Scary Story
It was a chilly evening; Harry knew that even if the police caught up with him, he would have finished his mission. Something about ladies with blue eyes irritated him. He felt as if blue eyes pierced his soul, and he always felt the need to remove the piercing blue eyes. Over the years, Harry had managed to kill 20 blue-eyed girls, and he always felt an adrenalin-rush whenever he plucked the eyes. As the policed closed in, Harry tried to remove the bits of human flesh in his fingernails frantically. Soon after, the cops captured him and tied him in ropes to prevent him from running.
Harry was sentenced to life imprisonment in a remote prison for the criminally insane. From the moment he set foot in the prison, Harry knew he had to escape. With a serial killer tag next to his name, it would be hard to get the warden’s attention of his cell. However, Harry was smart, and he would use his brain to get out of prison, even if it killed him. Twenty years later, he was still planning, and eventually, he came up with the perfect plan.
Twenty years was enough time for Harry to study the movement of all the guards and his fellow prisoners. Kenny was Harry’s old roommate, who never used to talk. However, as useless as Kenny seemed, the old man was indispensable to the escape plan.
The prison had a routine where whenever one of the prisoners died; the body would lie in a coffin in the old chapel the entire night. The next day, the coffin would be taken to the cemetery, a few miles off, and left for the gravediggers to burry. Harry knew that the bodies were left for the gravediggers because the wardens would come back in a short while, implying that they did not wait for the bodies to be buried.
The night was long, and Harry could hear the ocean waves crashing against the rocks upon which the prison was built. Slowly, Harry took his pillow and smothered old Kenny. In all his years as a serial killer, Harry had never killed a man. He had harnessed all his energy, expecting Kenny to fight back and resist. However, Kenny lay still as if he was waiting for death.
The midnight roll-called came, and the large prison bell tolled. “The bell! The bell!” whispered Harry as his heart pounded hard against his chest. Freedom was finally here. Harry would sneak into the prison chapel and hide in the coffin with good old Kenny. As soon as the guards dropped the body at the cemetery, Harry would sneak out of the grave before the gravediggers noticed and escape. The plan was perfect, so was the timing.
In the coffin, Harry felt as if the corpse was slithering under his skin. He was surprised that in all his years as a serial killer, he could be scared by a corpse. For a moment, Harry almost let out a scream when he imagined Kenny caressing his body, but the hope of getting out of prison after twenty years kept him determined to be courageous. Harry quietly fell asleep.
Harry was woken up by a thud. “The guards must have carried the coffin to the cemetery, Harry thought to himself.” Wait, why was it becoming hot? Where did the smoke come from? Harry tried to hit the coffin, but his limbs were too weak to move. Just then, he remembered, good old Kenny was a Hindu. Hindus were cremated. He was not at the cemetery; he was in the crematorium!