Hello, humans. Before I start, I just want to let you know that this thing will be something like a series like the ones you see on television. Therefore, the next part will be labeled episode 3 and you will soon see things like season 4 episode 10 or something. So basically, the ‘series’ will be every Saturday and Sunday so you will not have any continuation of this story on any other day.
NOTE: Although this story is in the first person point of view, it is still the work of fiction. Buy mentioning any names of any company, or any names or elements of any religion, it doesn’t mean I’m endorsing it.
Immediately, people started to storm out of their rooms to see what the screaming is all about. Someone was pointing at something and being rather short among most of the people, I couldn’t see anything. I pushed through the crowd of 30 people or so and saw something lying on the ground. The something turned out to be a severed head. I looked in front of me and saw a silhouette of a person walking away. I knew it was going to be a long night.
I went back to my room but I know that I will be summoned soon probably by the police who would want to interview me so I got back outside and fair enough, I heard an announcement saying, “All students please assemble at the cafeteria now,” and so we did. There I saw a couple of policemen safeguarding the door probably to prevent us from running away. Some actually cursed out loud because they knew that if they had gone home instead, they wouldn’t need to deal with all the shenanigans.
As for me, I know that although I passed the test with almost perfect score, I still wanted to attend the class because I know that if I’m too over-confident, I would not be able to ‘retain’ my score at its current level. “Confidence killed the villain,” my history teacher will always say. It sounded a little bit off but at least he was being original. Most people would just copy some random quotes and make it theirs.
I was sure that one of the policewomen said something but I didn’t pay attention. All I heard was the cliched saying, “We will interview you one by one and then you are free to go,”. I could hear people murmuring about how they had booked another hotel for the night because they didn’t want to get murdered. I know that since my name started with a Z, I would be one of the last people to be called.
As I was waiting, inside my mind, I kept having images of random gunmen ambushing the caféteria and kill us all but after an hour, nothing happened. I had seen many movies about a serial killer killing off student one by one for some stupid revenge. I had always regarded these people as special snowflakes who likes to think that they cannot be offended by anyone due to their superiority or something.
As my name was being called, I had already arranged a plan with the person who was sitting beside me to go to a hotel room together. To be honest, I had never known that there’s any hotel that accepts guests late at the night but in the weird millennia, many people have other purposes of going to the hotel at night. I started to wonder what the receptionist would think when they see so many people coming in at such an ungodly hour.
As I was walking to the office where I was set to be questioned by the police, I was surprised that I didn’t see any police or guards escorting me which means if I was the last name to be called and I was the killer, I have time to run away as I was being summoned because there would be nobody to ‘guard’ me. I entered the room and I was greeted by what I gathered to be a detective. I wondered if I could choose not to answer any questions so I asked her, “Can I choose not to answer anything,”
“You are not a suspect,” she said. “For now, you are just a witness,” she continued in a surprised voice. I was sure nobody asked her the same question as I did. But then again, I was the only one I know that will ask such questions. “So there’s nothing stopping me from going away?” I said. “No,” she answered but I know what is going to happen if I choose to walk away. I had heard of something called the obstruction of justice before and being the person that I am, I had always wanted justice and equality for all.
“Where were you?” she started questioning and I told her everything. After what felt like 20 minutes, she asked, “So, where are you going after this?” and I told her everything including the part where I didn’t want to get killed by a serial killer. “So you think the person is still here,” she asked and I said, “Of course,” and started to walk away. That was when I heard more screamings. I turned back at her and said, “See, I told you so,”
(To be continued)