{"id":2890,"date":"2015-10-28T12:00:10","date_gmt":"2015-10-28T12:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=2890"},"modified":"2015-10-28T03:12:44","modified_gmt":"2015-10-28T03:12:44","slug":"horror-by-kelsie-stelting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/horror-by-kelsie-stelting\/","title":{"rendered":"Horror by Kelsie Stelting"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Catcher<\/a><\/h1>\n

Horror<\/h1>\n

by Kelsie Stelting<\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t we watch something more interesting?\u201d<\/p>\n

Heath wanted me to watch some documentary about the civil war that had just been released at our local movie theatre. He was always watching war movies, and I was just happy to see a mildly humorous rom-com.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor me?\u201d he asked, taking hold of my hand and kissing it.<\/p>\n

I rolled my eyes. \u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was just there for the popcorn and chocolate covered peanuts anyway.<\/p>\n

He bought us a couple of tickets, ordered me my snacks of choice, and led me into the movie theatre, where we sat right in the middle\u2014he had to have the best view. Within thirty minutes, Heath was on the edge of his seat, and I was bored to salty popcorn tears.<\/p>\n

An old man on the screen was midway through retelling his father\u2019s stories when the lights turned on and the screen went dark. Three cops rushed into the room, their guns held up and pointed toward the crowd. One was speaking into a small microphone on his shoulder.<\/p>\n

I laughed, picturing him talking to a little devil on his shoulder.<\/p>\n

Heath grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me to the ground, covering me with his body.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich one of you has a gun,\u201d a cop shouted. His voice was hard, but I heard it quiver on the word \u2018gun\u2019.<\/p>\n

From my spot underneath Heath, I saw a girl across the aisle stand up and slide her gun on the floor. She held her hands up, like she was the relenting villain in a crime movie.<\/p>\n

One of the cops darted forward and picked up the pistol, and the other two sprinted to capture her. She stood stalk still, with a bored expression on her face. They cuffed her with ease, and led her out of the theatre. The cop who had grabbed the gun stayed behind the other two and shouted to the theatre, \u201cPlease stay where you are until I give further orders.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGet off me,\u201d I said to Heath, who was slowly crushing the oxygen from my lungs.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said stay still,\u201d Heath said.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet off of me,\u201d I said, and elbowed him in the gut.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine,\u201d he said, rolling to the side.<\/p>\n

I stood up, brushing bits of sticky candy and dust from my outfit.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease stay where you are until we receive further instructions,\u201d the cop repeated, a little louder this time.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just going to go home,\u201d I said, and started walking toward the exit.<\/p>\n

The cop rushed forward and gripped my arm in his bony claws.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere do you think you\u2019re going?\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

I was about to smart off with some comment about how I\u2019d just told him where I was going when I heard a gunshot, and blood sprayed from the cops head into my partially opened mouth.<\/p>\n

I looked to my left where the shot had come from to see a man standing with a pistol.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, where do you think you\u2019re going?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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