Stage Crew (My attempt at a Scary Story)

Posted: August 14, 2010 in Horror, Random

“I need two of you guys to run the concert tonight.” Mr. Faulk said.

He needed somebody to run the Grand Concert for the very last night.  Two kids raised their hands for volunteering.  One of them had long brown hair with a tint of red.  her eyes were also brown to match her hair.  her name was Mikayla, but she went by Kayla.

The other kid that raised his hand had brown hair that had blonde highlights at the tips.  His eyes were a piercing hazel.  His name was Adam.

“Okay, you guys get the job.”  Mr. Faulk continued.  “Since you guys have never ran the grand concert before, I’ll explain it in the auditorium. ”

The class got up and started walking towards the auditorium.

“So, you excited for the concert tonight?” Adam asked Kayla.

“Of course  I am!”  she replied in her sweet high voice.  “I’ve been wanting to run this concert all year.”

They reached the auditorium.  Mr. Faulk unlocked the doors and they proceeded to enter.

The auditorium was dark.  They could only see into the front two rows of the chairs.

One of the other class members flipped the lights on.

On stage they could see the bleacher like stands that the choir would stand on, to the right of that was a spot for Orchestra, and in front of all that was the bands area.

“Okay,” Mr. Faulk started. “you’ll need to get six wireless mics, for the orchestra, six corded mics for the band, and the choir teacher has her own mics that you’ll have to set up.”

“Then, one of you will run the lights for the show and the other will work the sound board.  After the show, turn everything off and go clean-up the stage.”

“I call working the sound board.” Kayla called.

“Fine, I guess I’ll work the lights.” Adam said with a sarcastic depression in his voice.

“Ok, see-yah-then!”Kayla called to Adam.

“Yep, see-yah-then.” Adam replied just as the bell rang.

A few hours later, Adam walked towards the front doors of the school.  He pulled open one of the doors and started to walk down the hall.  When he reached the auditorium doors he pulled them open only to find out that Kayla was already there.  In fact, she was already setting the mics up.

Adam helped her finish up the last of the mics.

“So, why’d you come so early?” Adam asked Kayla.

“Oh, I didn’t have anything to do, so I thought I’d come over here and start setting up.” She replied.

She was working on the sound board and was concentrating on setting the EQ levels.  Adam started to adjust the lights.

It was so silent that Adam could literally feel it in his ears.  He couldn’t take it any longer.   “Wasn’t it kind of creepy being in here alone?” Adam asked, breaking the wall of silence.

“Oh, not really, I knew I wasn’t going to die or anything.  If somebody died it would definitely be you.”

“Really, and why is that?” Adam asked.

“Well, first of all, I’m a girl.  Nobody wants to kill a girl.  Second of all I don’t have any enemies or anything.”  Adam was about to reply but the principal came out just then.  He announced the assembly and everything.

After two hours of singing and the sound of playing instruments, people started to file out of the auditorium.  The concert had gone very smoothly.  All of the mics had been positioned perfectly, and the EQ levels were also set perfectly.

Adam and Kayla started to clean everything up.

A half-an–hour later, Kayla had to leave.

“I told my mom I’d be back by nine and it’s already nine-thirty. ” Kayla told Adam.  “I’ll probably be in  enough trouble already.”

“Ok, I’ll finish cleaning.  See-yah-later.”  Adam said.

Kayla ran out of the auditorium, leaving Adam one of the few people in the school.  In fact, there were only three people in the school.  A janitor and two students.

All Adam had to do now was put the mic chords away.  He started to walk up to the tech booth with all of the mic chords in hand.  The only sound he could hear were his own footsteps.  He slowly opened the door into the dark booth and proceeded to put the mic chords away.

Then, he turned off all of the lights in the auditorium.  He was about to leave when he heard something in the auditorium.  It sounded like someone was walking on the stage.  From the booth, he peered into the blackness of the dark.  all he could see was a nothingness so deep, he could be in space.

he opened the door and started to carefully walk down the steps.  By then, the footsteps had long stopped.

This made him very nervous,  Whoever it was could literally be anywhere.  He cautiously made his way to the door.

It wasn’t until ten feet from the door when he noticed them.  In the very corner, where the darkness was thickest, stood a figure.  As soon as Adam saw them, he bolted past and through the double doors.  He was aware of only three things.

One, a gunshot had rang out behind him.  That meant that the person was trying to kill him.  Two, the steps of someone chasing him, and three, only a few emergency lights were on.  This caused shadows of every proportion were thrown everywhere.

Adrenaline was pumping in Adam now.  He heard another deafening gunshot behind him.  The bullet ricocheted off of the wall above his head.  He put on another burst of speed.

By this time he had reached the stairs.  He was starting to go up but made a last minute decision and changed his mind.  His shoulder slammed into the corner of the wall.  Pain flew through Adam as he continued to run.

He was now in the gym hall.  He turned back to see his pursuer was not yet in the same hall.  Seeing this,  he took a quick right and flew into the locker room.

The room was dark.  Darker even, then the auditorium had been.  He found a corner by the lockers and huddled up in a ball.

The darkness pressed in on him.  He felt like it was suffocating him.  His heart was pumping so fast it was literally making his whole body heave, but that wasn’t event the worst part.  his breathing was very heavy, a sure give away if they came in here.  The smell of sweat and deodorant were strong in his nose, so strong in fact, that he could taste them.

Besides his breathing, he could only hear the persons footsteps.  They stopped right outside of the locker room door.  He heard the door creak open slowly.  He immediately took a huge breath and stopped breathing.  The footsteps continued to get closer.  They stopped right in front of him.  A flashlight turned on.  It was pointed directly at Adam.  Adam could feel his mind start to black out.

The hand holding the flashlight belonged to a girl.  The nails were long and painted bright pink.  Adam knew those nails.  His eyes traveled to the girls face.

He had been right.  Towering above him stood Kayla.  She was smiling.  At first Adam started to laugh.  He thought that the whole thing had been a cruel joke.  Then he noticed the gun.  This time, he blacked out completely.  Kayla bent down and kissed Adam’s forehead.

“Goodbye.” She whispered.

At the same time, on the other side of the school an old man, the janitor, was mopping up the last hallway.  he heard a bang from somewhere.

He looked up a little startled.

“It was only something falling.” He muttered to himself.  “Or, I’m just going crazy,  just going crazy.”

  1. Danny says:

    Like I said, this was my attempt at a scary story. It didn’t really work. So if you have any good suggestions on how to write a scary story… feel free to leave a comment.



  2. Holly New says:

    I disagree with you, this is defiantly a good creepy story. Because of the fact that you don’t explain why Kayla wants to kill Adam it makes it even creepier. Also because Kayla says earlier thatAdam should be the one scared of being killed it for shadows the out come. i enjoyed reading your story very much.

  3. I really did like the story, it kept me reading. It was well paced which I like. I think branching out into other genres is a great thing and will also greatly impact your main/strongest genre. I think the one thing that makes or breaks a scary story would be the anticipation of the events. Like the moment when he is putting the mic chords away a bit of introspection and maybe illustrating his pure fear of the moment. I also wanted to see a bit more intense action in it, like maybe someone coming up from behind out of nowhere, or maybe him seeing the guy on the stage run away only to meet him on the other side of the exit. But, all in all, it was a creative plot and a good start. If you’re going to do scary, think of every muscle that would tighten, every noise that would cause chills and live the moment through your character. Your a great writer and thanks for visiting tragicallyfine, I love your comments.

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