The Head.

The halls are always extremely crowded between periods in high school. People are talking on cell phones, going to their lockers and using the little time they had to make out with their "significant other". I am doing a combination of all of these things. I am holding hands with my boyfriend, checking my phone, and heading to my locker.

My boyfriend's name is Jacques. Even though he's gay, he hates his pretentious name. So everyone calls him Jack. We are similar in that way. My mother is french, and named me Jonaten. I just go by John. We make the most fabulous couple. He has his sandy blonde hair and his piercing blue eyes. I have brown hair and green eyes. We look nothing alike, although all our friends say we look adorbs together. I couldn't agree more.

Once I get to my locker, I kiss Jack on the cheek. Then I look around to make sure I won't hit anyone with my locker door. The walls of the hallway that we are in are white with various assignments hanging on the walls. The floor is made of tile that is white and green. Our lockers are blue. There is a trash can at both ends of every hall and Jack and I are at the very end.

We have lockers right next to each other. I open mine first, and examine myself in the mirror. After I quickly check my face for zits, I decide that I like what I see. I'm not full of myself, I just like to make sure I don't have anything too hideous or weird on my face. I turn to Jack and see that he is still struggling with his lock. His locker is so annoying, I'm the only one who can ever get it open. So I turn the dial, but I don't open the locker for him. Call me paranoid, but I don't want Jack to think that me opening his locker door is too invasive. He tugs the door open. A disgusting stench wafts out.

"Babe, did you leave your lunch box in your locker again?" I ask. Jack is covering his hand with his mouth and he is turning green. He looks like he is going to vomit. I help him over to a trash can before I look inside the locker.

Inside, is a human head speared on the hook. The skin around the neck is ripped and is dripping blood and flesh. The expression on the face is terrified, and the eyes are gouged out. The eyes are filled with... jellybeans? I don't want to, but I force myself to focus on the brightly colored ovals in the eye sockets. They really are jellybeans, but I am sure that nobody wants to eat them now. All of the hair on the human head has been ripped out, and you can see blood where the skin tore off. There's a note inside of the door that says "You're next." I think it's the head of a man, but I don't want to spend any more time trying to figure it out.

I don't blame Jack for throwing up. The site of the head makes me slam the locker shut and run to the trash can and empty the contents of my stomach. After I finish, I wipe my mouth and look up. The hallway is mostly clear. The students that are left are grimacing at us as they walk away. Jack has also finished, and he is sitting against the wall.

He looks at me and says "Did you do this? Is this some kind of sick joke? You're the only one who has my combination." My brow furrows, and I almost want to cry. After everything we've been through, coming out to our parents and our friends, how could he think I would do something like this? I wasn't angry at him though. I was after all, the only person who knew his combination.

Jack is crying, and tears are running down my face as well. I wrap my arms around him, and we just cry for a little while.

"Do you know who that was?" He asks me. I shake my head. "That was my next door neighbor. I'm not positive but-" A fresh wave of tears comes rolling down his cheeks.

I help him up and we go to the administrators office to tell them what we found. The principal calls the police, and our parents, and we all go to Jack's locker. They also have trouble with his lock. Once again, I turn the dial and leave the locker for Jack to open. But before he can open it, one of the policemen beats him to it. Part of me wants to punch him. The other part of me is thankful that Jack won't have to see the head again.

The only problem is, the head has vanished. Jack's books and supplies are gone as well. The only evidence that anything was ever there, is grime from the thing's neck at the bottom of the locker, and a note that says...

"You're next, you're next. The rest of you too. You can't see me, but I can see you. "

To Be Continued