Tragedy on Campus

“April showers bring May flowers, at least that’s what my elementary teachers used to tell me.  For the most part that was true, it rained a lot in April and there would be flowers in May.  There were some weird years where it would snow at the end of April and the flowers would desperately fight for their lives.  But as happens quite often, the years progressed normally.  Not this year though. Nothing normal happened this year.

April was abnormally sunny and spring seemed to come early. This was not predicated by the groundhog but who trusts that quack.  I was doing my normal April activities, worrying about end of the year tests.  You go to school for at least 16 years straight and nothing can make end of the year tests any easier.

 

I was walking to the library, my face in my anatomy textbook, when a random wind kicks up.  This surprised me because it had been a pretty nice day.  Next thing I know I am running into the building from rain pouring down.  I stare through the glass doors in awe at how sudden the rain started to fall when I see it.  There is a shape in the rain.  I can barely see it, because there was so much rain, but there is definitely something out there, something not human.  It starts stalking towards the History Building. 

My feet started moving on their own, you know that part in horror movies where the main character does the stupidest thing and you start yelling, yeah, that’s what happened.  As I opened the door and became instantly soaked I thought, ‘What am I doing? This is not a good idea.’ But my feet kept moving. 

I had gotten closer to the creature and now I could see its’ deformed body, deep red and bubbling skin over gangly limbs and torso.  I hid behind the Art Department’s temporary display on Medieval Foot Soldiers for some fundraiser, they made one for every building. I watched the creature approached the door, then it happened. The creature transformed into Professor Zabriski. I was in shock.  She opened the doors and moved inside, but not before I saw her face.  There was a gleam on malevolence in her smile and I just knew that something bad was about to happen.  I looked around for some help, but because of the rain all normal people had gone inside so they didn’t get soaked to the bone like I was.  I did the only thing I could do.”

“Uh-huh” He looked at her with obvious doubt. His head was turned slightly to the left and his mouth hung open with disbelief. 

The usual white tile floor was covered with bright red blood, as was the beige wall, and the acoustic tiles in the ceiling, not to mention the elementary student’s display on the Battle of Stalingrad. 

She stood there, hands cuffed behind her back with blood spatter still speckled on her face.  A bloody axe was being bagged, by another cop, at her feet. 

“And that, officer, is why I had to murder my History Professor.”