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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes from Sandcastle, California. Today I have for you some very creepy stories about crime. Yes, crime happens everywhere but here in Sandcastle crime is a little more mysterious and usually a bit supernatural. Of course, it's hard to tell one from the other but we know that many people don't care or can't see the difference either way--especially here in Purgatory.
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MY TEACHER IS A KILLER
by MalumLibrum958
I’m in my English teacher’s walls.
The dumbass doesn’t even realize I’m hiding in the walls of his house. Why am I here, you ask? Well, it all started when he gave me that bad grade at the start of the year. In fact, all year he’s just been giving me one bad grade after another.
Why does he pick on me like he does? I work hard. I turn in my essays. Who cares if I have “controversial opinions” about the characters we read about? That doesn’t mean he has any right to flunk me. But here we are.
As soon as this idiot goes to sleep, I’m going to kill him in the most horrific way imaginable. He’s going to regret ever meeting me. But really, I’m doing him a mercy. His name is Mr. Bingo, for Pete's sake. What kind of name is that?
I haven’t heard him in a hot minute. I squeeze out of a wall and into his basement. What a creep! Look how many taxidermized animals he has. Beavers, badgers, deer- the works. They’re everywhere.
He even has four taxidermized people standing by one wall. Wait. What the?!
Nope. My eyes aren’t deceiving me. This guy actually has four taxidermized people in his basement. What the hell! I thought I had a few screws loose, but this jackass might be even crazier than I am. What else has he been doing down here?
“They were old friends of mine,” I hear Mr. Bingo say behind me.
I whirl around. I hadn’t even heard the dude slip into the room. I might be fighting above my weight class here. Or maybe I’m just off my game.
Mr. Bingo ignores me and takes a step towards the taxidermized people. He looks at one of them with something like pain in his eyes.
“Apprentices, kiddo,” he says. “I taught them everything I know about what I do. But they thought they were better than me. They tried to hurt me. So I had to hurt them.”
I blink at him.
“Don’t call me kiddo,” I say.
Mr. Bingo smiles at me. “What?” he asks.
“Don’t call me kiddo,” I say matter-of-factly. “I’m twenty.”
“Of course,” Mr. Bingo replies. “But compared to me, you are a kiddo. You don’t have a clue how the world works. Not the way I do, anyway.”
I blink at him. I’m at a loss for words.
“Have a seat,” Mr. Bingo says. He takes me over to two ornate armchairs. There’s a table in between them. It has a wine bottle and two glasses on it. I suppose he’d been expecting me tonight. I’m again reminded how out of my element I am here.
There’s also a cheeseboard. It has a knife sticking out of it. I let my gaze linger on the blade for a second before looking away.
Mr. Bingo pours us each a glass of wine, then sits down heavily. I’m wary of letting my guard down around him, and especially about drinking possibly poisoned wine. But I suppose if he wanted me dead, I’d already be dead.
I sit down. “Cheers!” Mr. Bingo says, toasting me. He takes a hearty drink of his wine. I take a little sip.
“Don’t like wine?” Mr. Bingo asks, taking note of my distaste.
“I’m not twenty-one yet,” I reply.
He chuckles. “You’ll break into a man’s house, but you won’t drink a little wine?”
“What does one of those things have to do with the other