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.:Curse Of Prom Night (Story Genre: Horror):.
Chapter 1 (The humiliation)
It was Prom Night for BelleWood Secondary School at the Hernandez Hotel. Geraldine's crush was just an arm's length away, by the buffet tables. After an inner debate of whether she should approach him, she decided to go for it. "After all," she thought, "I am worthy of him. He WILL accept 'the all so beautiful' me." She then sashayed towards her crush, Brandon, with full confidence. Geraldine had always considered herself the coolest, most fashionable girl in BelleWood Secondary School. Contrary to her beliefs, she was actually hated by almost everyone who knew her. Her 'friends' and 'acquaintances' teased her behind her back, about her outrageous fashion sense and her snobbish,unpleasant personality. Unknown to her, she was often the subject of everyone's idea of a wannabe and a joke.
Once she was beside Brandon, she grew unsure once again. No matter how egoistic she might be, she was still someone who was very much afraid of rejection. Taking a few deep breaths, she faked a cough to catch Brandon's attention. Seeing that he still had his back turned to her, she coughed even louder. Still Nothing! Irritated, she glanced over Brandon's broad shoulders to see who was he talking to. Her blood boiled when she saw that it was Sheryl. She was flirting and giggling away with Brandon! Her anger rose. Sheryl was a petite and good-looking girl, but sadly, she was quite shallow as well. However, that attribute did not hinder her popularity at school. She, in fact, was also Geraldine's arch nemesis. Sheryl took every chance she had to put Geraldine down. Geraldine hated her to the core.
"Excuse me,"Geraldine interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I believe Brandon would rather have my company over yours any day. So buzz off now, will you Sheryl?"
She then grabbed Brandon's arm, glancing triumphantly at Sheryl. To Geraldine's shock, Brandon yanked her arm away from his and stepped closer to Sheryl, offering her his arm. Victorious, Sheryl smiled sweetly at Brandon and slid her arm through his.
"Come on, Brandon," Sheryl cooed. "Let's get away from this wannabe."
"I'm all yours, babe." He replied. "Hold on. I've got something to settle first."
Brandon turned to Geraldine, casting her a glare that could make anyone wither inside. "I'm warning you," He growled. "Stay away from me and Sheryl if you know what's good for you."
He then eyed her with disgust. "Plus," he continued. "You should really take a look at yourself in the mirror. Basically, your fashion sense suck. Your heavy make-up and all... It seriously makes you look like a transvestite."
With that, they left. Geraldine stood in the middle of the ballroom, practically humiliated by her 'crush' in front of everyone, and to make matters worse, Sheryl was the reason behind her defeat. Sheryl made Brandon act this way! Her eyes brimmed with tears of hatred. Everyone was staring at her, mocking her. She felt as if she was stuck up on a wall, and people were throwing darts at her from every direction. Unable to bear it, Geraldine bounded out of the room, her heels clicking as she ran.
Standing at the hotel corridor, overlooking the pool, Geraldine sobbed. "Fancy being embarrassed in front of everyone, on the biggest night of the year!" She thought. "I might as well die!"
Chapter 2 (Birth of a curse and death of the Prom Queen)
Sneaking back into the ballroom through another entrance, she snuck a knife from the cutlery section of the buffet table into her leather purse. Being careful not to be seen by anyone, she glanced round to make sure. She then made a stealthy exit for the girls' bathroom on the same level as the ballroom.
Geraldine stood at the sinks and scrutinized her reflection. All of a sudden, she hated her appearance. For a girl who always thought of herself as the best, this was pretty ironic. Crying with rage and despair, she took the knife and cut her left cheek, disfiguring herself. Blood dripped onto the sink as she glared into the mirror. "Sheryl will pay." Geraldine hissed. "I'll get my revenge."
She then went into a cubicle and locked herself in. She raised the blade to her neck. Her heart swore revenge as she slit her throat. The knife fell to the floor, and so did she. Geraldine was dead.
Hours after partying with her friends and sweetheart in the ballroom, Sheryl was exhausted. But she felt a satisfaction of the whole event, especially after being crowned the Prom Queen. Tired but ecstatic, Sheryl went to the bathroom to touch up on her make-up. "A Prom Queen should maintain her looks, even if she's tired." Sheryl thought cheerfully to herself.
Sheryl looked into the mirror and fluffed her hair with a giggle. She started putting on a fresh coat of ice-pink lip gloss. When reaching down to pick up her mascara, she noticed drips of blood on the sink. She gasped. "Now calm down," Sheryl told herself. "This stuff, it must be someone's lip gloss. But it's a horrible colour though. Who wears dark reddish brown lip gloss nowadays?"
"Sheryl..." An eerie whisper resonated throughout the bathroom. The lights started to flicker. "I'll kill you..."
A long moaning sound followed after. The sound reverberated continuously. Sheryl's hair stood on end. She felt an unnatural coldness in the air. Fumbling for her purse and make-up kit, Sheryl trembled. She looked around and spotted a locked cubicle. There must be someone else in there!
"Hey!" Sheryl yelled. "Whoever's in there, your jokes aren't funny! Cut it out!"
The moaning grew louder and the lights went out. Sheryl screamed. She raced to the door and pulled it. It didn't budge. Her heart pounded with fright. Sheryl banged the door and cried for help. She continued to yank desperately at the door, wishing that it would open, but it stayed shut. She turned back and squinted into the darkness looming ahead. "The person inside," she thought. "why is she still in there after the lights have gone out?"
Turning around, she tried at the door again. No avail. Sheryl was so busy trying to get out that she did not realize that the locked cubicle door was unlocking itself. A grimy figure, slid out of the cubicle head-first with a sickening wet slushy sound and landed on the lower ground of the main toilet floor with a thud. Sheryl jumped. She shivered in the darkness, facing the door, not daring to look back. The moaning stopped. In its place, a weird croaking sound was heard. That sound seemed like a sound someone makes from the back of their throat. Turning her head slightly, Sheryl shrieked, squeezing her eyes shut. It was a girl's body. Her long hair was matted with blood and the wound on her neck was bleeding profusely. The body's white dress was badly stained by the blood and it was slowly inching towards Sheryl, using her hands to drag herself forward, in the crawling motion.
"HELP!" Sheryl shrieked. "IS ANYONE OUT THERE? PLEASE!"
The girl got closer to Sheryl and lifted her head. Sheryl looked at the familiar face and gasped. "Geraldine?" she whispered, unable to believe her eyes.
The pale grotesque face flushed with anger, its eyes gleaming with hatred. She opened her mouth, letting out a creepy moan. The girl staggered to get up and cornered Sheryl towards the door. Then, Sheryl saw that she had a knife in her right hand. Sheryl's eyes widened with fear.
"Sheryl! Sheryl, are you in there?" Brandon's voice trailed in from outside of the bathroom. "Sheryl! I heard you calling out. Are you all right?"
"Brandon!" Sheryl cried. "Hel..."
The girl clasped her hand over Sheryl's mouth, leaned in close and stared into Sheryl's eyes. Her lips twisted into a satisfied smile upon sensing the fear in her enemy. "Squelch" Without delay, the girl then stabbed Sheryl in the heart and grinned as the saw the light leave her eyes...
"Sheryl! What happened? I'm going to get the staff to open the door!" Brandon yelled from outside.
He dashed off. Soon, he was back with the hotel staff. They tried to unlock the door, but to their surprise, the door wasn't even locked. They pushed, but they had some difficulty opening the door as there seemed to be something in the way on the other side of the door. Brandon threw his full weight against the door and rushed in as soon as it opened.
"Sheryl?" Brandon called. "Sheryl, where are..."
Brandon froze when he caught sight of the 'thing' that was actually blocking the door. It was Sheryl's body! Brandon staggered back, unable to believe that fact that his girlfriend is dead. He trembled as he examined the body. There was a knife sticking out of Sheryl's chest. Her pink satin dress was stained with blood. Her face emotionless and pale, and her eyes were wide open. The hotel staff, Frederick, came in.
"Young man," Frederick began. "Why are you...you.."
Frederick stammered when he saw the body. "Oh my," He shook his head. Putting his hand on Brandon's shoulder, he said," Young man, come with me. We've got to inform the other staff and the police."
Chapter 3 (Marked as UNNATURAL DEATH)
"This doesn't make any sense." Sergeant Henry thought out loud.
Turning around to face the other police officers gathered before him, he stared at the reports in his hand, then looked up and shot them a bewildered look. He placed the reports in front of his colleagues and pointed at the part where it stated "Time of death".
"Look," Sergeant Henry continued. "The time of death doesn't match what we've investigated. The girl, Geraldine. She died about an hour before Sheryl. And the fingerprints that we've found on the knife. It belonged to Geraldine. I mean, Geraldine was already dead at that time. How can the dead just rise up and murder others? Unless, it's... It's really the supernatural we're dealing with here."
Then, Sergeant Katie spoke up. "Henry, there must be some logical explanation. Maybe someone tried to frame Geraldine. Think about it, it's possible." She shrugged.
"But the coroners can't be wrong." Sergeant Henry argued.
"That's enough," The officer-in-charge, Sergeant Jacob butted in. "No more investigations are to be carried out. It is confirmed by our superiors that the deaths of these two girls would be stated as unnatural deaths. Case closed!"
Chapter 4 (Crowning of the new Prom Queen)
It was the new year. The new batch of seniors in BelleWood Secondary school are already planning for their prom night. The news of their seniors' deaths seemed to be long forgotten. The year passed quickly, and soon, it was that time of the year again: Prom Night.
This year, among all the students, there was a star that shone the brightest of all. It was no other than Katherine Lee. She was studious and kind. There was no denying that she was prom queen material. That night, she wore a silky beige dress that hugged all her curves. She was truly irresistible. Her date, Robertson, absolutely adored her. He was at her side all night, catering to her every need. Deep down, most of her peers knew that she had a high chance of winning. Sure enough, during the pageant, Katherine beat all the other girls hands down, and was voted and crowned Prom Queen.
To celebrate further, Katherine and her friends booked a suite in the hotel and they'd intended to party there the whole night. A nice small party for her and her four friends.
Seated on a huge queen-sized bed. The 5 friends chatted about how successful the prom had been for them.
"Katherine, you were fabulous!"Helen exclaimed. "Especially your hair..."
She paused, knelt down on the bed, picked up a pillow and grinned. "Pity I'll have to mess it up with a ... PILLOW FIGHT!"
Laughing, Helen swung her pillow at Katherine, arousing another fit of girly giggles from the group of friends. Grinning mischievously, Katherine picked up her own pillow and defended herself from the next blow. The rest of the friends joined in, with girlish laughter filling the room.
Suddenly, the lights in the room started flickering. The girls gasped.
"What was that?" Dolores asked.
"I don't know," Katherine shrugged and glanced at the ceiling It's probably a short circuit. I'll call the room service."
"Haha. And I thought this was supposed to be a five-star hotel." Diana joked, while Angela giggled beside her.
Katherine smiled. She then picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello, room service? I... Erm.. Hello?"
Frowning, Katherine listened for a reply. From the other side of the line came an eerie sound. A sort of croak from the back of someone's throat. Then came the voice. "You will die..." It whispered.
Katherine froze and dropped the phone.
"Erm, Katherine? What happened? Why have you gone all pale?" Dolores asked, concerned.
Helen tugged at her friend's nightie. "You're shivering, Kat. Are you alright?"
"I... I'm fine." Katherine quivered. "A voice... The voice told me that... that I would... die." She added as Angela replaced the phone receiver.
"What?" Helen gasped as the lights stopped flickering and the room fell into darkness.
Diana shook her head. "Come on, let's head down to the lobby. Maybe the staff will know what to do. And Kat, don't worry. That voice, it's probably some sort of practical joke."
Katherine nodded. She was just about to get off the bed and walk towards the door when she looked down over the edge of the blanket and saw a pale and scarred face. It was the ghost of Geraldine. Katherine let out a piercing shriek. Her friends came over and looked. They saw nothing. Katherine backed away from the edge of the bed and sat in the middle, hugging her knees close to her chest, trembling away.
"Kat, what did you see?" Angela questioned, frowning in confusion.
"A face..." Katherine replied with a shaky voice. "A face ca... came out... fr... from under the bed."
"But we didn't see anything." Helen muttered. "Okay, I think it's best if we just get out of this room. Right now. Kat, you come with me."
With that, Helen took her friend's cold, trembling hands, and walked her to the door. She then called out,"You guys come along. You'd better not stay in this room by yourselves."
The others nodded and followed Helen and Katherine out. "Dolores, Diana and Angela. You guys go on down to the lobby and notify the staff," Helen ordered. "I'll go to the bathroom with Kat. She needs to freshen up."
The three of them nodded and went on their way. Katherine was sobbing with fright. Helen put her arm around Katherine's shoulder and comforted her as they made their way to the girls' bathroom, which was beside the ballroom.
On their way to the bathroom, a row of lights by the corridors went out, just after they'd passed it. Helen shivered and Katherine let out a whimper. "What's up with these lights?" Helen thought to herself as they walked.
As they progressed, the second row of lights went out behind them. Unable to bear it any longer, Helen grabbed Katherine's hand and ran. The faster they ran, the faster the lights went out behind them, one row after another. It seemed like forever to reach the lift at the end of that long corridor. But at last, they sprinted and made it into the lift.
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