Simple Stories by a Simple Man

I had to work late, again. Due to this fact the party was well underway by the time I arrived. This party had been hyped up at school all week long, everyone was talking about it, even those not invited. The music was playing loud enough that I could hear it clearly as I approached the house. It wouldn’t be long before the police arrived due to a noise complaint. Through the window as I walked up I didn’t see much in the way of movement, which is odd for a party. As I opened the door, a wave of intensely loud music overwhelmed the senses. It was a volume that only teenagers, clearly up to no good, could enjoy. As I moved inside I saw my friends and started moving to join them, they were all staring at something in the kitchen I couldn’t see from this angle, and not so much as breathing. As I entered the kitchen, pushing through a few party goers I discovered they were all, every one, staring at Mr. Thomas, the rude, mean, hatefilled science teacher. Him being at the party wasn’t the reason for their stares however as he was laying face down on the floor with a kitchen knife sticking out of his back, blood staining the floor around him. “What the fuck happened?” I found myself asking in a whisper. Despite the music and despite my hushed tone, all eyes turned to me as my words had somehow broken the spell and all at once I knew I was now a part of this.

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This was a prompt to write a scene from the perspective of someone who arrives late, after something important has already happened. I’m also currently prepping for a writing battle with a horror theme and a type I’ve gotten is to leave the ending open ended. In this case I thought it was a perfect mesh, there is the threat of police arriving soon, do they? Do the other kids flip it on our main characters? I might circle back around to this prompt soon and flesh it out a bit more as I like it as a concept. Does this story invoke a feeling of coming panic? What needs added in a version two? Let me know down below.