Today was the infamous *April Fool's Day*, and I decided to pull a little gag on the interns. Nothing too extreme or obnoxious, just some dumb office humor.
It definitely wasn't original either– just a simple mind game, like you'd pull in middle school. I'd stare at them with a judgemental expression, and tell them I 'knew what they did'.
This typically earned some confused looks or the occasional nervous shift– most likely the product of a simple work-related error they were hoping no one would notice.
The ruse ended with my pursed lips parting in a mischievous grin, followed by me bursting out laughing, pointing out the hilarious look on their face.
They'd typically return the favor with a look of relief, or annoyance, before following suit in the laughter.
When I pulled this trick on Richard, however, the result was a bit unexpected. He stared blankly at me, head tilted slightly, sending a chill down my spine.
"What do you think?" he asked flatly.
This caught me off guard and confused me. I broke the act first, smiling nervously. His appearance immediately changed as he chuckled, amused, before turning back to his desk.
I grinned the whole way back to my desk, realizing that *I'd* just been played. Oh well.
As evening rolled around and it was time to head home, I entered the parking garage, heading towards my grey sedan.
I unlocked it and entered the driver's side, only for rain to start drizzling outside.
Annoyed, I ran inside to grab the spare umbrella from my desk, before darting back towards the car and buckling in.
Just as I leaned over and started the engine, the prick of serrated metal pressed against the crook of my neck. I froze.
A calm voice whispered a string of directions into my ear, and I slowly pulled out of the lot, too terrified to make a sound.
After what felt like hours of driving, the car was in the clearing of dense woodland.
My body trembled as I awkwardly unbuckled my seatbelt and stumbled out of the car.
My first immediate thought was to make a mad dash out of there, into the bushes if need be, but I knew it would be futile. I turned around to face Richard, who stared at me contemplatively.
He spun me around and pointed the knife towards the arch of my back, guiding me to a section of the clearing to the right.
He nodded towards the bushes and I peeked over, morbidly curious. I wish I hadn't.
The first thing my brain processed was the smell– the God awful stench of copper and decay. Next was the sight.
Entangled in thorns and vines was the corpse of a toddler, clothing tattered; cuts marring the abdomen and left cheek, and knees scraped raw.
Dried blood left rivulets running from the bashed temple.
Richard's voice sounded far away when he finally spoke.
"You never answered my question.
What do you think?"