The French's Lounge

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This is a horrific short-story about French teacher's lounge.

Submitted: December 18, 2017

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The French's Lounge

 

 

One day at Notre-Dame International High

School, Daniel Mason, teacher of

mathematics and philosophy, went into the

teacher's lounge for he was a teacher

after all. Well, Evi Ketsea, teacher of chemistry and

physics was already in there,

heating up something that looked like...fried

human brains?  ' Wait! ' thought

Mr.Mason, ' That can't be fried human brains. Must

be some type of gruel. Hmm, I'll

ask. 'So, he did. "Mr.Ketsea, what are you eating?"

"Oh this?" asked Mr.Ketsea,

"Uh, it's just gruel. Totally gruel." "Okay, I thought

it might've been fried human

brains. Ha, it is good to I'm wrong!" chuckled

Mr.Mason. "Yea..about that..it kinda

is fried human brains, please don't tell Headmatser

Zicari!" said Mr.Ketsea, guitily.

"Okay...I will NOT tell Headmaster Zicari! I

promise. "Thank you, but I don't belive

that I can trust you so...I'm sorry for this. I must

eat!" And upon saying those words,

Mr.Ketsea pulled out a gun and shot Mr.Mason.

"Ah, brains!" And just then,

Headmaster Zicari came and saw Mr.Ketsea

hovering over Mr.Mason's brain. "EVI

KETSEA YOU'RE FRIED, I MEAN FIRED!" yelled

Zicari. "No, you will be fried."

and upon saying that, he shot Zicari dead. Then

Mr.Ketsea ran althroughout the

school shouting, "I AM A MURDERER! A BRAIN-

EATING, MURDERER! COME

AND GET ME COPS! I'LL EAT YOU TOO!" And

that, my scared, tasting looking, I

mean really scared looking friends, is the tale of

The French Lounge.

 

 

FYI: I'm not a zombie, but I have a friend who is, her name is Liv Moore. Ha ha! You should watch IZombie!




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