SLIME PARTY
558 Words
Every year in the small town of Blackwood, teenagers disappeared during the Harvest Festival.
The police blamed runaways.
Parents blamed the forest.
But the truth was far worse.
Seventeen-year-old Zane never believed the stories until his best friend, Mila, vanished after receiving a strange message on her phone:
YOU ARE INVITED TO THE SLIME PARTY Midnight. Wear green. Come alone.
No address.
No sender.
Only a dripping slime emoji at the bottom.
The next morning, Mila was gone.
Nobody saw her leave.
Nobody heard her scream.
Three nights later, Zane received the same message.
His hands shook as he stared at the glowing screen.
His older brother warned him not to go.
“People who follow those invitations never come back.”
But Zane needed answers.
At exactly midnight, he followed the GPS location hidden in the message. It led deep into the forbidden part of Blackwood Forest where abandoned carnival rides rusted beneath dead trees.
And there, glowing in green lights, stood a giant tent.
Music thundered from inside.
Teenagers danced wildly beneath slime-covered disco balls. Green liquid dripped from the ceiling like rain while masked servers handed out glowing drinks.
Everyone looked hypnotized.
Smiling.
Laughing.
Dancing without stopping.
Zane searched through the crowd desperately.
Then he saw Mila.
But something was wrong.
Her eyes glowed bright green.
“Mila!” he shouted.
She slowly turned toward him with an unnatural smile.
“You came,” she whispered.
Before he could reach her, the music suddenly stopped.
A voice echoed through the tent.
“WELCOME… NEW GUEST.”
The floor beneath them began to move.
Zane looked down in horror.
The ground wasn’t solid.
It was slime.
A massive wave of green slime rose from beneath the dance floor, forming a giant creature with glowing eyes and a mouth full of sharp crystal teeth.
The Slime Host.
The crowd cheered like they were under a spell.
“Feed… the party…” the creature growled.
Suddenly, slime tentacles shot across the room, grabbing teenagers and pulling them screaming into the monster’s body. Their faces became trapped beneath its transparent skin.
Zane grabbed Mila’s arm.
“We have to leave NOW!”
But she resisted.
“The party never ends,” she whispered.
The slime infection had already taken control of her mind.
Zane spotted a power generator behind the DJ stage. Sparks flickered from broken wires.
An idea hit him.
Electricity.
He fought through dancing infected guests while slime creatures crawled across the walls and ceiling. The Slime Host roared and chased him, shaking the entire tent.
Zane ripped an exposed cable from the generator.
The creature lunged.
At the last second, Zane slammed the live wire into the slime-covered floor.
CRACK!
Electricity exploded through the tent in blinding blue flashes.
The Slime Host screamed horribly as its body melted apart. The infected teenagers collapsed unconscious while green slime burned into smoke.
The tent began collapsing.
Zane carried Mila outside just before the entire carnival exploded behind them.
The next morning, the forest was empty.
No tent.
No carnival.
No slime.
The missing teenagers slowly recovered, though none remembered what happened inside.
Except Mila.
Sometimes, she stared silently at mirrors for too long.
Sometimes, green slime dripped from her fingertips before disappearing.
And every midnight…
Her phone lights up with the same message.
THE SLIME PARTY WILL RETURN.
- Writer
