Monday, June 3, 2013
The 400-Word Story: The Beach Man #6
Peter smells of alcohol and tobacco; he makes faces at me and laughs at every word I say, annoying me even more. Again, I check my watch. Ten o’clock.
"See, it’s getting past my bedtime," I say, frowning. "You can’t stay here."
He scowls for a moment and then begins to laugh. "I warned you about going to that spiritualist’s place, and now she’s messed your head up with visions and more myths about the beach man. Ah, you're so dumb to believe in those bullshit stories."
I clench my fists, resisting the urge to hit him. "Just get out of my room now!"
"I’m not going to leave, and you know that."
"You know what?" I sigh. "I don’t care whether you stay or leave. Just don’t touch me while I sleep."
He winks at me, bowing slightly. "Yes, your highness."
I turn away from him and lie on the bed. Then I put on my earphones and press the play button on my MP3 player. The music helps calm my body, shutting out Peter’s voice, and soon I drift into oblivion.
I open my eyes, finding myself in the killer’s hut. Peter sits in front of me, strapped to a chair, panting and kicking furiously in his struggle to escape. I try to rush towards him, to help, but my feet are planted on the floor, as if held by glue.
The door opens just then, and the killer enters the room, clutching a dagger. With light footsteps, he walks towards Peter.
"Please leave him alone," I say.
He shakes his head and mutters something. Then he raises his hand, and I catch a flash in the dagger as he drives it into Peter’s stomach.
At the same time, I hear shouts outside the hut.
The shouts continue when I wake up. Surprised to find my door wide open, I roll out of my bed and rush outside. A small crowd stands few feet away from my door, everybody speaking simultaneously, in loud voices, confusing me even more. When I break into the center of the crowd, I see Peter lying on the ground, holding a long dagger; his body is still, and in his stomach, a deep gash, crimson smeared around it.
Then I hear the girl beside me say, "I saw the whole thing! He just stood here for a while and then he stabbed himself."
Footnote: This is the sixth episode of The Beach Man, a 400-Word Blog Series.
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Thanks for reading! And stay tuned for the seventh episode next Monday.