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URBAN LEGEND: SCHOOL DAY

BY: SCARECROW CENOBITE

    This story is an alternative to School Day 2 and is set about decade after the original where the tale has become something of an urban legend. It is also a sequel of sorts to the original Urban Legends film. The style is often mine but I have tried to imitate the feel of the others as much as possible keeping descriptive passages to a minimum. Make of it what you will.

      Jeff ran, ran faster than he ever had in his life. Because he knew that if the Reaper caught him he would be dead. He ran through out the school; he had no idea where he was heading just that he had to escape. Eventually he found himself trapped in the basement with his friend Allison, surrounded by the bodies of all his friends. And slowly but surely the Grim Reaper descended the stair case towards him. As the Reaper reached the bottom Jeff realised he had to fight back if he were going to survive, quick as a flash he attacked death himself with a large axe. The Reaper fail to the floor dead, leaving only Jeff and Allison alive. Jeff crept down and pulled back the hood to reveal the features of his old friend Dillon. But the horror doesn’t end there because when the police came they found no body; to this day no one knows what happened to Dillon or when he will strike again.

     “Oh come on man,” yelled Smithy, “That is so bull.”
     “Yeah,” agreed Sharon, “I heard that story a hundred times before. But the way I heard it Allison was gutted.”
     “No,” Rupert interrupted, “she did survive but they knew it was Dillon before.”
     “It isn’t just a story,” but in Paul who was the one who had been telling them the tale. “It’s true, it really happened.”
     “That’s what everyone says though,” sighed Sharon, “How come the school never gets named? The details aren’t there.”
     “The school isn’t named because they covered it up,” explained Paul, “But I know where it happened.”
     “Oh, and where’s that?” Smithy asked. Paul leant forward across the lunch table, a grin spreading across his face.
     “Here.” He hissed. The others burst into laughter.
     “Very funny, had us going there,” Rupert giggled.
     “Yeah, right barrel of laughs you ain’t,” Sharon said rolling her eyes.
     “Fine, don’t believe me. But it’s true,” Paul sulked. He looked out of the large glass windows and sighed. He knew they wouldn’t but he had hoped he was proven wrong. Oh well, he thought, better get to class in a bit anyway.

     Lucy followed Chad around the corner and trapped him a Biology room. She approached him menacingly.
     “Lucy, come on, that was last year,” Chad begged.
     “I don’t care,” she hissed, “You agreed to be my slave for two years and you have to keep to that.”
     “I’m sorry then, I’ll be your slave!” he squealed. She stopped and smiled at him.
     “Alright then,” she grinned, “Give me all your money.”
     Chad grudgingly emptied his pockets and gave her everything he had. She smiled at him and then kicked him in the nuts before leaving.

     Smithy and his friend Kevin were heading to there German class when they ran into Lucy and Sophie, the schools nastiest pair of girls.
     “Watch it goof-ball” cried Lucy as Smithy bumped into her.
     “Sorry, guess you’ve got too wide hips,” Smithy sneered back. He realised his mistake when the two girls turned and started towards him. Smithy and Kevin ran away quick. They knew Lucy and Sophie went to Judo lessons together and didn’t want to get in there way.
     “Quick!” yelled Kevin, “In here!” The two boys managed to dive into the bathroom just before the girls got to them.
     “That was close,” sighed Smithy.

     The day meant by quite quickly after that and soon it was nearing the end of the last lesson. Paul, Sharon and Rupert were sat in a English class together. The teacher had been discussing Urban Legends with them and where the stories might come from.
     “So, know any good legends?” asked Sharon. Rupert grinned as he waved his shoulder length hair around.
     “Oh yeah,” he said, “But this one’s true.” Sharon groaned.
     “Rupert, quit it, you know it ain’t true.”
     “Fine,” Rupert shrugged, “Don’t believe me. But it’s true. This girl was playing hide and seek with her brother and hid in the best place possible. Her brother never found her and the police put up a search for but still nothing. Then, a few weeks later they went up into the loft to get some suitcases. And in one was his sister, suffocated.”
     “Whatever,” Sharon brushed off, “That’s even worse then Paul’s one about the Grim Reaper.”
     “Hey!” Paul interjected, “That’s true!”
     “If it’s true,” Rupert asked, “Then how do you know it is?”
     “My dad told me,” Paul said. The others laughed.
     “Well obviously it’s true then,” mocked Sharon.
     “Ask him at parents evening tonight,” Paul insisted. They agreed they would and then returned to the task there teacher had set them.

     All the pupils had left and now the teachers were preparing for parents evening. As there would be a lot of people in the school safety was very important. Mr Berridge had gone down to the basement to check is all the circuitry was working and that the magnetically locking doors work in good condition.
     “It’s very dirty,” he moaned to himself as he shifted through the basement to the fuse box. He thought he heard a noise behind him but when he turned there was nobody there.
     “Probably a rat,” he sighed turning back to the fuse. Then he suddenly heard another noise. He spun around quickly to face a figure dressed in long dark robes. The figure was holding a scythe. Mr Berridge frowned, why was someone dressing up as the Grim Reaper?
     “I hope you don’t intend on scaring the parents,” he asked, “Who are you?” The Reaper lifted up the scythe and stepped forward.
     “What do you think your doing?” Mr Berridge was starting to panic. Suddenly the Reaper swung the scythe around and in one clean blow decapitated the terrified teacher.
     Grim Reaper looked around before wandering over to the fuse box.

     Paul, Kevin and Smithy were in the Gym playing basket ball. It was too far to go home so they were staying in the school and waiting for there parents to arrive. They jumped as they heard someone slam the door to the Gym shut. They turned to see Lucy and Sophie.
     “Oh bugger,” said Smithy and Kevin at the same time.
     “Hey, Paul, you can leave,” Sophie called out, “We haven’t got anything on you. Yet.” The girls started to advance on the trio.
     “I’m not going anywhere,” he hissed. The three of them couldn’t see anyway out of the Gym without going past the two Judo trained young women.
     “Your choice,” Lucy sneered as she reached forward and grabbed Kevin. She threw him over her back to the floor where he landed with a very loud thump. Lucy smiled at him innocently.
     “Ouch,” he moaned as he got up.
     “That’s just the start,” Lucy said nastily. Suddenly all the lights in the Gym went out leaving them in near pitch blackness. Paul saw that this was there chance to get out of there.
     “Run!” he shouted and the three young men bolted for the door. They got there but found the doors had locked themselves.
     “Damn it!” cried Smithy. Lucy and Sophie wandered over.
     “What’s going on?” Sophie asked.
     “We’re locked in, the doors are magnetically sealed,” explained Paul.

     Rupert looked around confused. He and his mum had just arrived inside the school when the lights had gone out and the doors had locked.
     “What’s going on?” his mum asked baffled. Rupert said he wasn’t sure and that they should head to the main hall where the events would be taking place.
     When they got there Rupert realised the school was practically deserted. Only people who had arrived early were inside; everyone else probably saw the school shut and left thinking they had the wrong day. He looked around to see who was there. He spotted Sharon, Alex, Paul’s mum and Mrs Lovejoy. Pretty empty.
     “Glad you could make it,” Mrs Lovejoy said smiling.
     “What’s happening?” asked Rupert’s dad.
     “Just a few technical differences, it will be sorted out soon,” the teacher smiled, ever cheerful. Rupert left them to talk and wandered over to Alex and Paul’s mum.
     “Hi Mrs Kombes,” he said. Paul’s mum, who was called Sheila, looked at him.
     “Have you seen Paul,” she asked, “He was supposed to meet us here.”
     “Us?” Rupert asked puzzled.
     “Yes,” she explained, “His fathers just gone to the bathroom. Though he’s been an awful long time…”
     “We could go look for him,” suggested Alex. Alex was a young girl with short brown hair; she had a secret crush on Rupert and would do anything to spend time with him.
     “Alright then,” Sheila said, “Thanks very much.” Alex and Rupert left the hall and headed off down the dark corridors.

     Paul, Smithy, Kevin, Lucy and Sophie had decided to call a truce whilst they tried to work out how to get out of the gym. It was Paul who finally came up with an idea.
     “Hey,” he called to the others, “If two of you give me a lift up I can climb up through that vent!”
     “Good idea,” Kevin agreed. The two girls nodded grudgingly. Between the four of them they easily managed to get Paul up and through. He pulled himself along the cramped tunnel for about a metre before clambering out into the Changing rooms.
     “Yes,” he hissed to himself. He went over to a room of sports equipment and took out a javelin. As he did he noticed that one of discus’s were missing. He shrugged and then went to leaver the gym doors open.

     Rupert and Alex were still searching for Paul’s dad with no luck. All the time Alex had been chatting away to Rupert who tried to seem interested.
     “I always wanted a puppy,” Alex sighed sadly, “But I wasn’t allowed one. Too messy apparently.”
     “Well you know animals,” Rupert said rolling his eyes.
     “I’ve always liked animals you know… hey, who’s that?” She pointed down the hall where a figures shadow was cats upon the wall.
     “I’m not sure,” he raised his voice, “Mr Kombes?” The shadow suddenly retreated.
     “Come on,” hissed Rupert as he ran in pursuit of the strange figure.

     With one final burst of strength Paul managed to force the gym door open with the javelin. The other four poured out.
     “Thanks Paul,” Smithy smiled. Even Lucy and Sophie were willing to give him thanks.
     “Yeah, that was smart of you,” Lucy said with a faint smile, “We’ll let you all off this once.” With that she and Sophie headed off down the down hallways. Paul turned back to his friends.
     “So,” Kevin spoke up, “What do you thinks going on?”
     “Not sure,” Paul shrugged, “guess we should head back to the hall. They may know what’s going on. They start to walk off.
     “Wait a sec guys. I just need to use the bathroom,” called Smithy as he darted into the Changing rooms.

     Chad sped up, he was going to be late. He had convinced his parents to let him drive himself there but they warned him not be late and typically he was. As he spun on he noticed a guy coming in the opposite direction didn’t have his lights on.
     “That’s dangerous,” Chad muttered to himself. As the car approached Chad flashed at him in order to let him know. Suddenly, as Chad passed, the other car screeched around and began to chase him.
     “What the hell?” Chad cried out loud as the other car began to flash its head lights on and off dazzling him. He tried to speed up but the car was old and couldn’t do more than 60mph. The other car began to ram into him and Chad found himself loosing control of his vehicle.
     “Oh shoot!” he yelled as he spun off the road and smashed into a tree. His parents were going to real mad, he was sure of it. He got out the car and looked over to his attacker who had pulled over to the side of the road. Chad advanced on the car only to find it empty.
     “Weird,” he whispered to himself. He turned to return to his car and bumped into something and fell over. He looked up to see a large figure clad in a massive parka coat; the face hidden by the hood.
     “Who the hell are…” he was cut off as the figure brought a large knife down into his chest. Chad screamed in pain as the knife cut into him again and again until he was nothing more than a bloodied mess on the road side.

     Smithy went into the bathroom and lit his cigarette; he had been dying for a smoke for hours. His friends didn’t know he smoked, if they did he was sure they would make a fuss.
     “Might as well go whilst I’m here,” he said to himself. He walked into the nearest cubicle and looked down. The whole toilet was covered in yellowish liquid.
     “Gross!” he cried. He decided he didn’t need to go after all and turned to leave. He realised he still had his cigarette and turned back to the toilet; casually he tossed it into the bowl.

     Alex and Rupert were wandering by the gym looking for the figure they had chased.
     “Nobody here,” Alex sighed. Suddenly they heard a huge explosion and a massive fire ball roared out of the boys Changing Room before dying away.
     “Christ!” Rupert yelled in shock, not noticing how Alex was clutched to him in fear.
     “What the hell happened?” Alex asked nervously. Rupert crept forward into the remains of the room. He looked around and suddenly saw the remains of Smithy! He ran into the hall and threw up.
     “What is it!??” Alex squealed.
     “It’s Smithy,” he gasped, “he’s been blown up.” Suddenly Rupert saw a small canister just outside the entrance to the changing Room. He walked over to it and saw that it was gasoline.
     “Oh god… I’m going to faint…” Alex said wearily. They both knew this meant someone had deliberately done this.
     They heard footsteps running towards them and turned to see Paul and Kevin.
     “What the hell happened?” Kevin yelled in panic.
     “It’s Smithy!” Rupert explained, “He’s dead and someone killed him!”
     “What the hell? Who would do such a thing?” Paul asked in shock.
     “Me,” came a muffled voice from behind them. All four turned to see standing before them the large form of Grim Reaper.

     Lucy and Sophie had broken into the main office and were going through the teachers exam results.
     “Here are ours,” Sophie said with glee. There papers were separate as they had both been caught writing back the time and were to be disqualified. But they knew the teacher marking them wouldn’t know them so they mixed there papers up with the rest.
     “Now we’re bound to get a good grade,” Lucy hissed.
     “Yeah,” Sophie agreed, “We’ll show them all up.” The two girls grinned at each other before placing everything almost how it was and leaving the room.
     “What now?” Lucy asked. Sophie grinned as she got an idea.
     “How about we I do your hair? We can use the school kitchens, the sink is massive!”
     “Great idea Sophie, lets go!” Lucy said with joy as the two of them headed off.

     “Oh my god,” Alex squeaked, exhausted, “Did we lose him?” When Grim Reaper had appeared the four of them had scattered. Alex and Paul had gone one way whilst Rupert and Kevin had gone the other. Alex and Paul were now hidden in an old storage room.
     “I think so,” hissed Paul, “I’ll take a look.” He peered out of the room but saw no one. He turned back to Alex.
     “It’s all clear,” he said.
     “This is so scary, why does he want to kill us?” Alex whined. Paul told her he didn’t know and that she should keep quiet if they were going to survive. Together they headed off down the hallway.

     Sophie finished fillings the sink with hot water and bubbles and called to Lucy.
     “Lucy, its done!” Lucy wandered out and sat in the seat Sophie had placed in front of the sink. She slowly dipped her head in the water.
     “Hot,” Lucy said as she began to relax.
     “Yeah, it needs to be,” Sophie explained, “I’m just going to grab some shampoo from my locker, I’ll be right back.”
     “Alright,” Lucy smiled as she closed her eyes and began to day dream about Paul and how heroic he could be. Perhaps, she thought, she could give him a chance to prove himself to her.

     As she approached her locker Sophie was sure she was being watched. But when she looked no one was around; she opened her locker and took out the shampoo. When she shut it behind the door stood Grim Reaper!
     “Oh my god!” she yelled, “Who do you think you are, you bastard!” Grim Reaper just stared at her silently.
     “Whatever,” Lucy said as she shook her head in disgust. She turned and walked away. Suddenly she felt something slash her ankles and she fell forward. She looked up to see Grim Reaper standing over her with a scythe.
     “Please,” she begged, “Don’t hurt me.” The scythe came down cutting her face and the top half of her body clean in two. Grim Reaper cleaned the blade and then turned to look at Parka Killer. Reaper nods at Parka who wanders into the kitchen.

     Kevin had got separated from Rupert and was now wandering alone done the schools darkened hallways. He thought he heard a noise behind him and spun around but nothing was there. Silently he crept on.

     Lucy sat with her eyes closed, enjoying the heat of the water. Unknown to her Parka Killer step into the room and began to walk over to her.
     “About time Sophie,” Alice called. Parka Killer walked over to a cupboard and pulled it open. Reaching in her slowly took out a large packet of sugar. He then turned back to her and gripped the bag of sugar tight.
     “Come on, Sophie I haven’t got all day,” Lucy moaned. Parka Killer puts his hand into the water and begins to wash it over Lucy’s hair.
     “Hey, not so fast,” Lucy complained. Parka Killer opened the bag of sugar and began to pour in into the water until the whole bag was emptied.
     “Hey, that doesn’t sound like shampoo? What are you up too?” She opens her eyes to see Parka Killer standing over her holding a long length of rope. Lucy screamed as he grabbed her and pulled her up; quickly tying her arms together.
     “Get off me!” Lucy cried but realised whoever it was, was far stronger than her. He hit her against the wall and tied her feet and gagged her whilst she was dazed. Lucy began to scream as he dunked her into the sugary water again and again. He then pulled her up and wrapped the towel around her head before dragging her over to the waste chute. Parka Killer ties her down, a muffled scream coming from the towel, and turned and left the room.

     Rupert couldn’t find anyone. He managed to find his way back to the main hall but no one seemed to be there.
     “Hello? Mum? Dad? Mrs Lovejoy?” he called out into the darkness.
     “Rupert…” he heard a moan from behind him. He turned to see Mrs Lovejoy wander into the room slowly, blood leaking from her mouth. She then collapsed at his feet a scythe dug into her back.
     “Oh god…” whispered Rupert. Determination then crossed his face and he pulled the scythe from her body and left the room.

     Paul and Alex turned the corner and nearly bumped into Grim Reaper.
     “Shit!” yelped Paul, “Run!” He and Alex quickly turned around and crashed through a doorway leading into the basement; narrowly missing the blade of Grim Reapers scythe.
     “Christ,” Paul moaned as he found himself lying on top of Mr Berridge’s decapitated corpse. Alex was beginning to get tearful.
     “Look!” she cried. Grim Reaper had begun to come down the stairs towards them. Paul grabbed Alex’s arm and dragged her away from the steps and into the maze of boxes that cluttered the room.
     “Quick, hide in that trunk,” Paul whispered.
     “Ok…” Alex replied meekly. She crawled over too it, keeping low, and unbolted it. What she saw inside made her scream. Inside led the suffocated body of Sharon, a look of fear on her face and scratch marks on the trunks lid as if she had been trying to get out.
     “Oh god, Sharon!” Paul screamed. His eyes blazing with anger he jumped up and tackled into the surprised Grim Reaper taking them both to the floor.
     “Alex, run!” he shouted as he struggled to keep Grim Reaper pinned to the floor.

     Kevin found his way into the kitchen and looked around. It was then he spotted a figure lying by the rubbish bins. He ran over and saw that is was Lucy, a towel covering her head. He slowly lifted the towel and nearly vomited, new head and nearly been eaten entirely away. He looked across and saw a rat chewing on an eyeball and which point he vomited across the floor.
     “We’re all going to die,” he cried to himself. Slowly he gathered himself together and went in search of any more survivors.

     Rupert looked up as he heard the cries of terror coming towards him. Sprinting down the corridor was Paul and Alex followed close behind by Grim Reaper.
     “Run!” Paul shouted at him and so that’s exactly what he did. The three of them ran as fats as they could until eventually they found themselves back in the main hall.
     “I think we lost him,” Paul said as he gasped for breath, “You believe me now?”
     “Believe what?” Rupert asked puzzled.
     “Don’t you get it? This is like that Urban Legend! The one with Dillon and Jeff,” Paul shouted at him, “It’s all true!”
     “Get a grip!” Rupert yelled back, “It’s just a story!”
     “No. He’s right,” came voice from behind. They turned to see Paul’s dad standing there. He stepped forward out of the shadows.
     “It’s all true,” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt.
     “Dad…?” Paul began but stopped when he saw; a large scar went down his chest, like that of a knife wound. Or an axe.
     “You see,” his Dad stated, “I’m Dillon.”

     “It’s time,” Grim Reaper said to Parka Killer as they stood outside the entrance to the main hall, “For the final reckoning.”

     “Oh my god…” Paul whispered, “It can’t be true.” This was his dad, he couldn’t be a murderous psycho! Rupert and Alex were backing away slowly, Rupert raising the scythe into a defensive position.
     “It is,” his dad said lowering his head, “I did all those things. I’m Dillon.”
     “But…” Paul stammered. Suddenly he heard a scream and turned to see Rupert standing over Alex’s bloody corpse holding the scythe; a grin spread across his face. Behind him Grim Reaper and Parka Killer were entering the room.
     “What’s going on?” was all Paul could manage.
     “Revenge,” a muffled voice came from Grim Reaper.
     “I’m sorry,” Dillon said, “It wasn’t my fault. I was ill.”
     “No excuse,” Grim Reaper hissed, “Time for retribution.” He pulled back the hood to reveal the face of Jeff! Parka did the same to reveal Allison!
     “Hi mom, hi dad,” Rupert said as he went and joined them.
     “Oh my god…” Paul mouthed in shock. He turned to look at his father.
     “I was angry Paul. My mind snapped but after Jeff nearly killed me I realised the suffering I had caused,” Dillon explained, “Being on the edge of death made me realise I was no god. I went to England, got treatment. They cured me and I returned here to start a new life.”
     “You thought you could just forget the past, everyone you killed!” shouted Jeff angrily.
     “No!” retorted Dillon, “I am constantly haunted! But what your doing is no better!” He was getting tearful in anger.
     “What we are doing,” Allison hissed, “Is revenge. We came back to kill you, your family and everyone you knew. Surprise.” She reached into the Parka and picked out the head of Paul’s mum before throwing it to the ground.
     “NOOO!” shouted Paul and Dillon together.
     “Endgame Paul,” Rupert grinned advancing forward, “Time for the final cut.” He swung the blade forward in a large arc but Paul quickly grabbed a chair and used it too block the blow. Dillon leapt into action knocking Rupert back and allowing Paul to get a hold of the scythe.
     “Rupert!” cried Allison as she ran forward holding her axe up. Paul quickly dodged the blow and swung the scythe in an arc cutting the women in two. Jeff and Rupert watched on in horror. Fear appeared across Rupert’s face and he turned and fled the room.
     “Bastard!” Jeff spat the word out, “Your going to die a hundred times over!” He jumped forward swinging the scythe around cutting Dillon’s arm. Paul went to help his father but Jeff swung around again and buried the scythe deep into the arm of his attacker. Paul stumbled back and collapsed to the floor dropping his weapon. Jeff kicked Dillon to the floor.
     “It’s over,” he hissed, his eyes shining with madness.
     “Jeff, I’m sorry,” Dillon whispered, “I’m sorry for driving you too this, I’m sorry for everything.”
     “Too late for apologies!” Jeff sneered, “Just time for you too die!”
     “I’m not afraid of death,” he stated, “It’ll be a release.”
     “Then I’ll free you.” Paul watched on in horror as Jeff prepared to bring down the killing blow.
     “Dad!” he yelled out, “You may be ready to die but I’m not! You got over the past, what you did was terrible but I still need you! I still love you dad!” Tears were beginning to pour down his cheeks.
     “Shut up kid, your next,” Jeff yelled as he brought the scythe down. It hit the floor as Dillon slid out the way and rolled over to his son. He grabbed the scythe and stood up to face Jeff.
     “Let’s finish this once and for all,” he hissed in anger.
     “I’ll be honoured too,” said Jeff as he lunged forward. There scythes connected in the air and sparks flew from the weapons and Grim Reaper new and old battled to the death.
     “Die! Die! DIE!” Jeff chanted fanatically. His face was a picture of insanity, sweat poured down his cheeks, “Just die!”
     “Come on dad!” yelled Paul. Dillon blocked blow after blow and then used his scythe to trick Jeff up. He looked down at his foe.
     “It’s over,” he said as he kicked Jeff’s weapon away. He turned to Paul and went over to him. Suddenly Jeff jumped up and pulled a knife from his sleeve. He charged at Dillon but Paul pushed his dad to the side and with one swing from Allison’s axe decapitated Jeff.
     “Now it’s over,” Paul smiled.

     Paul sat down at lunch with Tony and Laura. He had only just started this new school and had already made two friends.
      “So what happened next?” Tony asked.
     “The police arrived and they realised that Dillon was innocent all along and that the murders all those years ago were Jeff and Allison’s too?” Paul said.
     “Really?” Laura questioned. Paul gave her a mysterious smile.
     “That’s how the story goes.”

THE END.

Urban Legend: School Day
© 2001 Mark Adams.

By: Scarecrow.