This is my sixteenth contribution to:
The 750 Word Project 2024
"What the actual fuck were you thinking, girl?" Elena said it out loud, and wondered if her new friends could hear her.
It had been a dare. A drunken sorority dare. Let's get the little Cuban girl to do something stupid. She was new, trying to fit in, an obvious target.
Elena wasn't going to let them win. She could be just as stupid as any stuck up white bitch, more so. Fuck them and their ghost stories and girly squeals. She was better than that. She'd seen things that they'd never even heard of in their high-walled mansions.
The heavy front door swung shut. It was probably just how it was hung. And then the bolt locked itself. Elena was still working on an explanation for that one. She was alone inside the abandoned house. The one with an Amityville vibe.
It was late Summer and mid-seventies, even after midnight. Elena was dressed for it. Inside, it was cold. Short denim shorts and a pink bikini top felt hopelessly inadequate. She had goosebumps. Her nipples were iron towers and the material of her O'Neill's was chaffing them.
Elena tried the door. Then she turned and peered into the cobweb-strewn room. She'd heard something. Perhaps seen something. A movement? Maybe it was the moonlight. Another noise. Unmistakable. A voice moaning a single word, again and again. "El-le-na..."
She shivered. But some douche wasn't gonna scare her. She moved forwards. "Hello. Who's there? Come out wherever you are, assholes!"
Silence.
It happened quickly. Strong hands gripped her arms hard from behind. A masked figure rushed from in front. Elena was thrown to the floor. The first assailant pinned her down. Looking up, he too was masked. She struggled.
"Hey, guys. You had your fun. Scared the new girl. Now get the fuck off."
Her protestations were met with laughter. The second guy spoke. "You aren't going anywhere. Not until we are finished with you anyway."
