"Some People Just Won't Stay Dead"

"Some People Just Won't Stay Dead"

A Story by Cody Williams
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What was a deep dark secret between three good childhood friends turns into a terrifying nightmare of revenge.

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“Some People Just Won’t Stay Dead”

By Cody Williams

 

1

            “Don’t forget, your stories are due tomorrow! Class dismissed!” Steven Jenkins said to his high school creative writing class as the bell rang. He picked up an eraser and began erasing the white dry erase board behind him.

Steve began hearing a vibrating noise behind him. He put down the eraser and looked down towards the desk at his cell phone. He reached down, picked it up and pressed the TALK button.

            “Hello?” Steve said.

            “Stevie? Stevie? Are you there?” A voice came from the other end of the line. Steve knew who it was. It was Martin, his best friend.

            “Yeah Martin! I’m here! What is it?” He asked him. Steve could tell that something was really bad wrong. Martin didn’t sound like himself. He sound unusually frightened. That’s not very characteristic of Martin. He was always known as the party animal when they were in high school. He was the guy without a care in the world.

            “You’re not going to believe this. You might even think it’s crazy! I certainly do! But it’s real.” Martin warned.

            “What is? What’s wrong? Damn it Marty! Talk to me!” Steve shouted. Marty sounded hysterical.

            “I…I…I.” Marty started.

            ‘Something terrible must have happened! Marty hasn’t studded this God damn much since that day in 1988.’ Steve thought to him self. He listened to Marty studded over the phone for another moment.

            “Goddamn it Marty! Just spit it out!” Steve shouted Marty paused for a moment to catch his breath and swallow.

            “It’s Jimmy! Jimmy Parson!” Steve’s face became white like a blank sheet of paper. Beads of sweat began rolling rapidly down his head. He took off his dress coat and began to loosen up his tie.

            “What about Jimmy? Does somebody know what we did? Who could have known?” Steve began to question. He unbuttoned his sleeves and began rolling them up his forearm revealing a tattoo. The tattoo read BBNF, which stood for BLOOD BROTHERS & NEVER FORGET. Marty had the same tattoo in about the same area.

            “Stevie, it’s nothing like that! Nobody knows anything! We’ve made sure of that, remember?” Marty said. “But, when I was at the bar, I was sitting at the table by the window. I looked out the window and I saw him. He was wearing the same suite he was buried in with a few rips and tears in it and was walking with a limp.” Marty added. Steve sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

            “Marty, are you sure you weren’t just seeing things? I mean, you were in a bar. Maybe it was a hallucination.” Steve suggested.

            “No Steve! I wasn’t drunk! I know what I saw! He’s doing what he said he was going to do right before we…you know. He’s coming back for us! We have to call Ryan and warn him!” Marty said. Ryan was the closest friend of the two. Many in the school as the Three Musketeers knew them.

            “That’s bull s**t Marty! And you know it!” Steve shouted. He reached into his pocket pulling out a cigarette along with a lighter. He put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He placed the lighter back into his pocket and exhaled smoke. Steve quite smoking a while ago. He just carried them with him incase the world ends. Just a damn superstition, but he thought it to be true.

            Steve didn’t want to take that smoke. But he knew he needed to. It was the only thing to calm his nerves.

            “You know it’s true! He’s going to kill us off one by one!” Marty told him. An owkward silence fell over the two. “I’m going to call Ryan and warn him. Please do me this favor Steve! Please go home, lock the door, and stay there! Please!” Marty begged to Steve. Steve nodded.

            “Okay. I…I…I will!” he said as he pushed the END button. He shoved the cell phone in his pocket and picked up his leather brown bag and threw the shoulder strap over his shoulder. He turned off the lights of the classroom and left. He walked down the hall, out the front entrance, and to his car. Steve quickly got in, started it, and drove home.

 

2

            The entire ride home all Steve could think about was Jimmy.

            ‘Could he really be back? But we made sure he was dead!’ He thought to himself. He parked his car in the driveway of his home. It was a small wooden house that seemed to be falling down around him. It was an old house. It survived through the Civil War. There were even two rusted out cannon balls resting at the base of the house.

            Steve unbuckled his seat belt while he grabbed his brown bag and stepped out of the car. He quickly walked up the sidewalk leading to the front door. He reached his hand in his right pocket and fumbled around looking for his keys. Steve pulled the keys out of hi pocket and placed the one to his house into the keyhole and opened the door. He rushed inside and slammed the door shut. Steve locked the dead bolt and threw his brown bag and coat on the sofa. He looked over to the coffee table sitting at the center of the room at the answering machine. The number 1 flashed in and out in red. He walked over to it and pressed the PLAY button.

            “You have one unheard message. First unheard message…” The machine stated. Steve’s heart began to race and sweat once again began rolling down his head.

            “Stevie! Stevie!” Marty’s voice spoke. His voice sounded shaky. It sounded as if he had been crying. “Steve, you’re not going to believe this, but Ryan’s dead when I called him he answered. Then somebody broke in and stabbed him…or something like that. Anyway, he’s been murdered. I bet it was Jimmy! Just…” Marty said. He paused as a knock on the door interrupted. “Steve! I think he’s here!” Marty said. He paused again before hearing a loud thump like a door being busted down. “Jimmy! Please don’t! AGGGHHHH!” Marty shouted as the line went dead.

            “You have no more messages. Press and hold the erase button to erase all messages!” the machine said. A tear rolled down Steve’s face. He turned around and walked down the hallway to his bedroom. He walked in and grabbed an assault rifle from the gun rack that was hanging above his king size bed. He cocked the gun and walked back into the living room and to the window that was beside the front door.

            Steve sat down in a red computer chair beside the window and placed the butt of the gun on the hard wood floor. He placed his middle and index fingers on the blinds and peaked through to an empty driveway. He leaned back into the chair and drifted off to sleep.

 

3

            Steven woke up shaking in fear at the sound of the chime clock that was hanging on the wall above the front door. It was midnight. He swallowed hard and leaned back up to once again peak out of the blinds. Nothing. He sighed a sigh of relief and stood up. He picked the gun up and carried it back to his bedroom. He placed it back on the gun rack and he began to take off his dress shirt.

            “Enough of this s**t! That’s all it is. Bull s**t!” He said. “Jimmy’s not back! We killed him. We made sure of that! The f****r deserved it! For fooling around with my girl. The sick bantered got what he deserved.” Steve said to himself trying to convince himself that he did nothing wrong. He took the shirt off and threw it on his bed. A flash a came throughout the room as he saw something in the reflection of the mirror. Whatever he saw was in the closet. His face turned pale with fear again as he turned around to face the closet.

            Steve swallowed and his trembling hands began reaching to the door nob of the door. He swallowed again and pulled the door open. All that was there was the mask of an evil clown. Steve sighed in relief and then heard a knock at the front door. He stared down the hallway. He swallowed hard again and walked down the long hallway and into the living room. Steve walked over to the blinds again and packed out of them. Nothing. He leaned back and an arm busted through the glass. The arm reached over and turned the doorknob opening the door. The stepped in. It was Jimmy.

            Jimmy was wearing a dirty suit with a navy blue jacket, a red tie with a white shirt, and a pair of kaki pants. The clothes were worn and had several holes in them. The dead man slowly began walking towards Steve. He screamed and ran down the hallway back into his bedroom. He locked his bedroom door and grabbed the gun off of the gun rack. He backed himself against the corner.

            “What do you want from me? Leave me alone!” Steve shouted. Jimmy walked up to the door and began turning the doorknob but it would not open. He stopped and a black figure began to appear in the corner with Steve. It was Jimmy. Steven leaped to his feet with fear and shot him. Jimmy fell down to the ground dead. Steve sighed and walked over to the bedroom door opening it. Behind the door was Jimmy. Jimmy grabbed him and pulled him close to him.

            “I told you that I would come back for revenge! I guess I’m just too Goddamn stubborn to stay dead!” Jimmy whispered in Steve’s ear. Jimmy pulled out a large kitchen knife out of his back pocket and placed the blade against Steve’s throat.

            “No! No! NOOOOOO!” Steven shouted out with pure terror.


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Author's Note

Cody Williams
This is a bit of a longer one. Thanks for reading it and I hope you enjoy it. Please leave comments and reviews!

-CW

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This is a really good piece of writing I really enjoyed it. You might think about doing a quick revision. I found a few things that may need fixing. 1: You misspelled 'awkward' and you should probably say "Many in the school knew them as the Three Musketeers." instead of "Many in the school as the Three Musketeers knew them." 2: "pulled the keys out of hi pocket" 3: "sick bantered" I'm not sure if that's what you meant to type. "A flash a came throughout.." Maybe you might say "A flash went through.." " blinds again and packed out" Peaked out? "opening the door. The stepped in." I think it might sound better "opening the door; then stepped in." Khaki is misspelled. I'm not trying to be rude, but I would like it for somebody to help fix mistakes on such an amazing story if it were my writing.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Cody Williams

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading Anna!

-CW



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Reminded me of "Sometimes they come back" by Stephen King. I liked it but I would have liked a twist at the end. But that is just me! lol. I did enjoy it and it is a good horror story. Pure in it's terror. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cody Williams

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading!

-CW
wow....I'm really curious to find out if he really did something with Steve's girl...

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cody Williams

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading!

-CW
I'm guessing that you wrote this one while I was sick.
It is a very frightening story...I enjoyed it very much.
I'm not going to bother to point out spelling errors, since I've been back you've gotten way better with what I call "the mechanics"...and your ideas have always been stellar.
Hun, you write fabulous horror tales...just a couple more, I think, before I put them away for the day...it's getting too close to evening, and your dear old Granny goes to bed early...
The last thing I need after dark is thoughts of angry dead people coming back from the grave for revenge...
b-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r--------

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cody Williams

6 Years Ago

Ha! I did write it while you were sick...I think it was one of the first ones during that time. Than.. read more
Yes, i guess this is an authentic piece of nice terror 'cause it keeps you readin, wanting to know what happened with Jimmy, and why they killed him.
I notice some grammar and spelling issues, the ones that Anna told you, but I have another suggestion.
You wrote "He sighed a sigh of relief and stood up" don't you thing that is a little redundant?
Maybe you should say something "a sigh of relief came out of his mouth" or something similar in order not to repeat words and meanings.

Well besides that I think your story is interestting. I would like it to be a little longer but that's just my oppinion, it is just fine like it is now.(The thing is that I write novels and i tend to write longer narrations)
I liked it a lot!!! Congrats!!

PD: sorry for the repeated letterss, my celphones keyboard isn't working so well :D

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cody Williams

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading!

-CW
We do that don't we ? ... we work on some thing for a while and figure its sorted out and don't expect that we'll ever have to face that again ... been there ... done that. But when it re-emerges we are puzzled ... shocked ... and unable to account for it. Isn't that the worst? Nice write.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cody Williams

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading Dayran!

-CW
Nice story. I think you should describe Steve's relief at shooting Jimmy a lot more. It would make Jimmy's second appearance more dramatic.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cody Williams

6 Years Ago

I'll take that in mind. Thanks for reading Craig!

-CW
This is a really good piece of writing I really enjoyed it. You might think about doing a quick revision. I found a few things that may need fixing. 1: You misspelled 'awkward' and you should probably say "Many in the school knew them as the Three Musketeers." instead of "Many in the school as the Three Musketeers knew them." 2: "pulled the keys out of hi pocket" 3: "sick bantered" I'm not sure if that's what you meant to type. "A flash a came throughout.." Maybe you might say "A flash went through.." " blinds again and packed out" Peaked out? "opening the door. The stepped in." I think it might sound better "opening the door; then stepped in." Khaki is misspelled. I'm not trying to be rude, but I would like it for somebody to help fix mistakes on such an amazing story if it were my writing.

Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Cody Williams

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading Anna!

-CW
Ah, the sweet taste of revenge... I guess I see the upside to dismemberment. Lol nice write!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cody Williams

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading!

-CW
You are an outstanding storyteller! Love this one~

:) Julie

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cody Williams

6 Years Ago

Many thanks Julie!

-CW
this is awesome cody, i think its one of your best. its detailed and the flow of events is smooth. nice work!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Cody Williams

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading!

-CW

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