Creepy Quiet Girl
Title: Creepy Quiet Girl
Rating: PG
Length: Ficlet (500 words)
Pairings: None
Era: N/A
Summary: Did you ever hear the one about the creepy quiet girl who lived at the end of the hall?
Note: Written for the "create your own urban legend" challenge on spnland
This is an original piece, rather than fan fic, like everything else on here is ;)
~*~
“You don’t know the story of the creepy quiet girl who lived down at the end of the hall, do you?”
The new girl looked at the six other college girls gathered around her. They all had that knowing, smirking look on their faces, but they were right about one thing. She hadn’t heard the story.
Even though it seemed like everyone else that had ever gone to this school had.
So, biting her lip, she shook her head.
“Well,” the speaker continued, leaning forward, glancing at all the other girls to be sure they were all paying attention - even if they had all heard this story a million times before and could probably all tell it themselves.
“They say that she went here for just one semester; she was a transfer student or something, and she almost never left her dorm room. ‘Cept to go to class or to go home, really. No one knew anything about her.
“So they started making up their own stories. There was one story that she was insane, really messed up in the head, you know? Said she heard voices and talked back to them. Real nut-job. Another one said that she was just extremely shy - like majorly, ultimately, shy.
“But no one ever really knew the truth about her.”
“Why didn’t anyone just ask her?” asked the new girl.
“Because …. Just because,” said the speaker. “Now shut up and let me finish.
“Then one morning, when everyone woke up, the room at the end of the hall was empty. Cleaned out. Creepy Quiet Girl was just gone. Vanished in the middle of the night.”
“Where’d she go?”
“No one knows. But no one stays in that room anymore. The college has stopped placing people in there, too, because they got tired of having to move them to new rooms. Weird things happen in that room or something. The lights never work or the window doesn’t stay closed -”
“I’ve heard there’ve been bad bug infestations several times.”
“That too. All anyone knows is that there’s something majorly wrong with that room - something that Creepy Quiet Girl did to it when she stayed there.”
“How d’you know she did anything?”
“Because - she was a freak. And creepy. And that’s what freaky and creepy people do.”
The lights decided at the moment they didn’t want to work. “Damnit,” muttered the speaker, who got up to search for her flashlight.
“What was Creepy Quiet Girl’s name, d’you know?” asked the new girl.
“I don’t know,” said the speaker nonchalantly. “And what’s it matter, anyway?”
Finding the flashlight, she turned it on just in time to light up the face of the new girl, who was standing inches in front of her, a murderous smirk on her face.
“It matters,” she whispered. “Oh, it matters.” Slowly, she stroked the blade of the knife in her hand as she looked at all of the girls now sitting paralyzed around her.
“Hello, girls … D’you miss me?”
~*~
There's a reason behind my idea for Creepy Quiet Girl, trust me ;)
One more SPN piece of work to go, and then I'll stop for the time being.
~Megan
Rating: PG
Length: Ficlet (500 words)
Pairings: None
Era: N/A
Summary: Did you ever hear the one about the creepy quiet girl who lived at the end of the hall?
Note: Written for the "create your own urban legend" challenge on spnland
This is an original piece, rather than fan fic, like everything else on here is ;)
~*~
“You don’t know the story of the creepy quiet girl who lived down at the end of the hall, do you?”
The new girl looked at the six other college girls gathered around her. They all had that knowing, smirking look on their faces, but they were right about one thing. She hadn’t heard the story.
Even though it seemed like everyone else that had ever gone to this school had.
So, biting her lip, she shook her head.
“Well,” the speaker continued, leaning forward, glancing at all the other girls to be sure they were all paying attention - even if they had all heard this story a million times before and could probably all tell it themselves.
“They say that she went here for just one semester; she was a transfer student or something, and she almost never left her dorm room. ‘Cept to go to class or to go home, really. No one knew anything about her.
“So they started making up their own stories. There was one story that she was insane, really messed up in the head, you know? Said she heard voices and talked back to them. Real nut-job. Another one said that she was just extremely shy - like majorly, ultimately, shy.
“But no one ever really knew the truth about her.”
“Why didn’t anyone just ask her?” asked the new girl.
“Because …. Just because,” said the speaker. “Now shut up and let me finish.
“Then one morning, when everyone woke up, the room at the end of the hall was empty. Cleaned out. Creepy Quiet Girl was just gone. Vanished in the middle of the night.”
“Where’d she go?”
“No one knows. But no one stays in that room anymore. The college has stopped placing people in there, too, because they got tired of having to move them to new rooms. Weird things happen in that room or something. The lights never work or the window doesn’t stay closed -”
“I’ve heard there’ve been bad bug infestations several times.”
“That too. All anyone knows is that there’s something majorly wrong with that room - something that Creepy Quiet Girl did to it when she stayed there.”
“How d’you know she did anything?”
“Because - she was a freak. And creepy. And that’s what freaky and creepy people do.”
The lights decided at the moment they didn’t want to work. “Damnit,” muttered the speaker, who got up to search for her flashlight.
“What was Creepy Quiet Girl’s name, d’you know?” asked the new girl.
“I don’t know,” said the speaker nonchalantly. “And what’s it matter, anyway?”
Finding the flashlight, she turned it on just in time to light up the face of the new girl, who was standing inches in front of her, a murderous smirk on her face.
“It matters,” she whispered. “Oh, it matters.” Slowly, she stroked the blade of the knife in her hand as she looked at all of the girls now sitting paralyzed around her.
“Hello, girls … D’you miss me?”
~*~
There's a reason behind my idea for Creepy Quiet Girl, trust me ;)
One more SPN piece of work to go, and then I'll stop for the time being.
~Megan