Creepy Teacher: A Psychological Thriller by Malone Mackie

Author:Malone, Mackie [Malone, Mackie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Tags: Thriller, Fiction
Publisher: Landon Skyward Enterprises, Inc.
Published: 2014-10-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Casey Crawford arrived late with the sound system, so at 7:15 on Saturday evening Eric called Bailey with an apology and asked if she could drive herself to the barn.

Of course she could, she had answered.

She was brave and courageous, wasn’t she?

Yeah, right!

All day, she had felt physically drained, waiting around in anticipation of tonight. Eric’s picking her up and escorting her to the party had been her only solace. Now, the thought of having to walk into the party alone spiked her anxiety to a level that was almost debilitating. It was ridiculous and absurd, she knew.

Driving to the farm, she felt jittery.

Parking her car, she felt short of breath.

Walking to the barn, she felt she could puke.

It wasn’t until she stepped into the barn and saw Eric Cady, Brad Townsend, and Casey Crawford still working like a road crew, setting up speakers amongst bales of stacked and pre-arranged hay, that a sense of relief overwhelmed her.

No one’s here yet, she thought. I can handle this.

Eric helped her relax even more. He noticed her come in, set down a coiled power cord, and hollered something to Casey.

The volume in the barn came down a tad as Eric, smiling, made his way toward her standing in the barn’s entrance.

She thought he looked more handsome than ever, for some reason, at that moment.

“You look fantastic in blue,” he said.

“Thanks,” Bailey said, beaming. Partly, she beamed because Eric was smiling so brightly at her, and partly, she beamed because Jany had been right about the shirt. Jany had a knack for all things social, a knack which Bailey herself sorely lacked.

She slipped her hands into her back pockets so they might stop shaking.

Eric seemed fidgety, too, Bailey decided. But he was probably only nervous about getting everything working by 8:00 p.m., when the first Freddy flick was supposed to begin.

“I could use some help running power cords,” he said, “if you’re up for that kind of fun.”

“I can help,” she said.

She felt relieved to help, actually.

When she followed Eric over, both Brad and Casey greeted her warmly, but without stopping their work.

Eric handed her one end of an orange power cord.

“Drag this to that outlet there on the wall,” he said, pointing.

She backed toward it, uncoiling the cord as she went.

He took the opposite end to a big black box that sat on the wooden floor. The floor was dusty from the hay. The hay-smell in the barn was very pungent, but it was a euphoric smell, and Bailey like it.

Once she’d plugged in her end of the cord, she walked back across the dusty wooden barn-board floor to Eric, who plugged the female end into a black cord jutting off the back of the box. Then he flipped a switch, that lighted red, powering the unit on.

“What is that thing?” Bailey asked him.

“A subwoofer,” he said. “All the low-end comes through these, like the sound when Freddy’s right behind you. There’s another sub over there.”

One black subwoofer sat on the floor on each side of the barn.

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