Wipe Head – Chapter 2: Graduation Plans
The cafeteria buzzed with post-graduation chatter, voices overlapping in excited bursts that echoed against the high ceiling. Sunlight poured through tall glass windows, spilling across polished floors and long tables, making the room feel warmer than usual. Students laughed, hugged, and talked loudly about the future, some already dressed like the night was one big celebration waiting to happen. After years of lectures, exams, stress, and sleepless nights, freedom finally felt real.
At a corner table near the windows, six friends sat together, separated from the rest of the crowd yet fully part of the energy. Empty plates, coffee cups, and scattered bags covered their table — signs of comfort built over ten long years of shared struggles. This was their last moment together as students, and none of them wanted it to end too quickly.
Sam Robertson leaned back in his chair, balancing it slightly as he stretched his arms behind his head. A wide grin spread across his face, filled with relief more than anything else.
"Ten years of torture," he said, laughing, "and we actually made it to the finish line. Can you believe it?"
Hana Johnson sat beside him, her posture relaxed but her expression thoughtful. She smiled softly and rested her hand lightly on Sam's, grounding herself in the moment.
"It still feels unreal," she said. "Like we're going to wake up tomorrow and realize there's another exam waiting for us."
Across from them, Michelle Churches, broad-shouldered and calm, leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed. He let out a short breath and nodded.
"We survived," he said in his deep, steady voice. "All the pressure, all the deadlines. Somehow, we survived." A small smile appeared. "That alone deserves something big."
Laura Adams twirled a pen between her fingers, the clicking sound barely noticeable under the noise around them. She leaned forward, eyes bright with excitement.
"Then let's celebrate properly," she said. "Not just food or a party. I mean a real trip. Somewhere unforgettable."
Marty Robbins smirked, lifting his coffee cup before taking a slow sip.
"Somewhere fun," he said, "or somewhere we can actually relax without losing our minds?"
Luna Belle, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke. Her voice carried a dreamy softness, as if her mind was already far away.
"Guys… snowy mountains." She smiled faintly. "Imagine waking up to white peaks, clean air, skiing all day. Hot cocoa by the fire, cozy cabins, silence. A complete escape."
Sam raised an eyebrow, interest creeping into his face.
"Switzerland?"
"Exactly!" Luna's eyes lit up. "A cabin in the Alps. Snow under our boots, freezing air filling our lungs. A proper adventure. I've dreamed about it forever."
Hana clapped her hands together.
"Count me in," she said quickly. "After all this stress, we deserve something different."
Michelle nodded.
"Snow, mountains, no responsibilities," he said. "Yeah. That sounds perfect."
Laura smiled.
"Same here. I want to see the Alps at least once before life traps us with jobs and bills."
Marty leaned back, folding his arms behind his head.
"Alright," he said with a grin. "Someone else plans it. I'll just show up."
Sam laughed.
"We'll figure it out. But yeah… ten years gone just like that. We earned this."
The group spent the next hour reminiscing. Stories poured out — late-night study sessions fueled by instant noodles, dumb pranks that almost got them suspended, embarrassing moments that still made them cringe. Laughter filled the space between them, but underneath it was something else: nostalgia, and a quiet fear of what came next.
Marty leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.
"Just picture it," he said. "Mountains everywhere. Snow falling. No noise. Just us."
Luna's voice softened.
"Peace," she said. "Freedom. No city chaos. I can almost hear the snow crunching under our boots."
Hana looked at Sam and smiled.
"We really need this," she said. "Graduation feels like the perfect excuse to disappear for a while."
Michelle glanced out the window, watching people walk below.
"There's something different about mountains," he said. "All that snow… untouched. Feels like another world."
Laura nodded.
"A place to breathe," she added. "To reset."
They laughed again, discussing travel dates, cabins, skiing lessons, and who would definitely fall on their first day. For a few minutes, nothing else existed — only friendship, warmth, and the promise of adventure.
But far away from their laughter, darkness rested quietly in the snow.
In towns near the mountains, whispers traveled faster than the wind. Parents warned children never to step outside after six in the evening. Streets emptied as the sun dipped behind the peaks. Doors were locked early, and lights were turned low.
They spoke of a man.
A figure so feared that even his name was avoided.
Luna tilted her head slightly, her expression changing.
"Have you guys heard the stories?" she asked quietly. "About the mountains… the killer?"
Michelle frowned.
"Killer?" he asked. "What do you mean?"
"They don't know who he is," Luna whispered. "They call him Wipe Head. People don't leave their homes after six. They say no one survives a night near him."
The table went silent.
Sam's grin disappeared as a chill ran down his spine.
Hana tightened her grip on his hand.
"You're serious?" she asked.
Luna nodded.
"Ten years ago, something happened. An accident. A boy. It changed everything." Her voice dropped. "Now… he's not human anymore. People are terrified of him."
Marty forced a laugh.
"Sounds like an urban legend."
But Laura didn't smile.
"Even if it is," she said, "it's close to where we're going. We should be careful."
The excitement drained from the table. Even under bright lights, unease crept in.
Luna looked out the window, sunlight reflecting in her eyes.
"We'll still go," she said. "But we listen to the locals. We stay alert. No stupid risks."
And far away, deep within the frozen mountains, William waited.
Ten years had passed since the accident that burned his childhood, twisted his mind, and erased the boy he once was. The child who celebrated birthdays with balloons and biscuits was gone.
Now, he was a legend.
A serial killer whispered about in fear. A nightmare that kept entire towns locked inside after six p.m.
As the friends left the cafeteria, laughter still clinging weakly to their voices, none of them realized the darkness was real. The mountains held a secret.
And William — Wipe Head — was waiting.
The shadow of his mask, the cold glint of his long knife, and the towering figure no one dared confront stalked the snow in silence.
The legend of Wipe Head had returned.
And for Sam, Hana, Michelle, Laura, Marty, and Luna…
the echo of that name would change everything..