Killer Butterfly
Hello, my name is Joshua Cabrera, and as a change of pace, I have a horror story to tell you. It is a dark story. One of evil... and butterflies. My tale begins in present-day Hazlet, New Jersey. It was 7:15 in the morning, and Charlie Shabang was running late for school. As he ran around the corner, he could see the bus pull up to the bus stop. So, running at the speed of light +1, he got to the bus stop and hopped on the bus. Unfortunately for him, rather than getting on the school bus, he had unknowingly gotten on the senior citizens' bus to Atlantic City instead. Realizing his error, he pulled the fire alarm causing the bus to grind to a hault and giving five senior citizens heart attacks. Eventually, he got on the right bus and headed for school. When he got there, he went to his locker. It just so happens that his locker is next to a smart, funny, witty, handsome, SINGLE guy named Josheva Cobrary. So anyway, Charlie got his books and went to homeroom. He sat down in his seat in front of Sean Bolnier (what a name) and started to do his algebra homework (late as usual). The bell rang, and he went to his algebra class with Sean and Josheva. Unfortunately, his day was about to be flushed down the toilet bowl and sent to the waste treatment facility only to be recirculated again. He entered his algebra class and sat down in his seat. The teacher, Mr. Figlin, was about to begin his lecture on collinear functions, when, all of a sudden, he heard a shriek. When everyone turned around, all they could do was gasp in horror as they saw the mangled corpse. One of the girls sitting next to Sean had been brutally killed. Thinking Sean was the culprit, Mr. Figlin ran over to his desk and pressed a big red button. In an instant, a trap door opened up under Sean and he immediately fell in. Thinking the danger was over Mr. Figlin went back to his lecture. However, four minutes later, another scream filled the room. Once again, a student had been ravenously attacked and killed. Suspecting the handsome Josheva this time, Mr. Figlin pressed another button on his desk, causing a crane to burst in through the ceiling, lifting Josheva away. Once again, Mr. Figlin resumed his lecture, and once again he was interrupted by another slaying. He was about to teleport Charlie to another dimension, when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small black butterfly sitting on the windowsill with blood on its mouth. It had all become clear. As clear as a glass just before it is smashed on a person's head. Of course, it would still be clear. It would just be in small pieces and have some blood on it. However, it would be clear nonetheless. Anyway, the butterfly had been the killer all along. So Mr. Figlin shooed the butterfly away and closed the windows. In the end, despite a few deaths, everyone had a good laugh excluding Sean and Josheva. True story. Thong thong thong thong thong