"458 South"A Story by Cody Williams“458 South” By Cody Williams
1. Hew Galloway swallowed heavily and step foot into the dormitory bathroom. He closed his eyes when he walked through the door almost knowing that he would see her. She had very pale paper like skin and long black hair reaching halfway down her torso. She was almost always wearing a hospital gown and nothing else. This was the girl he saw in his dreams every night. She was the reason he would wake up with terror and covered in sweat on every inch of his body. He could imagine opening his eyes and she would be standing there with her head pointing towards the cold bathroom floor. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Nobody was there. Hew sighed in relief and turned to his right stepping into the showers. The three shower stalls were empty because it was the weekend and most everybody who was anybody left campus to go home or they would go out with friends and not return until 1 am at the earliest. Hew walked into the one that was farthest right to the wall. He closed the white curtain behind him took the towel from around his waist and hung it on the hook that was mounted on the wall just outside of the shower stall. Hue placed his soap in the soap dish and turned on the water while turning his back to it and facing the curtain. He jumped when he first felt the cold water splatter against his bare back but it then quickly turned to a comfortable temperature. He knew better than to turn his back to the curtain. If he did that, her long arm would reach in and grab him. But what exactly did he have to be afraid of? That’s just it. He didn’t really know what she was or even who she was. He only knew one thing. She was coming after him. Why else would she haunt his dreams? 2. Whenever he would talk to his friends about it they would just reply by saying: “Are you nuts? It’s just your imagination! She doesn’t exist!” But he knew better than that. He knew she was all too real. And she wanted him. It all began when he first heard the story. He was sitting in the lobby of the dorm doing his homework when he overheard the conversation. Just across from his sat a group of fellow students sitting in a circle getting their boxes off by telling ghost stories. The all time favorite of teenagers. The only story he could remember from that night was the story of a teenaged girl. “Have you guys every heard the story of the girl in the hospital gown?” A young man named Bobby asked the group directing the question towards his girlfriend Cindy. I guess that’s almost any teenaged boy’s strategy. Scare the girlfriends so he could hold her. Cindy shook her head and the group listened intently. “There have been two different incidences in the past two years regarding this young lady.” Bobby began telling them. Hue looked up from his textbook and placed the pencil down on it and began to listen. “We don’t really know who the girl is, or what she wants. But many people believe it is the residents of room 458 in the South wing of the dorm. Apparently one night about three years ago there was a young man who lived in the room who went out to a party late one Saturday night. He got a little drunk and decided to drive back to the dorm against his better judgment. Anyway, he somehow failed to he that his light was red at the four way stop beside campus and t-boned a car on the driver side door. The incident killed the both of them. Nobody really knows the name of the young lady who died. She was a foreign exchange student from Korea and could speak English worth s**t. She didn’t have many friends either. She just enrolled in school halfway through that semester due to an incident that happened to her at another school. Rumor has it that she went crazy and sewed her eye lids shut…but that’s a different story.” Bobby continued telling the story. The group leaned in closer and closer hanging on his every word including Hew. “They say every year on a random Saturday she come back to seek revenge of the residents of 458 South. In fact, it’s already happened the past two years. The first victim was a boy named Eugene Reynolds. One night he began to hear whispers from he hallway. He got out of his bed and opened the door only to see that nobody was there. He walked back to his bed and stood there for a moment. That is when she reached out from under the bed and wrapped her ghostly hands around his ankle and pulled him under the bed with her. They found him the next morning under the bed white as a sheet of paper with his right leg bent up next to his head and blood covering his body.” Bob continued to scare the group. Hue's skin turned white with fear, as he could not believe what he was hearing. “The second incident involved another young man who lived in 458 South. His name was Will Tanner. He was walking into the bathroom when he saw her standing there looking down at the floor. After he saw her, the florescent lights blew. They found him the next morning face down in the hole of the toilet dead.” He told them. “Now, we are just waiting for that night. For it to happen again.” Bob said. “If they know that’s going to happen, then why do they still rent out the room?” Cindy asked him. “Because they don’t believe! Residential life thinks it’s all a load of bullshit!” He answered. “But what do you believe? Do you think she’s real?” The other guy in the group named Patrick asked. “I do! I do believe it! And it’s going to happen again! Sometime real soon.” He said to them. At this point Hew was too creeped out to listen to any more. He slammed his book shut and ran out of the lobby and up to his room. That’s what started it all. Every since that night, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Hue reached over turning off the water and wrapped the towel around hiss waist. He pushed the curtain to the side praying that he would not see her. He didn’t. He walked out of the shower stall and out of the bathroom to his room. Hew looked up at the top of the door at the black colored letters reading: 458 S and placed the key into the keyhole and the door swung open. He turned on the light, walked into to room, and slammed the door shut behind him. 3. He got dressed putting on his typical Tap Out gym shorts and green nightshirt and walked over to his bed. He sat down on it and quickly moved his feet to the bed with him before the arm could come out and grab him. Hue glanced over at the alarm clock that read: 1:03 am in big yellow letters. He lay down and turned off the lamp that was sitting on the nightstand beside the bed. He didn’t know what it was, but he just couldn’t seem to get to sleep. If you ask me he was scared…scared to death. He tossed and turned before finally looking over at the clock that was now reading 3:00 am. He finally began to feel tired, but still couldn’t quite fall asleep. He began to hear the sound of whispers that sounded like they were coming from right outside his door. It sounded like a group of people. At least 5 people, maybe even more. He turned his back to the door facing the wall hoping that it was just a couple of people who lived on the hall. The only problem was that the whispering never stopped. And it stayed at the same volume. He ignored it and just tried to fall asleep. The door began to jar back and forth as if someone or something was trying to break their way in. He sat up and faced the door that continued being more and more forcefully jiggled. He could see a shadow from under the door. He sat not saying a word until the shadow finally disappeared. Hue
threw the blankets off of him and placed his feet on the floor quickly moving
away from the bed. He slowly walked towards the door. He glanced out of the peephole
and saw nobody. He swallowed heavily again and reached down turning the
doorknob. The door swung open. Nobody was there. He closed the door and looked
directly across the room at his bed. He walked over to it and got down on his
knees looking underneath it. Nothing was under there. Hue felt an overwhelming
feeling of relief and got back into bed. He covered himself back up and began
to drift off to sleep. Then he noticed something strange. He felt something scratching his foot. It felt like a long fingernail. That was when he realized that he wasn’t alone. He slowly lifted up the blankets looking under them. At the foot of the bed sat the young dead woman with her long black hair covering her face and scratching his foot. She slowly began making her way towards the head of the bed. She wrapped her hand around his neck and Hew screamed with pure terror. Copyright 2014 by Cody Williams Courtesy of TRUE TERROR PUBLICATIONS A division of TTP Entertainment <a target="_blank" href="http://www.copyrighted.com/copyrights/view/bptm-g58f-xvkw-qcim"><img border="0" alt="Copyrighted.com Registered & Protected BPTM-G58F-XVKW-QCIM" title="Copyrighted.com Registered & Protected BPTM-G58F-XVKW-QCIM" width="150" height="40" src="http://static.copyrighted.com/images/seal.gif" /></a> © 2014 Cody WilliamsAuthor's Note
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Cody WilliamsElizabethton, TNAboutI am in my second year at Carson-Newman University in Jefferson City, Tennessee were I major in instrumental music education and minor in English. My passions include playing the trombone/euphonium an.. more..Writing
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