Aren't You Glad You Didn't Turn On The Lights
I woke up early that morning, yawning loudly and stretching my arms as far as they could reach. I looked over at my roommate who was still sound asleep. She had a big final today and she said she wanted me to wake her if she didn't wake up by herself. So I dragged myself over to her full size bed with my eyes slightly opened and shook her shoulders. She stirred, but turned over and was still asleep. I smiled as an idea popped into my head. I screamed as loud as I could into her ear making sure it was a blood curdling scream that shook the walls and broke the mirrors. She sat up in her bed, wide eyed and hair all in a mess. I collapsed on the floor laughing so hard that tears fell from my eyes. She smiled sarcastically at me and wrinkled her nose. I laughed harder.
We walked together to campus and split up to go to our classes. The day was long and hard and very tiring. I had to study for all of my exams or else I would probably fail all of them.
When I met up with Carrie after the day had passed, we were happy to finally have an exciting conversation after the long day.
"So, how do you think you did on your final?" I asked her.
"We didn't take them. They were postponed till tomorrow which means another night of studying." She said as she frowned in disappointment.
"That sucks. Well I know you'll do good." I assured. She smiled in agreement. Okay, I have to be honest with you. Carrie was the perfect, straight A type who cried if she got an A- or lower. I know that's kind of pathetic, but she has academiphobia, a fear of getting bad grades. I kind of feel bad for her. I mean, she wastes all her hours with studying instead of having fun.
When we arrived at our dorm, Carrie immediately hit the books. Earlier that day I had gotten an invitation to a big Frat party and I really wanted her to go and have some fun for once.
"Hey Carrie?" I asked.
"What?" She answered.
"There's this party tonight and I really want you to go." I said, facing her. She sighed deeply as if she was annoyed and disgusted by the question.
"Sarah, you know I have to study." She yelled.
"I know, but please just for one night, just this night." I pleaded.
"I can't. This is bad timing. Just not this night." She said as she sat back down and continued to write. I sighed and looked down towards the clean, white carpet.
"Ok, but you don't know what you're missing." I smiled, trying to change her mind.
"I bet I don't." She said sarcastically.
I spent the evening getting ready for the party while Carrie studied away, acting like I wasn't even there. I took a shower, blow dried my hair, and styled it. I walked over to my closet and swung the wooden doors open, skimming through to find the perfect outfit. I pulled out a tight, black tank top and a leather mini skit with knee-high boots. Carrie double glanced at me and gasped.
"Oh my god, you're so going to be the center of a raping crime tonight." She heaved. I laughed.
"Wow, you actually cracked a joke." I giggled. Her expression remained stone-like.
"No, I'm serious." She said again. I slowly shook my head as I smiled. I put on my last bit of makeup and went through my small hand bag to make sure I had everything there.
"Now, you're going to be okay by yourself, right?" I asked.
"Of course." She said matter-of-factly.
"Ok, and remember don't drown yourself in your books. Take a break every once in a while to watch TV or something." I tipped.
"I'll try." She groaned.
" will." I smiled. She flashed me a quick grin, and then dropped her nose back into her books. I pulled my skirt down a little and walked out of the dorm room.
That night, I partied until 2:00AM. Some girls I had met at the party drove me home because I was too drunk to drive. I remember seeing the stars in the sky swirling in circles and singing in high voices. When I arrived at my dorm, my friends asked if I needed help getting up to my room and I said I'd be fine. I clumsily walked up the steps and down the halls to my dorm. I finally found the door and sleepily fumbled with my keys as I opened it. I pushed the door open and noticed it was dark as night.
"Well, I guess she didn't stay up that late." I mumbled. I reached for the light switch, but put my hand down. "Oh well, I don't need light to sleep." I choked. I heard rustling and a soft, brushing sound that sounded like someone dragging something. Since I was drunk I didn't think much of it.
"Don't pull the squirrel, he's already got a long enough tail." I stupidly shouted. Then I fell fast asleep.
I woke up that morning, wiping my eyes as I got out of bed. I opened my eyes and screamed at the top of my lungs. Carrie laid there, her body ripped to bloody shreds with her sheets soaked in blood. You couldn't even tell what color her nightgown was. Her nose was shifted so badly and so bloody, it looked like she had no nose at all. Then that's when I noticed the bloody, dripping blood written across the wall. It read "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?"