DrippingA Story by Old HeathenShort horror story.Drip…Drip…Drip. The blood splattered on the white paper. Laurie stared fascinated at the patterns the
drips made, her head cocked to the side, lips slightly parted as she
breathed.
Her eyes widened as she watched the spreading drops of blood. Laurie slowly smiled as the meaning became clear and swiped a hand at the blood dripping from her nose creating a crimson smear across her mouth and cheek. Looking up from the red stained paper on her desk, Laurie saw that the entire class had turned in their seats and were staring at her with sickened expressions. The teacher’s mouth was hanging open and as Laurie’s eyes focused on him, his body shook with a sudden chill. “Laurie, are you all right?” Mr. Candler asked nervously. “I think you should go see the school nurse, dear.” The kids around her desk were leaning as far away as they could without falling out of their seats. Laurie stood crumpling the piece of paper into a ball and shoved it into her pocket. Walking with her head bowed and eyes on her unlaced shoes, Laurie made her way down the rows of desks and opened the class room door with her blood smeared hand. Turning back to stare condescendingly at her teacher and class mates, Laurie softly spoke. “You’re all going to die today.” Laurie pulled the door closed behind her and skipped grinning down the hallway to the nurse’s office. © 2014 Old HeathenAuthor's Note
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