Vivien's short horror stories

PROM

The city's rich and famous are preparing for a dazzling prom. It was held in August every year. About seventeen couples from the rich and 10 from the poorer classes attended.

From their wardrobes, they took out their most elegant attire. The rest of the town always watched enviously as the well-dressed couples paraded through the streets. The poorer of the 10 couples were transported by limousine to the ball. Every single guest was eagerly awaiting the event. The rich guests were always a constant. The poor changed from year to year.

As soon as all the guests arrived, the doors of the building were closed and they were led into a huge hall. In addition to the hall there were four living rooms, a kitchen, three bathrooms, a large cellar and a living room. Long stairs led up from the hall to the bedrooms.

The round tables were joined by four chairs. They sat around it, and as soon as the last guest was seated, a horde of waiters appeared with plates in their hands. The four-course feast was eye-catching in appearance, but it was the taste that took the cake.

At the end of the meal, the waiters collected the plates. Soft music played in the background and the lights dimmed. At the top of the stairs was a very handsome man in a mask, holding a microphone.

The rich people stood up from the table and arranged themselves in a pile. Following the instructions of the masked man. The poor have to survive for two hours with the rich they hunt. Those who survive are elevated to the ranks of the rich, along with their families. They get enough money to last them three lifetimes. Unfortunately, those who die are the same. He said. The poor were immediately frightened. The waiters were delivering weapons to the rich.

’Ten minutes head start! As soon as they hear the shot, the two hours begin.’

The shot is fired. The poor began to run for their heads. Some tried to leave through the door. Some ran towards the cellar, others towards the sleeping quarters. They hid under the bed, some in the closet. They even hid in the farthest corner of the cellar or under the stairs.

At the end of ten minutes, the rich people left. They did not rush. They spread out and hunted calmly. The masked man stood in the middle of the room, directing the waiters. The tables and chairs were moved. A platform was brought from the corner and set up for the musicians. They brought the instruments, which consisted of a guitar, a synthesizer and a violin.

There was a constant sound of gunfire, both from upstairs and from the basement. Those who died were taken by the waiters to a separate corner of the room. There they were placed on elegant chairs and tied down to prevent their bodies from falling off the chairs. Nine chairs were already taken. The masked man looked over the nine with pleasure.

Once again people were brought down from the floor. They were fewer and fewer. And the two hours passed slowly. Only fifty-three minutes had passed, but they were already sitting in fourteen chairs. The masked man was less than happy about this, mostly because he expected much more entertainment. He thought the poor would be more creative when it came to their lives. He was disappointed. Four more people had chairs. And that one was persistent and violent enough to be one of them.

There were two more bangs. Three men were called into the room by two rich men. With guns pressed to their backs. They shook. Two were shot on sight. The other was left alive.

One man was missing, but he was nowhere to be found. They searched everywhere. They were getting nervous.

Two hours passed. The masked man shouted into the microphone, but he was nowhere to be found. They couldn't find him until everyone came out of the kitchen. Then the masked man approached a man and said, "I didn't hire you. He was the last one. He was not found for two hours. He's pretty sneaky, the masked man thought.

The winner was placed in the middle of the stage. They led away the poor man who was still alive. And a gun was placed in the winner's hand. He shot him without hesitation. His life could finally get better. The musicians began to play, the rich applauded and broke into a dance of joy. The masked man stood next to the winner, patted him on the shoulder and congratulated him.

’That's the worst movie I've ever seen.’ said one of the young people in the cinema.

’It was terribly boring. Let’s go!’ he threw a can of popcorn at the screen.