:

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the lights?”

. . .

Do you know any scary stories?

Author: Mike Lee

An idealistic realist, humanistic technologist & constant student.

2 thoughts on “A College Horror Story”

  1. That was stupid. I thought that it would have an original ending but it’s just taking a bunch of drunk, shallow college characters and throwing them into a well-known and now completely ruined campfire story. Excellent job.

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