Why Not?

Jerry smiles. “Why not. I suppose we don’t have anything better to do.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Jerry walks down the corridor wondering what time it really is. The lack of windows and cavelike nature of the school has eroded her sense of day and night.

She steps into the party to find it in full swing with easily forty people drinking, smoking, and dancing.

Her eyes go wide in horror when she sees the decoration on the far wall.

Catherine is hanging there, ignored by the crowd. Metal spikes have been driven through her hands and feet, pinning her to the wall. Her chest has been cut open and her heart is missing. Her eyes are white and dead.

“Hey, isn’t that the bitch that tried to kill you?”

Jerry bursts into tears.

“What’s the matter? It’s not like you killed her.”

Jerry runs.

Sounds of the party fade into the distance. She sits down and just cries. As she sobs, she begins to question her sanity.

“Jerry, I heard you crying.”

Jerry looks up to see Professor Stone in a one piece cherry red latex catsuit.

“What’s the matter?”

“I...I...killed her!”

“Oh, that. It’s not like the world will miss that bitch. Take a deep breath Jerry. I have a spell that will help you.”

“You’re going to cast a spell on me!?”

“No dear, the spell must be cast on yourself, but I’ll teach you. Simply place your middle finger on your forehead and say Fresenia.”

“And that will help me?”

“Absolutely. I promise you’ll feel better.”