Crimson

Crimson is a story submitted by a user on this website named Megiz. It’s about a young girl named Crimson Rose who receives a strange package when she is left home alone one night.

Crimson Rose woke with a silent yawn. She blinked a couple of times and rubbed her eyes. She looked at her digital alarm clock that sat next to her on the wooden nightstand. It was midnight.

Her mother had gone to a dinner party that evening. She should have returned by now. She looked out the window, but there was no sign of her mother’s car. Crimson sighed and shut the curtains. She lay down on her bed and closed her eyes.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Assuming it was her parents, she opened the front door. Crimson found a large package. She took it inside, locked the door, and sat in the living room. She opened the box. Inside, was a small note. In very bad handwriting, were the words:

Hello Crimson. I watched you today. You were very pretty.

Crimson was creeped out. She threw the note away and shuddered. She had the feeling that someone was watching her. Crimson simply shook it off. She got back to bed and fell asleep quickly.

The water was icy cold. Crimson looked at the shower knobs. The knob for hot was turned halfway—the water shoud’ve been warm. She wondered where the hot water went.

She climbed out of the shower and wrapped a cozy purple towel around her nude body. She wiped the steam away from the mirror and looked at herself. Her eyes were dark and tired, haunting. Her olive colored skin was now pale as paper.

Crimson wondered how she had gotten to looking this bad. She had been having nightmares about the person who had given her the note—they were terrifying.

She sniffed and quickly rubbed lotion all over her body. She put on some grey daisy dukes and a white T-shirt with a stunning V-neck line.

She turned off the bathroom light, pitching her into darkness. She tried to open the tall white door but it wouldn’t budge open. It was jammed.

She turned the lights on. They quickly shorted out, pitching her into darkness again. Crimson sighed in frustration and tried to open the door again—it opened. She was wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Someone was in the house.

Her heart pounding, Crimson walked outside to the cable box. She opened it up, and saw all the switches were off. Water, light—everything. She then noticed a note on top of the box. She read it:

Hey, BooBoo! Meet me @ School 2nite. See you there, Dean.

Crimson smiled and held the note in her hand. She turned all the switches on and went back inside. She started getting ready for whatever Dean had in store for them. She could barely contain her excitement.

After she was done getting ready. Her platinum blonde hair was curled in tiny curls, her make-up done pefectly right, her mascara bringing out her icy blue eyes. She flattened down her short-cut dazzling red dress, checked her white teeth and finally when she was convinced she looked perfect, she left her house and headed to school.

When she arrived, candles illuminated the outside of the school and the inside. The lights—inside and out—had been turned off. How romantic.

Rose petals led to the door, in her favorite color, crimson. She smiled and got out of her car. When she reached the door, she noticed a red liquid on the floor. It looked like blood. The trail led her to English class. She opened the door.

Inside, all was quiet. She knew Dean was hiding in the closet. She quietly tip-toed to the closet, and quickly opened it. Inside, to her horror, was Dean’s body. In his hands were crimson colored roses. He had been beheaded.

She heard laughter behind her. She slowly turned around and saw a large, burly man holding a large kitchen knife. He had a big, black bushy beard and broad features. His long hair was tangled in knots, and his nose was crooked a slight bit. He had nasty yellow teeth and foul breath.

Crimson immediately reconized the man.

“D-Daddy?” Crimson whispered. She managed to get the words off her tounge. She had always seen pictures of him around the house. He had left Crimson’s mother when Crimson was three.

Her mother told tales of him as a lumberjack. He had left one night and never came back. But now he was here, standing before Crimson.

The man smiled evilly and low laughter left his mouth. “Crimson, you’re right. Look at you, baby girl. You’re so pretty.”

Crimson was terrified. Her father was about to kill her!

“Please, stop! Dad, please,” Crimson begged. She had tears in her pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Her father chuckled, wiping away her tears. “But it has to be this way.”

He raised his knife and plunged it deep into her chest. A faint gurgle escaped her lips before she fell to the ground, the knife still stuck in her chest. Crimson colored blood trickled down her chin. It looked beautiful against her pale skin.

The man received the large knife and licked the blood off of it and left.

Later that night, there was a newsflash on TV.

“Dean Haddonfield and Crimson Rose have been found dead in a Northwest high school. Dean was beheaded and Crimson was stabbed. They were both pronounced dead at the scene. A message was left on the wall in blood: READ THIS BEFORE SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS. Officials don’t know what this means—” Just then, the disembodied head of Dean dropped down on the news anchor.

(Megiz says: Okay, I really hope you guys like this one. Please comment, it means a lot)