"What is Going On?" by Greg Mizzelle

CW/TW: This short tale features blood and possibly a ghost

I snatched the knife out of his chest. I took a few steps back ; I realized what I had done, and I felt sick to my stomach. I could only wonder “What would his parents think? What if he has kids? Did I make a mistake?” I hesitated

I fled away from the scene since I didn’t want to draw any more attention to myself. As I walked away, I felt a sense of shame flowing through me. I made my way towards my house and every time I heard a sound, I wondered if that was the police coming to take me away in handcuffs. What would the world think of me as? A cold-blooded murderer?

Guilt and rage took over. I saw myself stabbing him and I couldn’t get the image out of my head.

26 times. His body was almost unrecognizable, the only thing you could see were the tears flowing down his blood-soaked face. His face was covered in the blood from his stomach, and he looked horrified as Ihis life drained away from him.

When I got home, I decided to pour myself a glass of cold water to steady my nerves. But when I looked over to my right, the knife was still on my kitchen counter, but the blood was still on my shirt. Or was it? What was going on?

I heard steps coming up to my door. The heavy footsteps came to a stop. Then came three knocks.

The room temperature suddenly changed, cold air rushed around me. My hands tingled, my heart raced.

I thought, he’s here... he’s come for me.

Greg Mizzelle (class of 2024) is a member of SADD, and the Bocce team.