Who Knew So Much Blood Could Come from Such a Small Body

By Troy Veenstra

Quickly Ashley turned her entire body back toward the web cam, her eyes staring deeply into the lens of the camera. Tears running freely from her eyes, she screamed for her friends help. Unable to move his fingers across the keyboard any further he froze mid-sentence, chilled to the bone with fear, unable to look away, he continued to watch, freaked out of his mind.

With a horrid flash of clump red liquid, he saw the strangers hands come down forcefully upon Ashley’s skull, burying the blade up to the hilt, just before the blood from her skull splashed onto the lens of the web cam, covering any other movement from his view, until finally the camera all together quit and went black.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Veenstra/Exploited Publishing Inc
• Release date: Aug 27, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452382791

Troy Veenstra

1974-2018 Troy Veenstra grew up in the city of Wyoming Michigan. He was born the eldest of two brothers and two sisters. In 1998 after the death of his father: who he quit school to take care of, he went to live with his maternal grandparents, living with them until they passed away one after the other in 1999. In 2000, his mentor, John Collins, owner of Weird Review Magazine, felt that Troy had much more potential than he realized, assisted him in getting back to school, where he obtained his High School degree six months later. Throughout 2001-2003 Troy attended Grand Rapids Community College majoring in English & Criminology studies. Later in 2004, he transferred to Davenport University studying in the area of Law, making the Dean's List in both summer and winter semesters for 2004, 2005, and 2006. Troy also received several competitive scholarship awards from various foundations, twice obtaining an award from the Grand Rapids Foundation. In late 2004, he became a member of the Kent County CASA program (Court Appointed Special Advocate for Abused and Neglected Children) and served as a child advocate until health issues prevented him from doing so in late 2008. Currently Troy has six novels accredited to his name as well as over 150 other titles in two pen names, ranging in genres such as True Crime, Legal Reference, Drama, Historical Fiction, Legal Fiction, Christian Fiction, satire, comedy, Children Fiction and women's romance/lit. Troy has won 2nd place in the 2013 Best Author Award from Fiction4all.com Troy's Links: [e-mail] http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/troy-veenstra.html https://www.smashwords.com/interview/TVeenstra http://www.linkedin.com/pub/troy-veenstra/36/910/470 http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?authorid=179079 https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4205489.Troy_Veenstra?from_search=true http://www.xinxii.com/adocs.php/en?aid=42296 https://www.facebook.com/Authortroyveenstra?ref=hl

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Who Knew So Much

Blood Could Come From Such a Small Body

Troy Veenstra

© 2010 by Troy Veenstra

All rights reserved.

Warning: This book is in the genre of Extreme Horror and contains material of a graphic and sexual nature, reader digression is advised.

1

The screen was a pale blue color as she sat down in her padded chair and pressed the power button with her finely manicured fingers. Turning on the computer, she roughly stroked her bright pink fingernails over the top of the desk, tapping with the beat that echoed through her head as she took a large chug of Coke-Cola from her cup before putting in her favorite Britney Spears album into her computer.

Slowly the computer loaded up as the screen came on with a bright neon pink background that showed two little white bunnies that would leapfrog over each other as they made their way across the other side of the computer screen, only to find themselves back on the other side of the screen.

Placing her hand onto her mouse; designed to look just like a real pink mouse her finger slowly clicked on the America Online icon. Sipping of her cola, she watched as her computer connected to the internet, her computer screen bursting to life with various windows of credit card offers, and online loan applications.

Hearing her favorite song she turned up the small speakers to her computer and began singing (as best she could) the lyrics to hit me baby one more time, The deep chipper voice of the AOL mail service, breaking through the music, to tell her that she had mail.

Smiling with delight, she clicked onto the little open mailbox icon. Watching the various messages that she had as they loaded up onto her screen, she slowly scanned through them. Only to turn face in disgust when she realized that most of them were from people that she claimed to be friends with, but had only said that she was their friend so that she could claim that she was more popular than the week before.

To her, popularity was an ever-growing event and those that failed to grow more popular were not worth a second glance at life, something that she had learned at the last Paris Hilton Convention.

Clicking on one of the letters, she waited once more as the computer loaded up the message, again taking a little sip of her Cola and allowing the liquid to roll over her lips before sipping it all the way into her mouth. Reading the message, she rolled her eyes, Oh, man doesn’t she realize yet that she’ll never have a true social life?

Ashley mumbled bitterly under her breath as she continued to scan through the letter before becoming very disgusted with it and the girl that wrote it to her.

Quickly she shot back a reply, not caring for this girl anymore, she told her how the real world worked and how (at least to Ashley) she had no reason to live her life anymore. Instead, Ashley recommended to the girl that men like young, skinny girls, and that she should go find a tall building, do society a favor, and end her useless and pathetic life.

In a final passing word to the poor girl, she added the remark reminding the girl to cut down not across, in reference to the slashing of one’s own wrists. Finding the icon with her typical goofy yellow face smile with its tongue hanging off to one side, she sent the letter off, before deleting the rest of her e-mails and banning the girl from ever wasting her precious time by contacting her again.

Moving her mouse over her computer screen, she clicked it onto her favorite’s list. Scrolling down with her cursor, she moved the pointer over the chat room that she and her true friends from high school had created a few years back.

Clicking onto the chat room she waited as the screen went dark, the little blue bar at the bottom of her screen slowly filling up, telling her that it was connecting to the site.

Finishing the last bit of her Cola, she licked her tongue across the rim of the glass. Licking the slight remains of the cola from her lips, a smile rolled across her face, as her computer connected with the chat room.

Rolling her cursor over to the chat room window, Ashley signed on with her chat name, ‘PrepBych,’ before she started to talk to the only other person currently in the room. Oh, it’s Timmy boy, she thought to herself as she began to type away.

PrepBych: Hey, there Dude, what is going down with you tonight baby?

Dude4U: Oh hey Ash, not much going on really . . . Board as usual, how’s about you my sweet angelical angel?

PrepBych: Oh man same here . . . my lazy ass brother calls me from home and starts complaining to me that he can’t seem to get any ass with the chicks at school like he could last year when I was there. So I had to be honest with him and tell him that the only reason he got so much ass last year was because I was there and every girl wanted to be popular and knew who the Queen Bytch was at school (me of course).

PrepBych: Then to make matters worse, when I got online to check my mail, this stupid fat bitch wrote to me about how her life sucks, how she’s thinking of ending her pathetic life because she has no one to talk to, GOD . . . DO I LOOK ANYTHING LIKE THAT DEAR ABBY LADY?

Dude4U: LMAO, man I’m SO sorry for you Ash, it must be hard to have so many people that want to be you, because you’re such a great person and everything! ~wink, wink~

PrepBych: OH WOW Thanks dude, that so sweet of you to say ~grins~

Dude4U: Anything for my girl, with such a hot ass ~grins~

PrepBych: You should know after all ~grins~ . . . ah such sweet memories, you know it’s not like you live that far away, you could always come over, and check out my ass again if you wanted to.

Dude4U: The thought has crossed my mind but I don’t know your college schedule anymore.

PrepBych: Well then I will have to e-mail it to you sometime tonight ~grins~ . . . so anyway have you heard from the others lately, I admit I haven’t been on for a few weeks because of midterms but I thought it would be a lot more crowded in here than just the two of us . . . Not that I’m complaining.

Dude4U: Actually . . . Now that you mention it, there were a few of the regulars here just a few minutes before you came on but they left when everyone in the room received this unusual e-mail, it kind of got everyone freaked out a little so they decide to go do something else for a while, although some of them said they would be back later on.

PrepBych: Really, that’s kind of odd.

Dude4U: Yeah, in fact, I was just about to leave too, but then I saw you come into the room. You should see this, it’s not much but it’s kind of freaky. It almost reminds me of that movie scream only that this is REALLY scary instead of being funny like that movie Scream was.

PrepBych: Well send it over then Dude, I’ll take a look at it, not much can freak me out. To be honest I thought that the movie The Grudge and The Ring were sleepers myself, I can’t help but to wonder what people seem to think Scary is these days.

Dude4U: LOL, same here, anyway I’m sending it to you now. I have to warn you though that the woman in the clip seems really familiar to me, but I can’t tell who she is because her face is blurred out.

PrepBych: All right, all right, just send it over so I can see it.

Dude4U: All right, here you go . . . I just sent it to you.

PrepBych: Brb

Dude4U: K

Opening her mail, she clicked on the download key to the attachment and waited once more as the attachment fully loaded itself on her computer. Waiting impatiently Ashley began to hum along with Britney Spears again, this time rolling the tips of her fingers across the table as she swayed her shoulders back and forth, oops I did it again . . . I played with your heart . . . Got lost in the game. Ashley softly sang to herself.

Widening her eyes to the screen in front of her she stopped singing as her eyes fixated on the computer screen, her jaw slowly dropping open. In front of her on the computer was a still frame image of her sitting in front of her computer dressed in the bra and panties that she had slept in the night before.

Her face was blurred out but she knew that the image of the person she saw in front of her was indeed her, for she knew that no one but her could fill that bra and panties out as good as her body could. Staring at herself, she became half heartedly amused that some deranged geek had hacked into her web cam. Looking to the bottom of the picture, she noticed a little imprint written in an unusual red font that read, If you dare, click here

Smirking slightly she scoffed at the dare, Oh please, if I dare, well I dare, I so, so dare. She said as she moved the cursor over the button, staring at it, she could feel the heat of anger growing deep within her as she began to see images of the little four eyed pimple faced pervert that had seen her most private of areas.

Trying as best she could to remember the night before, recounting her movements, wondering if she had unknowingly exposed the most private parts of her beautiful tight and sharply cured body to millions of horny geeks and four eyed freaks across the web and not getting a single penny for her it enticed her even more.

Taking a deep breath, Ashley placed her fingers back on her mouse, clicking the left key on the imprint. The image suddenly left the screen with a popping sound, leaving in its place a dark screen that let her know that her computer was once again loading more images for her viewing pleasure.

Scrolling the tips of her fingernails impatiently across the keys of the keyboard, she waited, hearing the hard drive of her computer processing the information. Her eyes glared at the blue bar at the bottom of her screen, as it slowly rose in number, her anger growing with each passing second as she imaged all the stuff she could have used that money on.

When the bar finally reached the 100% mark, it began to play the images to her. It was then she saw herself dressed in the clothing she wore the night before.

Watching closely as she typed away in front of her computer. The camera angle moving slowly across her, her eyes focused on the computer screen as she responded to whomever it was she was talking to at that moment.

Following her eye movements on the computer screen she stopped, it was then that she saw something in the dim lit shadows behind her. Squinting, she saw a shadow; the almost faint outline of a man standing in the corner of her bedroom, near the head of her bed.

At first glance, she thought she was seeing things; that her eyes were just playing tricks on her, but as she continued to stare deeply at the screen, her fears became reality as the shadowed image moved a few feet closer toward her. Her back still facing the unknown visage as the dark image sat down on the side of her bed. It was here that she knew the image to be true and not an illusion of her mind.

Moving her head closer to her computer screen, she continued to watch the image more intensely, ignoring whatever it was that she continued to do on the computer. Watching the shadowed outline of the shadow sitting on her bed, their moving oddly seductively over her silk bedspread, ruffling the covers between their fingers, Ashley began to feel a sickening feeling growing in the pit of her stomach as it quickly began to tighten, her heart pounding in trepidation.

Suddenly she froze. Her eyes widening as a cold chill burst through her entire body down to her bones. It was then that she suddenly came to the realization that this unknown being, this person, this pervert, may still be there with her, watching her even now from somewhere inside her own apartment.

Ashley’s breathing became heavy as beads of sweat began to glisten from the top of her lip. She could feel the sudden explosion of goose bumps spreading all over her body. Slowly she placed the palm of her hands against the edge of her computer desk. Taking a deep breath, she tried to find the courage from somewhere deep insider her to move, holding the breath in her lungs she pressed the heels of her feet firmly against the plush shag carpeting.

Pushing on the edge of the table with her palms, the chair quickly swiveled around toward the foot of her bed. Springing up from her chair like a bullet being shot from a revolver, she stretched out her arms, her hands turning into fists as she cautiously walked around the room looking at everything around her as if all that she owned had betrayed her by allowing this unknown person into the safety of her home.

Running from her bedroom, she started to search her entire apartment, stopping first to the kitchen to grab the biggest and largest knife in her silverware drawer, before checking any of the other rooms.

Walking heal-to-toe from the kitchen, she moved as stealthily as she could. Scanning the hallway that lead from the kitchen to her living room, she listened carefully to any unusual sounds that she had never noticed before.

Stepping into the living room, she could feel the cool fibers of the carpet crushing between the inner sides of her toes as she continued to walk heal-to-toe. Jumping quickly from side-to-side, prepared for any would be attacker as she held the blade of the knife out away from her, holding it high above her head, ready to strike down the intruder, the pervert, at first sight. Looking behind her couch, her side tables and white wicker chairs, she realized that her living room was, at least for the moment, free from harm.

Slowly she walked back into the hallway. This time headed for the bathroom. Upon approaching, she saw that the shower curtain appeared halfway open. It’s enough room to hide there, she thought to herself. Suddenly feeling the pounding of her heart in her chest,

Ashley wondered if she had shut the shower curtain earlier that morning when she had gotten up to take a shower.

Reluctantly, she walked on the tips of her toes into the room as she held the knife high above her head. The palms of her hands began to sweat as she moved closer and closer to the shower curtain.

Feeling the handle of the knife slipping from her grasp, she tightened her grip. Preparing herself for what might be to come she took another deep breath and held in her lungs before moving like a ninja with lightning reflexes, slashing through the shower curtain with all her might.

Finding nothing but empty space, she quickly lost her footing on the slick tile flooring as she slashed through the air, falling head first into the bathtub almost impaling one of her breast on the blade. Discovery herself looking up into the small crevices of holes in the tiles of the ceiling, she quickly concluded that her bathroom was also secure from any would be harm, for the pervert was not there either.

Carefully Ashley checked the last room of her small apartment; only to find that it too was clear from any would be intruder. Suddenly her mind fired up with fear again, remembering a movie that she had seen recently which immediately forced her to run up to the front door to her apartment.

Running the tips of her fingers quickly over the locks, she found that all the locks were still securely fastened to the door, protecting her fragile yet beautiful body from any outside intrusion. Sighing slightly, she began to breathe a bit easier until her mind suddenly ran to an old college legend that she had heard from a girl on campus about two young female students that lived together in the same room.

She remembered that one of the students had left one night on a date, and that the other had stayed in to watch a movie, only to fall asleep on the couch later that night. Ashley remembered that in the story there was some sort of eerie scratching on the other side of the apartment door that woke the girl on the couch.

The girl; however, too afraid to get up and see whom it was, stayed scrunched up on the couch, holding her blanket up to her neck as if it would protect her from the harm that lay just outside her apartment door.

As hours went by the young girl, fell asleep, only to be woken this time by the rays of sunlight that slipped through the cracks of the living room window blinds.

Waking up, the young girl thought that the whole thing was just a horrid dream. A figment of her own overly creative imagination; however, it wasn’t until she opened the door to her apartment and looked down for the morning paper that she realized that the noise she heard the night before, the scratching just outside the door was her roommate.

Laying there next to her feet, her roommate’s body lay in a pool of her own blood; her throat slashed from ear to ear, her fingers clawed down to the bone, the nails of her fingers sticking into the woodwork of the door.

The sounds that she had heard that woke her up just hours ago in the early morning, was that of her friend crying for her help, help which never came. Instead, however, she lay their dying only inches from the one person that she thought would be there to help her, the one and only person that could have saved her from her premature death.

Remembering this, Ashley placed the palm of her hands flat against the top of the door; aiming her eye with the peephole, she slowly moved her head closer and closer to the hole. Just before reaching the peephole, she closed her eyes, too afraid to see what lay just beyond the inch of wood that separated her from the common hallway.

Taking a deep breath, she found the courage to look, only to see the door to the apartment across the hallway looking back at her.

Sighing once more, she placed her forehead against the door, taking a deep breath; she held it in her lungs before slowly releasing it.

Narrowing her eyes, Ashley began to laugh as evil images of her long time, on-again-off-again friend with benefits, had somehow managed to play a huge joke on her.

Walking back into her kitchen, she placed the knife back into her silverware drawer, while at the same time; she reached into her cabinet for a glass cup. Running the faucet, she placed the cup under the running water, allowing it to flow over the edges of the glass and over her fingertips before gulping down the entire glass with a few swallows.

Feeling a bit refreshed Ashley returned to her room only to sit back down into her chair. Once again she placed her hand on top of her mouse as she ran the fingers of her other hand across the back of the keyboard. Moving her mouse quickly from left to right to get the screen saver off the monitor, she waited for her computer to bring her back into the chat room.

All the while, she tried to think of something intelligent, yet utterly demeaning to say to Tim, but then, as she stared at the screen, she saw a message from him written repeatedly, in big bold letters.

Dude4U: Ash, are you there? R u back yet?

PrepBych: Yeah I’m here, Ha, Ha, very funny ass whole -.- (Angry face)

Dude4U: I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about baby, but I just got another one of those messages, and this one is addressed for you only . . . I sent it to you already so you should have it.

PrepBych: All right, I got it.

Dude4U: Great, let me know what going on ok?

PrepBych: K . . . But this better not be a joke . . . I am warning you in advance pal! I will cut you off from ever getting any loving from me again!

Ashley fell back into her office chair, once again watching the black screen of her computer as the blue bar at the bottom of the screen slowly grew in size, downloading the video clip. Again, to her great dismay she was caught off guard as the video clip began to play by itself.

Watching with intensity she froze once more as there in front of her, she saw herself running around her bedroom once again, her face still blurred out. Wearing the same bra and panties, she currently had on. Her arms held high in the air with her hands clenching into fists. No . . . no fargin way! she said under her breath as she continued to watch the scene in front of her unfold.

Watching in total fear, unable to take her eyes off the screen she continued to watch with apprehension, watching herself as she began to throw her belongings across the bedroom, until finally she opened her bedroom door and ran off toward her kitchen.

For a few moments, she saw nothing, but then, she saw the image of her bed violently bounce up off the floor. At first, she believed it to be a lapse in the download or some sort of odd pixilation in the video stream, but as she continued to watch, her fears became answered as she saw her bed bounce once again off the floor, as if something was moving it from underneath.

Feeling a sudden chill rolling from her shoulders and down across the spine of her back, the little prickly feeling of fear quickly spread across her entire body, chilling her to the bone one more. Watching intensely on the screen, she saw what appeared to bean arm emerge from beneath her bed, reaching up over the edge, until finally the entire shadowed outline of what appeared to be a person stood in front of her computer. The video clip coming to the end of its cycle just as the shadowed outline of a man slipped away from the cameras view, the image fading out to a black screen.

Finding it hard to move her body, Ashley could feel the cool chills of fear overtake her, consuming every fiber of her being. Trying to find the courage to move or to take even a simple breath, she forced herself to breathe deep only to hold it in her chest as she turned her head, slowly scanning the entire span of her bedroom, yet finding nothing out of sorts. Moving her fingers back to the computer’s keyboard, she frantically wrote a quick message to Dude4U, who she hoped was still in the chat room waiting for her to reply.

PrepBych: Timmy, Please turn on your web cam, I need to look around my bedroom and I want someone with me!

Dude4U: Ok, it is on; it is on, what is going on? R U ok? If there is something, a matter I think you should call the police or something they’d be able to do something or get there faster than I could! I am a little wasted at moment if you know what I mean 420.

PrepBych: I will, I will, I just want to make sure my bedrooms ok first.

As his web cam came on, a small window appeared in the upper right-hand corner of his computer screen. He could see Ashley on the screen, as she held the camera up to her face, the camera twitching nervously in her hands. He could see that her eyes were flowing with tears as they rolled quickly from the sides of her cheeks and down along the contour of her neck.

Continuing to watch on his screen, Ashley moved the camera away from her face and out across her bedroom. Holding the camera in her hands, she bent down towards the foot of her bed. Her trembling hands touching the sides of her bedspread as she slowly pulled it up.

Quickly Timmy jerked his head away from his screen as Ashley slammed the camera under her bed. Looking back to his screen, he waited as the auto focus kicked in, only then did he see the small, yet utterly cute white pair of thong panties with the word Princess written in a cursive pink font.

Slowly smiling he began remembering a time not too long ago when he saw her slowly remove that same pair of panties down her long slender thighs, revealing her heavenly cream pie to his eyes. Aside from that cute pair of panties, however,