Young Writers Society

“Intruders are loose!” The intercom said. Everyone runs to the security room. I stay sitting at the table. People start banging on the door and trying to open it. It’s honestly stupid that they go to the security room. There is one hole in this. Why is there a person on the intercom when this is a dinner party? Why would someone be in the security room during dinner? Oh right, the murderers are in there.

The door swings open, and five men are standing in the door way carrying axes and guns. A woman screams. Everyone frantically runs away. The men shoot into the crowd. Five instantly drop to the ground. Everyone runs away except for me.

“Hello.” I greeted one of them. They are all wearing masks. The options of masks are idiotic. A Nixon mask, some panty hose, a bandana and a hat, a ski-mask for Christ-sakes, and an Obama mask. Those generic bastards need some creativity. Throw in some color and add some flair.

Mr.Generic (Ski-mask) pointed a pistol at me. I shook my head. I grabbed my dinner plate. Once he fired, I duck and throw the plate above my head. The bullet hits the plate. The spaghetti flew all on me. I sprinted up the stairs. They continued to shoot at me. They obviously have their masks on wrong because they can’t shoot anything.

I run down the halls with noodles falling off me. I follow the cries of the others. They seem scattered all around. I hear screaming in one room and panicking in the other. Then I heard a voice. “Where the hell is Ashley?” It said. I know that voice from anywhere.

I run to the room. Arthur is standing there with his wife and kids. Everyone except for Arthur is crying. We stare into each other’s eyes. “I’m right here.” I replied. He cracked a smile and hugged me. He knows I’m joking. His daughter is missing. It’s pretty lousy when your brother names your niece after you.

His two year old son starts crying and gnawing on his mom. The baby crawls over and starts eating the noodles on my pants. He clings onto my leg. “Jenne, get Mikey of Ash’s pants.” Arthur said. Jenne tears Mikey off my pants. Suddenly, screaming emerges from another room.

We all run to the room. It’s full with people. It looks like nothing is wrong. Everyone is staring at the window. A woman is down on the ground unconscious. I walk over to the window. I catch 20 men carrying weapons approaching the mansion. It’s shocking that they still have no style when it comes to masks.

“Me, Arthur, and Channing will be the leaders. You will all stick behind.” said Nick. Nick is my extremely rich and ill-literate cousin. He owns the mansion from the inheritance he got when Uncle Lucas died. I stare intensely at Nick. He shakes his head at me. Channing has a weird, confused look on his face.

“I bow down, Nick,” said Channing. “Ash deserves it more than me.” Nick had this disgusted look on his face. The atmosphere had changed from “survive 25 murderers” to “Ash is going to slaughter Nick in the future”. I have the biggest smile on my face.

All three of us go to the weapon room. I grab two semi-automatic pistols and a broken plastic bat. Nick had us put the important weapons in the bag. We put ammo and rope in there. I put in some gun powder. Nick says we don’t need it, but we do.

There is a loud banging noise and yelling from down the hall. It is an unfamiliar voice. We rush over to the door. It’s one of the intruders. Arthur kicked the door open. The man is unmasked with red eyes. I stared at him. He pointed the gun. He then raises it and shoots it into his mouth.

It goes through the top of his head. Blood starts rushing down from his nose heavily. His eyes are still open as the blood from his head starts pouring. The dead body is covered in blood within a matter of seconds. He falls to the ground.

Well, that was mind blowing. The other two’s jaws are dropped. I walk over to the body and loot it. All he had was a ski-mask (no wonder why he shot himself), a blood covered pistol, and a nice shiny axe. I picked up the axe. It had “Torrance” carved in it. I took the axe. He obviously never read the book.

We ran to the hall and found the others. They were all in the room. We decided it was best to search the other rooms. Everybody grabbed at least one room. There was the Rec room and the kid’s room. It made no sense because he’s a bachelor. It was all normal until I reached the room at the end of the hall.

I opened the door. The only thing in the room is an IKEA table. I call the others. At least 15 people are in here. I pressed the middle of the table. Water starts pouring from the walls. It is somehow leaking from the cracks. Slowly the water reaches to my knees. It starts smelling like rotten eggs. I look up to see six buckets full of white stuff about to drop.

“Get out!” I yelled. I ran as fast as I can out of the room. The others are confused. Arthur is looking around in the room. I pulled him out. Jenne is looking at me. “Get out!” I yell again. She tries running but the water is slowing her down. The sodium suddenly drops.

A loud booming sound happens, and then the water starts exploding. I take a look at Jenne. The explosion sends her to the wall. Her foot goes to the other side. Mikey and the other kids are crying. Body parts are flying everywhere. The water has a large amount of blood in it.

The explosions happen for a few more seconds. An IKEA table leg flies to the wall, smashing in my aunt’s face. It honestly reminds me of a massacre. The water flows out into the hallway. I see a part of a skull floating in it.

The others are trying to heal. They have killed 20 of us. There is 41 left. This has to be the scariest thing I’ve ever been through. I rest against the wall. There is one upside though.

I finally got that damn spaghetti off of me.