Ok here goes nothing and sorry if I butcher some spellings or phrases because I cant even write my name right now without shaking uncontrollably. So every year our school has a dodge ball tournament. Its pretty simple in nature where you get some friends come up with a sub-par name and play matches over the course of the week till the final match on Friday. So your team would play a match or two each day and if you won you continued and if you lost you would either leave or stay and cheer on the other teams. Usually a large portion of the school goes to this event and the school is happy to over pack the small gym bleachers if it means more money. But I digress from the point.
So my friend, Joe recently started going out with this girl (who we will call Sarah). This may sound completely irrelevant but bear with me. So I mean she was semi-attractive (jk she's like 9/10) and such but she was sought after by a lot of guys in our school because she had the best personality. However love can be a dangerous thing, there is this kid who goes to our school (whom we shall call Tod) and he is "obsessed" with Sarah. He openly says his love for her and according to her that he "paints" her pictures of her that are as she said "disturbingly accurate".
So Joe and her decided to make a dodge ball team to enter into the tournament with some other friends and they were a man short so they asked me, I said sure not knowing what I would get into. So we have been playing matches and winning without a challenge up until today. Turns out Tod had made a team with some other people that do "bad things" and there team name was the ballocaust (seriously!?) So we ended up playing there team and not to bore you but it was a good match till it was me, Joe and Sarah left for our team and just him left for his team.
He looked at Joe with eyes to kill. He was playing as if this was more than just a game but his life. We all thought he wanted to impress Sarah so we would just keep feeding the balls to him and laughing as he would miss horribly. We eventually decided that there was no more fun to be had in watching him struggle so we hit him and our team won.
The crowd cheered and things were going normal as we all headed back to the player section. Sarah walked over to me with a look of confusion on her face.
"Hey Colin, have you seen Joe anywhere?" she asked me in a half worried half confused tone of voice.
I told her "I haven't seen Joe since the game ended. Do you want me to call him?" I say pulling out my cell.
"No, no" she says to me dismissing her feeling of panic. "he's probably getting something from the snack area."
So time goes on and its about 6 o clock pm and things are finally done for the day. I pull out my phone to send Joe a message telling him to meet me at the front of the school so I could drive him home. I send a text and the message is denied.
At this time I am a little worried considering that me nor Sarah have seen him since the game. So I go searching for him and I find that the upstairs hallway to our school is open. And not just opened but the door handle was completely broken off.
At this point I start to go into complete panic mode. The hallways are pitch black and the door is broke. However I soon realize that its probably just a coincidence and I am just high strung.
I look through the hallway using my phones flashlight app. I get to the end of the hall and I see that the art room door is open.
Here is where things get... terrible.
I go into the room to see Joe lying lifeless on the floor. A pool of blood is under him and I can see that he has multiple flesh wounds on his chest and it looks as if someone played with his guts as if it were his sandcastle pit. The worst part is yet to come.
I don't even want to say this but I wish the killer would have just respected the dead.
Joes head was severed off and spikes were driven through his eyes. I was DEVISTADED.
I looked up to see a note lying on the table along with a bloody canvas. I keel over and throw up as I stagger towards the table. I feel light headed as I read the note. It was written in blood saying.
"I dedicate this to my love Sarah" it was signed by none other than Tod. I look at the canvas and its a picture of Sarah that was sadistically done and drenched in blood.
I also here my phone buzz, I almost drop it and I am shaking harder than I ever had in my entire life. The message says "if you don't throw our match tomorrow, Your next."
I ran. I fucking ran. I was scared, upset, angry, sad. I just felt like if I kept running he would be waiting at my car smiling and asking me to get him a candy bar from the corner store and that creepy message was just someone with the wrong number and everything would go to normal.
I go to my car and I drive as fast as I can. I don't buckle up, I don't change the radio I floor it home and I lock myself in my room with the lights on.
I decided that I should post this here in case someone has some advise for me. If I survive tomorrow I will probably update on the situation.
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