5 Minute Horror Story – Desperately Seeking Something – A Short Story From It’s Not A Normal Friday 13th 2022

“But I’m not Lucy, Lucy’s dead,” she says with a puzzled look on her face.

“Sure, she is now, but you used to be Lucy before you killed her,” he says with a confident bravado.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve never been Lucy, and I NEVER k-killed her, s-she killed h-herself.” she stammers nervously.

“Yeah, because you KILLED her, and became your sister in the process,” he says with a broad grin.

“You don’t m-make any sense, l-like none. I-If I’m Lucy, what happened to Cheryl?”

“Lucy killed her,” he quips back confidently.

“R-Right,” she says with a drawn-out sigh as she gently brushes her hair from her eyes. “Let me just repeat all this, so we can both make sure what I think you’re saying, is what you’re actually saying, okay?”

“I think we both know what I’m say, but I’ll entertain your explanation for the sake of all the bullshit we’ve already been through.”

“All the bullshit we’ve already been through? What’s that supposed up mean?”

“Come on Lucy, you know what it means! You’ve been at the centre of this since Kyle and Saffy were killed, and now questioning everything while we’re hiding out up in the hills, running from a ghost that should even exists seems kinda retarted, so stop playing and just give me your take on what the fuck I’m talking about.”

For a few moments they sit in silence before she lets out another long-winded sigh. “Okay, okay, keep your fucking shorts on, I’m not playing dumb, I’m just questioning your reasoning, for all I know you could be behind everything.” she snaps back quickly.

He lets out a stuttered laugh and closes his eyes slowly. “We both know how full of shit that comment is, so don’t even try and play the blame game, it’s only me and you now Lucy, so you can drop the act and start being honest with me before you’ve got no one left to protect you.”

“What makes you think I need you protecting me, why can’t I be the one protecting you?”

He laughs loudly again, “Because it’s not your style Lucy, you’re not the sort of person who puts themselves in danger for someone else.”

“And you are?” she asks with a cold blank look.

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

She giggles softly, “I bet you’d date yourself if you could!”

“Facts are facts, now stop avoiding the point, and tell me what you think I’m saying?” he snaps back with a nervous smile.

She sighs again and clutches herself tightly, looking down at the floor as she bites down on her bottom lip. “You think I’m actually Lucy, and I killed Cheryl, then faked my own death, only to then pose as Cheryl to, what, cover up the fact I had murdered my sister? H-How does that sound?”

“Sounds like you’ve got it in one,” he says with a nod.

“A-And what, you think someone who knows the truth is t-trying to kill us?”

“Nah, not that crazy. I think it’s Cheryl. I think she’s not really dead, she woke up somewhere hurt, and I mean really fucking hurt, probably forgot who she was for a while, but now she’s all healed up and her memories kicking back in and all she wants is that sweet tasting revenge SHIT!”


“For sure really!”

She raises an eyebrow, “Okay, I’ll entertain your idea with a question of my own. If this were true, why would Cheryl want to kill Kyle and Saffy? They were her best friends?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Maybe she was angry because they didn’t realise that you wasn’t her.”

“Or…” she says with a wayward smile. “Maybe they found out I wasn’t Cheryl and confronted me over it?”


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