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Joey was always really strange, but I never thought she would do something like this.

Submitted: November 16, 2013

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Submitted: November 16, 2013



Note: This was written to be read as a "Radio show" type scene.

Radio Guy: Last week on The Morning Woody Show, Jane and Ben got married in secret and Candy stood up to tell the truth about how her friends were murdered. (Intro music)

Candy: Last year, I was friends with this girl named Joey. I didn't actually like her, I just kind of felt bad for her. She was always alone and everyone made fun of her. I just wanted to be nice. She was so strange. She was always saying weird things that kind of made me uncomfortable, but I laughed because I didn't want her to think I was mean. About a week before the… incident, she said something that I didn't pay that much attention to. I should have paid attention.

Joey: Those who have wronged me shall suffer a fate worse than they could ever dream of.

Candy: It frightened me slightly, but I simply laughed and took another bite of my hamburger. I saw her stare at me for a second out of the corner of my eye before she turned to glare at my other friends who were sitting at a different table. Later that night, I was talking to my friends about her over the phone.

 (A Thousand Miles instrumental)

Friend 1: Yeah, she's such a freak.

Friend 2: Did you see her glaring at us during lunch? Ha, can you spell jealousy?

Friend 3: What kind of name is Joey anyways? Do you think she's actually a guy? LOL.

Friend 1: LOL, she's so stupid.

Candy: She's actually really smart.

Friend 2: Are you defending her?

Candy: No, of course not. I was just-

Friend 1: I think you are trying to defend her. Why? Since when are you guys BFFs?

Candy: We're totally not!

Friend 3: You so are! So, what does she talk about usually? How (bleep)ed up is she?


Friend 2: Well, we're waiting.

Candy: She always talks about weird things like death and stuff. It's so freaky. Like, her room is all black and there are paintings of dead people on the walls. She told me that she did them herself.

Friend 1: Ew! God, she is such a freak! Oh well, gotta go. Peace!

Candy: Bye! (Line disconnected sound) It was a lie. I had been in her room before and it was nothing more than a plain white with black sheets on her bed. I only lied because I wanted to fit in and I thought it was just between the four of us. Well, I've learned that nothing is between just a certain group of people. Somehow or another, someone will find out and it will spread, then someone will get hurt.

I would like to pause for a moment and apologize. At this moment, I realize that I am partially responsible for the deaths of your friends and daughters. It was unintentional, but I still need to take responsibility for the part I did take. I will not explain it completely now, for it will come in just a short while.

Anyways, the next morning, as I sat in my second period class, there was a knock at the door. In walked Joey with a small slip of paper in her hand. It was an office pass. After a brief moment of silence, Mrs. Wilson told me to go to the office. I walked with Joey down the stairs, down the main hall, and, as I started heading to the office, Joey grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door. I had skipped before, but Joey hadn't so I was a bit shocked. I opened my mouth to ask her where we were going, but she put a finger to her lips, silencing me and we snuck out to her car. She drove to her house and practically dragged me up to her room. She had remodeled since the last time I had been there. Where her walls were once white, they were now red with silhouettes of humans hanging from trees and other torture scenes spread about the room. It was terrifying, but I just thought she was trying to get her parents attention or something. She asked me to get her a paper or something off of her desk and almost immediately after turning around I was hit in the back of the head… hard. (Thud of Candy's body hitting the floor)

The next thing I knew, I was crumpled on the floor of her room with hand cuffs around my ankles and wrists. Joey was staring at me from the other side of the room. After noticing that I was awake, she gave a deranged smile and started approaching me.

Joey: Good morning, darling.

Candy: There was a sickening amount of glee in her voice. She seemed positively ecstatic to see me chained up like this.

Joey: Can I get you something?

Candy: I said nothing. What could I have said? "Yeah, a phone to call the police, next could you get me out of these hand cuffs so I can wring your f-ed up neck?"

Joey: (Evil chuckle) So, darling, are you wondering why I have saved you for last? Of course you are, who am I kidding? You see, I have saved you for last because I do not want to kill you. I like you, Candy, I really do. I just think that there's a lesson you need to be taught.


I'm trying to decide how I want to tell you this. Should I start with what I have already done or what I plan to do? Going in chronological order is so boring, but I guess it is the best way for the current situation. (Chair dragging on the ground)

Candy: She pulled up a chair and sat in front of me. There was a sick sparkle in her eyes as she spoke.

Joey: I'll start with why I killed your friends. You see, the idea has been in my head for quite some time, but my conscience stopped me from doing it every time I thought about it seriously. I couldn't do it, until I heard your phone conversation last night. By the way, do you like my redecorating? I did it last night. The paint is still read. I love it, but I'm not sure if there are enough dead people on the walls. What do you think?


Don't be afraid to answer me, Candy.

Anyways, I was on the line last night, but you didn't know that of course. I'll admit that I have been stalking you for quite some time. You see, you give the impression that you're perfect, but no body's perfect. I had to find out what was wrong with you. What is your fatal flaw? I figured it out last night. You're a liar, Candy. It's not good to lie.

Candy: She pulled out a pocket knife and stared at me for a bit. Then she chuckled to herself a low, evil sound that promised pain and torture to anyone in her sight.

Joey: I killed Cronies 1 and 2 first. They were the most annoying. Number one died semi-peacefully after having her wrists slit in her sleep. Her parents probably found her around 7:15 this morning lying on bloody sheets with a rag stuffed deep into her mouth. Number 2 died the same way, but a little later.

Number 3 was a challenge. She doesn't sleep in her room, you know. She actually sleeps on her couch every night. It's quite peculiar. I didn't want her to scream through the gag because then I wouldn't be able to get to you. So, I waited in the student parking lot until she got to school. She gets there absurdly earl for tennis or something. I shoved the knife in her throat. Surprisingly, she didn't make any sound. She either was too shocked or wanted to die all along. We'll never know now. I disposed of her body by throwing it in a dumpster that was nearby and went to class after washing the blood off of my hands.

Darling, I promise that I'm not going to kill you. Don't be so tense, though. It will only hurt more if you're tense.

Candy: (Over muffled screams) She approached me quickly and flipped me over so I was on my stomach. I closed my eyes as if it would somehow protect me. She stuck the blade in my back and began to drag it around like she was writing something. I later discovered that she had carved the word "Liar" into my back in large, bloody, capital letters.

Joey: There, a constant reminder that liars get punished. Well, this was a delightful chat, and I assume you would like a phone to call your parents or maybe even the police. Here, call whomever you would like.

Candy: She handed me a small cell phone. I stared at her. Was she mad? Well, of course she was, but was she crazy enough to allow me to turn her in? Then she revealed the rest of her plan to me. She unlocked the cuffs around my wrists and took the pocket knife in her hand. With a faint, teary voice, she whispered to me.

Joey: Goodbye.

Candy: She dragged the blade over her throat and died with a sick, sad smile on her face.

That's what happened. I'm so sorry that it happened, but they're dead and there's nothing we can do about it now. We need to have our mourning period then get over it and remember that they would want to see us happy. It's time to realize that the dead are dead and will not come back ever.

(Door opens and slams shut. Everyone gasps. One lady gives a quiet scream)

No… Y-you're dead!

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