The bell rang, alarming Lishawn from the daydreaming she had in Mrs Wallace's classroom. She didn't like the way Mrs Wallace taught and every time she spoke, Lishawn was triggered into a spell of daydreaming.
She made her way out of the class as her boyfriend, Rae, hugged her from behind. She chuckled with his soft lips pressing on hers. "Relax, you have to save it for later," she hinted, removing herself from his arms. While walking, Micheal bumped into the both of them, his face frowned.
"I have bad news guys," he said. "What's wrong?" "My parents are staying home all of a sudden, so... The parties off," he notified them. Lishawn's face was filled with disappointment as the group had been waiting the whole term to host the party. "Fuck! What are we going to do now?" she questioned. Nathan heard her cry and seized the opportunity.
"I-I have a fa-factory you guys can use," he stuttered. The last person they wanted to receive help from was Nathan The Nerd. There were rumours he went to bed every night dreaming of touching a girl's breast or, even worse, looking at a vagine. His virginity was to blame.
"You know a factory?" "No, I have a factory... Well, my dad owns an abandoned factory. It's wide and open so it'll be perfect for you guys to use," he stated. The group knew a nerd like him wasn't just going to give an abandoned factory to them for free.
"How much is going to cost?" "Oh, no. It's not going to cost you guys anything," he said, relief appearing on their faces. "It's going to cost you Lishawn's bare breast for exactly thirty minutes." Of course, he wanted to feel breasts. Perverted freaks are desperate for breasts or even the sight of a vagina. "Fuck No!" Lishawn argued. "Come one, babe. We need to party. We've been waiting to do this for a whole term, you can't give up now," Rae said, hoping she would agree. Lishawn was stubborn, but when she saw the looks on their faces, she agreed and let the weirdo grasp her thick, bouncy breast. Nathan was on cloud 9.
"That's enough! You perverted freak," she said, covering them with her crop top. Nathan didn't care that it lasted for five minutes; it was the first time in his life he had touched breasts, and the wetness on his pants was evidence of how much he enjoyed it. "Uh... I'll be back. Meet me at St. Bonaventure Street," covering his crotch and running for the bathroom.
Arriving at the destination, their eyes were amazed at how large the factory was. Nathan gave them a tour, guiding them on which areas were free to use and which ones were off-limit. Lishawn was curious when she saw a damaged door attached to the hole in the wall by a steel chain. She tried going further to check, eyeing another hole but larger in the middle of the room.
Hiss
She jerked as Rae held her by her shoulder. "Did you hear that?" she asked. "Yeah... The DJ dropping bars." They chuckled, walking away from the scene. After the tour, Nathan handed over the keys to Lishawn, trying to touch her breast again, but she managed to manoeuvre around his hands. "Next time," he said, getting on a bus bike and driving away. "What are we waiting for? LET'S PARTY!" Rae yelled, dragging the group inside.
Lishawn paused when her phone beeped, but she saw it was from Nathan; she ignored it and continued with Rae.
Everyone danced and sang to the beats and songs the DJ blessed the room with. In the corners, there were addicts who Lishawn was positive they were doing Molly. On her right, you had the underage teenagers trying to have sex who were always targeted by the seniors, which always led to the girls crying about the results of peeing.
Looking at the party from the stairs, Lishawn gazed in awe as she couldn't believe it was finally happening. She entered the room which looked like a place for hookers and prostitutes to make money for old age men. "This place is fucked up," she complained, making her way to Rae's body. "I wanna get fucked up," he replied, sniffing the powder from the desk. She followed and they found themselves laughing for hours.
Lishawn arrogantly pushed Rae to the bed, rubbing her hands on his chest. She smooched his lips as he gave blissful moans. She moved down to his package, unzipping his Jean which forced her to pull her underwear down. She stroked his crotch, spitting on the tip, about to devour his meat.
The lights powered off.
Lishawn pulled herself up, leaving Rae in his horny state. "It's just a little Dark," Rae joked. The silence broke as they got curious. "Must be a power cut," she suggested. Screaming overflew the room as fear ran through their bodies. Lishawn instantly ran out the door, darkness ran through the hallway with the cries of pain echoing around the factory.
Rae tried to follow, but before he could leave the room, the door locked shut, and growling appeared from behind him.
Lishawn, Rae whispered. Before the growling, red glowing eyes followed as they moved closer and closer. Lishawn jumped when the door closed, trying her best to open it but she couldn't. "Babe, are you okay?" "Yeah... But there's something in here," he said, trying to open the door. Lishawn tried to bash the door down, throwing herself against it. Rae tried to pull it open but the eyes moved closer and closer... And closer, with a dripping sound, resembling saliva.
And before Lishawn knew it, Rae screamed in pain.
She tried her best to open the door but it didn't want as footsteps made their way to her.
Her friend, Miranda, was sobbing, covered in blood. Lishawn was shocked to see the sorry sight as Miranda gripped her left arm. "We have to get away from here, NOW!" She demanded but Lishawn didn't believe any of it. She knew the screaming and the lights suddenly going off was a prank, laughing at the effort the group put into the prank.
"What the fucks wrong with you!? This isn't a prank, there's a fucking monster and it's going to kill us," Miranda cried. The opening door caught Lishawn's attention but the same red glowing eyes grabbed Maryne's attention. Blood was everywhere, his body was ripped apart and his organs were scattered everywhere. Lishawn screamed as Miranda tried to run away.
Out of the blue, long vines from the ceiling grabbed Miranda by her neck and pulled her, screaming for her dear life. This wasn't a prank.
Lishawn ran. She ran like no one's business with the creature chasing after her. She dialled 911, going down the stairs.
'911, what's your emergency?'
'I'm about to be killed; I need help-lp N-O-Now,' she stammered as the call declined. Of course, she was at an abandoned factory, why would there be a signal?
She sent a voicemail to her mother just when she tripped over a dead body and fell to her stomach. She held her abdomen, moaning in pain, the creature jumping towards her.
She got up and ran for the exit but one of its vines caught her and dragged her to the wall. Lishawn tried to yell for help but the vines entered her mouth and stopped sound. The creature's eyes grew larger, spit drooling down its mouth. The darkness exposed its white sharp teeth, ready to feast on Lishawn.
It breathed on her face, she tried tilting her head to avoid its horrible stench. It didn't hesitate, opening its mouth to more teeth beneath, ready to take a bite. About to, Lishawn's phone rang, triggering her flashlight, revealing its silhouette. The creature screeched at the light, its skin burning as it departed from Lishawn. It disappeared into the shadows, taking its vines with it.
The lights turned back on.
The music mocked the situation with Lishawn bursting into tears. She saw all the dead bodies, ripped apart. Limb from limb. Right next to her was Micheal, his head separated from his neck, blood flowing under her skirt.
Lishawn then became dizzy and nauseous, puking and later, falling over with her phone still on.