High School Hell, a continuing short story

It was an odd night after soccer practice at the old high school. Practice had gone rather swimmingly, but I could tell that was all about to change. My commrade and fellow soccer player Rick and I were heading towards the high school's old, decrepited locker room when we smelled that undescribable, foul odor.

"What is that god awful stench?" I asked.

"I don't know Chris, maybe some bloke took a shit in there and forgot to flush."

"This is no ordinary shit. It smells like --like --like sulfur!" I couldn't forget a smell so horrible and wretched in chemistry class.

We entered the room and to our disbelief, the gates of hell had opened next to the urinals. Large billows of smoke and flame spewed from the entrance.

Where were our teammates? Had they survived this hell hole and escaped? Or were they now satan's slaves, his minions to do his bidding? Are they okay? Will Rick and I have to save the day- again?! That is the only question which I have an answer for- and it is YES!

More to come later, if folks enjoy reading my weird mind.

 

"We cannot save our teammates this time!" uttered Rick

"But we must, our match against the Cats is tomorrow and you and I cannot play without them!"

"You're right-"

"Of course I'm right! We must kill the person or thing that opened the gate- maybe then it'll be shut and life at Hellson High School will be back to normal."

"Whatever that is..."

Rick was right about this cursed school. One day the entire staff had grown fury tails and acted like rabid wolverines. Another day, the cheerleader's tits grew on their backs in sets of four. Weird things happen here and who is here to save the day? That's right, your's truly, Chris.

We were off to get an ax, bolt cutter, a six shooter, and olives. We purchased the following items with ease.

"What are the bloody olives for?"

"Haven't you heard? Demons hate olives, it makes them go blind. Plus, they are the perfect topper to a victory martini."


Will our heros be victorious? Find out in the next edition from the depths of my imagination.

Peace

 

yaaay!

 

We divided the demon slaying tools between the two of us. I got the ax, the revolver, and the olives, while Rick carried the bolt cutters to the locker room. Before we reached that foul door, a large black cloaked figure stopped us dead in our tracks.

"Who art thou?" shrieked the demonic figure.

"Quick, use the olives!"

"No, not the sacred fruit of the lamb of god!"

I tossed the olive into the vile mouth of the demon and he fell over, in agony. He was blind!

More to come later