OK everyone! It's the weekend, and you know what that means! Yup! It's time for the group story! In the spirit of Halloween, we're going to do a scary story.
The Rules
As always, please keep any bad language to a minimum (as you remember, there are kids who read this particular post). And don't forget to pick up the story where the last person left off. If you accidentally post at the same time someone else did, whoever gets published first is the one who has continued the story. So, if you end up publishing at the same time and you've come in second, take the challenge and re-write (it doesn't happen often).
Townies
The van pulled up to the curb and 5 people spilled out. They were young and exuberant, laughing at something (perhaps a joke). The driver was still jangling his keys as they looked about.
"What a quaint old town!" said a girl in the group. She was petite and pretty; a redhead with a generous sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
There weren't many people on the street, but it was still early in the evening and the streetlights had just turned on. As an elderly person scuttled by them, he scowled. "Hey, excuse me!" shouted the girl. "Can you help us?"
The man halted reluctantly, and turned to them.
"Um, can you tell us where there's a good diner here?" asked the girl.
"Nope. And if you know what's good for you, you'll get out of this place," he hissed as he turned to go.
"Whoa there, fella!" said the driver, grabbing him by his arm. "Oh Steve, let him go," sighed the redhead.
"No, Tracy," said Steve stubbornly. "Stay out of this. Look, old man... I don't know where you learned your manners, but that's no way to speak to a lady." The man angrily shook off Steve's hand and said "Lady? Looks like a two-bit tramp to me!"
Tracy's jaw dropped. Behind her, her companions tried to stifle their giggles. "How'd he figure that out so fast?" whispered one of them. Tracy whirled on her. "Shut it, Lisa!" she snapped.
What happened next came incredibly fast. Steve grabbed for the man again, who suddenly seemed to grow in stature. The man also reached for Steve, and pulled him in towards himself. His mouth opened wide showing not one, but two jagged rows of sharp teeth. As he spun Steve around, he simultaneously put him in a headlock and began to tear into his throat. Steve screamed in inhuman agony.
At first the group stood there in shock. Then Tracy started toward Steve. One of the men behind her grabbed her and yanked her back. "No, Tracy," he shouted. "It's too late! Let's get outta here!"
Tracy looked, and realized he was right. Steve was obviously beyond help. "Omigodomigod!" she sobbed in fright.
"Get back in the van!" another man yelled.
"Wait a minute!" yelled Lisa. "Steve has the car keys!"
"Get in the van anyway," Tracy screeched, panicked. "We can lock the doors!" They scrambled into the van, falling over each other in their attempt to get in and get the doors closed.
Once they were inside, and the doors were locked, one of the men said "Look, everyone. Listen to me! That is some freaky sh*t that just happened. We're obviously either in some nightmare, or in the middle of a real-life horror movie. We need to be prepared for whatever it is. If life imitates art, then there are some rules that all horror movies follow. First..."
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Steve's body will not be found, not for a long time, if ever. The police will come by eventually, and seriously doubt their story. The four remaining will begin an investigation. They will discover that the town...
is not on the map!
They ran across the street to a boarded up Dairy Queen.
John tore off the boards and they huddled inside.
Tracy peered outside and saw Steve walking towards them.
"Oh, my God!!!!!" she screamed.
"Look at his eyes! They look just like the old mans!" Tracy yelled in pure panic. "We need to do something RIGHT NOW...but what?"
"...um, what were the rules again...?" asked Lisa weakly. "I think we might need to know."
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"Here's one for you," said John. "When in doubt, drive a stake through it's heart. Even if it doesn't kill the thing, it'll slow it down! Find something! Get moving!"
Everyone scrambled around, desperately looking about for anything they could use.
"Thank god we're in a Dairy Queen!" said Lisa dryly. "If no one can find anything, we can always hope that he's diabetic."
"Chopsticks, I found chopsticks," croaked Lisa.
"Right Lisa, we'll make him into chop suey." Tracy said with sarcasim.
All of a sudden, a police car with flashing blue lights turned the corner and was heading straight toward the Dairy Queen.
Tracy ran to the door, happy to see the police car. But something strange was happening. The police car wasn't stopping. She caught a quick glimps at the driver and panicked.
"Move it!" she shouted to the others, almost falling down. "The old man is driving the car! God help us, we are all going to die!
John reached out to catch her, but before he made contact, the car slammed into the Diary Queen.
Tracy was hit by the car, but she was not killed. Her leg was badly damaged. Lisa and John rushed over to help her. The old man got out of the car and began chasing after them.
John picked Tracy up and ran away. Lisa was running too, but her leg got caught, and she couldn't pull it out.
John didn't notice that Lisa was stuck until he heard her cries for help. He looked back just as the old man...
Came running wildly down the street with an unusual cane, with the shape of a boar's head at its base. What made this scene appear even more surreal was that John found a large illuminated pumpkin in the middle of the street and ...
When he got close to it, the pumpkin started shivering and shaking, and exploded in a puff of smoke. When the smoke settled, Steve was standing in his path.
Steve eyes were blood red, his hands had grown a couple of inches, and he was taller then he was before he had been attacked by the old man. When he opened his mouth, exposing a double set of very sharp teeth, John ...
but it felt hopeless. Right there and then he realized another cardinal rule of horror: in the end, only the virgins survive. John realized the odds were stacked against him as he ran as fast as he could until he suddenly tripped and stumbled upon...
the chop sticks Lisa discarded. Then he remembered . . . "When in doubt, drive a stake through it's heart. Even if it doesn't kill the thing, it'll slow it down!" Hesitantly he picked up the chopsticks and turned to the charging demon and in one brave moment he . . .
Lunged forward, chopsticks in hand ready to go straight into Steve's heart. It seems to all be happening in slow motion.
The chopsticks sank into Steve's heart.
Steve stopped and looked down at the thin pieces of wood that were now protruding from the center of his chest. He looked up at John and started to laugh - a horrible, sinister laugh.
But then the laugh stopped - and with a look of surprise, the thing that had been Steve dropped to the ground, motionless.
John looked around wildly. "Quick! are there any more chopsticks?!"
As he asked, Steve started to stir. Steve pulled the chopsticks out of his body and handed threw them at John while he was still on the ground. Strangely, John noticed there was no blood on them. Steve was getting up on his feet.
John quickly noticed something that resembled a third leg. "No time to study the extra appendage", John thought, "I gotta get out of here."
John threw the chopsticks to the ground and ran back to the Dairy Queen. But, there was no one there anymore. He frantically looked around and saw bread crumbs leading out the back door. He followed the trail and found...
Yan of Yan Can Cook! Suprised, Yan said, "how you find Yan?" John stammered, I followed the bread crumbs. Ready to explode, Yan bellows,"NO, NO, NO! How many time Yan must tell you, NO BREAD CRUMBS, Panko breading! Yan must hurry with curry now. Must get home before dark!" John was so desparate from fear and confusion he . . .
that the crumbs lead to an old outhouse. He slowly opened the door to the privy, and out jumped an old hag with red hair. She said in her old-hag voice, "The rules! The rules! You must remember the rules and obey them!"
John pushed her aside and went into the outhouse and slammed the door behind him.
"Hey, John, could you use some Sears catalogue pages in there?" came the voice.
John was confused. "Sears?" he shouted back.
"Oh, I have a Penney's Catalogue too," the voice said.
John said, "I usually deal with Pendleton only, but thanks anyway."
A wicked laugh was the only reply.
The entire outhouse began to shake. John didn't know what to think. Was it an earthquake? Someone shaking the privy?
Suddenly the TOP flew off the little building! And down from above came...
the old man, holding the heads of Lisa and Tracy. John looks up and screams. His whole body begun to shake, as he tries to open the outhouse door, it seem like hours had passed, but his hand finally made contact with the knob. The door came open, and Steve was there, with a big smile on his face.
John froze in place, urine trailing down the side of his jeans, and spilling onto the floor. He opens and closes his mouth, but there is no sound.
Remembering the rules, he mumbles ...
"Chopsticks. Must find...where did I put..."
Out of nowhere appeared Yan of Yan Can Cook, on a motocycle. In one hand he carried a cross, made of chopsticks. "You idiot,!" he hollered. "This is how you use the chopsticks!"
Both fiends screamed in mortal agony and fear, and backed away from Yan's Chopstick Cross, eyes fixed unerringly on it.
From behind them came two sounds in rapid succession: thwack! thwack!
As John ran toward Yan, both fiends went up in screaching, belching clouds of sulfurous smoke.
A woman came running up as well, carrying a crossbow. Startled, John recognized Martha Stewart.
"What did you shoot them with?" gasped John.
"A nice little concoction of silver, holy water, and garlic, with a soupcon of herbes fines," she replied. "I always think that adds a nice touch."
"How, what...?" choked John. "Where did you two come from?"
"Oh Yan and I live near here. We are constantly having trouble with these pesky monsters," said Martha breezily.
"Yes," said Yan. "But we stay here because they are wonderful at keeping the paparazzi away. Still, there are times they have to be reigned in. It's perfectly OK if they eat the occasional 'Globe' reporter, but we draw the line at innocent civilians."
"You see," said Martha, "The moment Yan and I met each other, we knew it was love at first sight. However, we are trying to keep this all under wraps. You know how jealous people can be. The last thing we want to do is display ourselves in a tacky fashion like Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes."
"Well, let's get you home," said Yan, putting away his chopstick cross.
And without further ado, they helped him back to the van, retrieved the keys from the sidewalk, and waved as he drove away.
"Well, that's that," said Martha. "How about going back and working on that Beef Stroganoff recipe? I think there's not enough sour cream in it."
"No!" argued Yan. "I think we're falling short in the garlic department..."
The End.
Saur, Brilliant ending!!!! The garlic department, Yan and Martha . . . well that's the long and short of it. LMHOROF
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