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 Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 1:53 am
Dawn was cracking its whips of light onto the ill faded cementary. Moss and blood covered the old tattered headstones. Laying out in the middle of the deserted lush forest, was that broken cementary. But, today, today it was revived by an overzealous horror fan. He had set up lightning rods with wires unconnected through out the dewey fields of the dead. But, the fan forgot the car batteries. He pondered what he would do, so he grabbed his keys. Opening the weathered old wood shed, it reavealed a polished black Hearse. Getting into the vehicle, he pulled out of the shed and headed for the gravel pathway deep into the forest.
About a few miles down the path, an opening of light shined brightly from the highway. He took a left going to the nearest community, It was called Red Rum. The town was a small quiet quaint one, with many partying teens, dissapearing strangers, innocent looking cannibals, a secret occult meeting every tuesday, and clueless police officers who barely passed their I.Q. tests. Oh, and there's an unnesscary sword shop in a resturant called "Happy Sal's Grille & Cafe".
The town also consists of a Mall, A Gunshop, Car Dealership, Elementry, Middle, and High Schools, A bar, A Church, A Grocery Store, and the rest of the population. The streets are clean and quiet with locals passing by every once in a while. It's a little town in the middle of Indiana called Red Rum, and the outside world barely knows it exists, well that's what this gravedigger figured. But, looking at this village in the mirror, is a whole new look on what may be the most sinister thing since hell itself.
The undertaker does have a name, and it is Freddy. His last name is Vorhees, and it's very common to see people with the strangest of names. You see, in Red Rum it's a tradition to give your child a strange name. There's Sally Bonesaw who works as a bagger in the grocery store, and there's Everything Zen who works in the comic shop at the mall. There are others with weird names as well, but there are just to much to count.
Freddy is at the ripe age of seventeen, and is on his way to Car Dealership to buy those batteries he had forgotten earlier. Driving through the peaceful streets, Fred had seen those crazy middle schoolers torturing the cat again. The poor little thing's 4 paws were strapped some twine and had a bottle rocket implanted up its wala-chocolatta. When one kid lit the fuse, needless to say, houston had a problem. Driving on, Mr. Vorhees spotted the Huntingtons. A quiet old couple who believed in a happy life. A nice home, the sun shining, and orphan stew. Freddy, so happened to catch Mrs. Huntington chopping off the fingers of what seemed like a five year old boy.
Finally reaching his destination, Fred parked at the front, where there were only 4 open spots. All the cars for sale were usually taken from the drifters and tourists, and still reeked of death. Ignoring the stench, Freddy walked right into the parts section picking up 3 car batteries. Holding them in a cradled arm position, he let them collapse on the clerk's counter. This clerk happened to be Mr. Porter. He was a big man, who usually sweat more than anyone would like. Especially on days when he only wore a white Tee shirt and jeans. He had a thick pudgy face and a rugged brown beard. His old age howerver had caught up to him and has ever since then left Mr. Porter bald.
"So what do I owe you Mr. Porter?" Freddy sighed.
"Oh, it's not bother. Hell, I think the little missy here won't mind it being on her tab."
Freddy looked behind the counter to see the repair shop section of the dealership, with something perfectly normal. It was a brunette woman in her early twenties, she happened to be bound and gagged with duct tape. The petrified woman was squirming on the hard concrete floor, with muffled cries for help from Freddy. But, he couldn't argue with Mr. Porter... Mr. Porter was a man with certain needs and Freddy was in need of batteries. So, Freddy waved goodbye to helpless victim along with Mr. Porter and let them be. Fred forgot a battery on the table and came to see the woman was now wide eyed as a grueling scrape came from a wall he couldn't see. Mr. Porter returned to close the door with an electric double beater in his left hand. Porter smiled and slammed the door with his right. What was even stranger was that Mr. Porter was wearing an apron. Fred figured it hid some blood. From there on, Freddy heard a buzzing, a tear of clothing, and most god awful shriek he'd ever heard.
Leaving the building, with a hardened sense of curiosity. Fred wondered what it would be like to kill someone. It had always delved deep into his mind and created a second hidden personality. Everyone in this town had a secret, at least to non locals. If you were born and raised in Red Rum, Satan had placed you there for one of two reasons. To kill, or to die. Everyone usually got along and carried on as if it were a normal society. But, unbeknowst to them, they just hated those who were not Red Rum residents. Even new neighbors had trouble fitting in, the newcomers either got use to it and started hell themselves... Or they joined the ashes of those who were dumped into the monthly bonfire.
Freddy's parents were a serial killer duo. Fred's Parents even used himself sometimes, for luring those who would buy into the "I lost my Mommy" act. His parents weren't the best looking, but they were cheerful enough to be trusted. They would dress nice too, it adds a stronger effect Fred's mom would say. Although, his mother was a picky eater. His father was a flesh craving psycho. Fred's dad loved to chop people up into tasty little treats and then feed the rest to the neighbor's dog. They raised Freddy like any other Red Rum kid. Teaching Fred the art of ruse, torture, and killing. One day while his parents were watching a zombie film, Freddy couldn't help but be fascinated with the fact of the dead coming back from the grave.
Freddy had then set a goal for himself. Raising the dead. It would be hard, but he studided re-animation like life. The kids of the school teased him for it, and Freddy swore he would have his revenge. Fred's day had come, he read a Frankenstein like theory about the powers of lightning and planned on using it. He had no lightning, so car batteries would have to suffice. Fred had now reached the highway back to the graveyard. Cruising along, he had only minutes to go, when a car ahead had broken down. With glee, Fred slowed his car to a stopping pace and looked at couple.
They obviously weren't from around here, as Fred could see from the man with a letterman's jacket. It represented a team he was unfamilliar with and figured this could be the chance he needed to kill. The man had a strong face from what Freddy could tell, He wore a football jersey underneath, and had on some worn out sneakers with a pair of old Levi's. The man's face was blinding from the sun that reflected from his pale white face, and bleached blond hair. This man was with a another fellow teenager who fit the descirption of a slender cheerleader. She was also wearing the school colors of gray and white, it matched on her skirt and long sleeve shirt. The girl seemed to be wearing some crosstraining shoes that appeared clean and ready to be broken in.
As the man approached the vehicle, he was a little cautious about a kid driving a coffin car. The guy thought this was his only chance though. "Hello, are you by chance going to town? Our cellphone just went dead and we need to get to a tow man. Wouldn't happen to have phone would you?"
"Sorry, no phone. Hmm, wouldn't have been good anyways, the village you just passed doesn't have a car repair shop. But I'll take you to the next town. I have to drop some equipment off at the cementary, and then we'll continue on our way." replied Freddy.
"Alright then. C'mon then Sherry." said the teenage boy.
Sherry responded "Okay, but it's your funeral Dan."
The two then entered the vehicle without hesitation. The back was filled with various objects, So Sherry sat in the middle while Dan took the end and held his arm out of the open window. All three of them kept quiet the rest of the trip. That was untill, Sherry started shuffling in the middle at her scared thoughts of what might happen. They had now arrived at the decrepit boneyard. Freddy exited the vehicle, and then opened the trunk. Pulling out the batteries, Fred assured them that he would be right back. Picking up some wires and wrapping them around the batteries' conductors he hit the switch with a flick of a finger! He was eager, as the water from the dew started to evaporate and fizz into tiny bubbles. The ground started to shake, and he could see the tops of graves breaking thinly. This was it, this was his triumph! But, there rising from the ground were nothing but worms following the current. It was so overwhelming that he sat there in the graveyard, shocked with disbelief.
Freddy's dream of raising the dead had been ruined. It started to plauge his mind with thoughts of failure. He sworn he would kill those who angered him, one way or the other the job would get done. With or without the undead. Fred's sanity had finally let go, and started to enjoy the ride. Fred's body shaked with what lied between euphoria and torment, he was ready to get his hands dirty.
The Frakenstein theory was a hoax and Fred was a sucker for falling for it. Uncontrolled by his rage, Freddy marched back to the wooden shed. Looking at the many tools he found laying in the dimly lit room, He picked up a rusty shovel and hid it behind his back, As he returned to the Hearse. Walking to the automoible from behind, The teens had only seen Fred, and only Fred. Dan was hasty to go to the next town as he placed arm back out of the vehicle. Within a split moment, Freddy swung the rusty old shovel, and with a metal bashing hack, Fred instantly removed 4 of Dan's fingers and dented his car. There came an anguishing yell of pain in the car as Dan held his wrist, while the blood flowed like a river, ruining the tannish leather interior of the car. Sherry screamed and had a quick thought of driving away. She backed away when a burst of glass collided into her face, when the spade smashed through. She had felt the sting, and paid for it. Fred tried to stab her with what was left of the old dull tip, it only caused minor bruises. Meanwhile, Dan had made a run for it on his side leaving a trail of crimson liquid behind him.
Fred urgently got into the car and pushed Sherry over to the side. He locked the door, and started to drive at a hefty forty miles per hour. Sherry started to hit him, and attempted to stop the vehicle, put she was weak compared to him, So Fred easily pushed her away. Freddy almost had Dan under his hood, that was untill Dan took a sharp right, and sent the hearse on a crash corse for a nearby tree. The brakes didn't help much as Sherry swung foward and smacked her head on dashboard unconscience. Fred was saved by the only airbag and was even more furious.
Dan still keeping his pace was now breathless from the sudden loss of blood and terror. Dan was emotionally worn out as well. Like a knife cutting butter, Fred appeared once again with his decayed shovel. Dan couldn't run anymore, so his only chance was to Kill Freddy. Dan, Holding his right arm near his stomach and his left ready to punch, he could feel the pain getting worse. Taking a swing for his opponent, Dan's hand was easily blocked with the digging tool. The cold jagged metal scraped his knuckles hard enough to make them bleed, and Dan was marked. He then fell on his knees, and told Fred to make it quick. Freddy didn't obey and took a hack at Dan's left arm, and removed it. The shower of gore was now initiated and Dan could take no more. Fred then ended it with a hard swing of the left edge of the shovel, right into the center of Dan's eyes.
Freddy, now knowing what it was like, lusted for another kill. He slowly creeped for the car but stopped halfway. Realizing his car was almost dead itself, he needed some repairs. Approaching the car, he spotted the cheerleader who lay in his car. Checking Sherry's body, she was very alive. Freddy now had some "currrency" for later. Driving the crashed car out of the cementary and back onto the path, he noticed Sherry was coming too. Fred pressed harder on the accelerator, but let at ease when Sherry fell back. It was only a few hours after Freddy left the repair shop, so he figured Mr. Porter should just about be done with the cleaning. Well, Fred figured Mr. Porter cleaned, it was always so neat whenever Fred went back there. Arriving at the dealership, Freddy parked in his old slot once again. Getting out and opening her side, Fred scooped her up having Sherry sitting between his arms. Freddy made for the door, and opened it slightly, and put his foot in the door to open the rest.
"Mr. Porter!" called Freddy.
"Yeah?!" replied Mr. Porter from the other room.
"I need some repairs done to the car."
"Sure, what did you do to it?" Called Mr. Porter as he entered the room to find a girl cradled in Fred's arms. "Hey, did you kill her? Or are you just being friendly?"
"No, but her boyfriend is dead. That's his blood" Freddy said to him, as he signaled Sherry's right half covered in a brownish red. Fred then put her flat out on the clerk's table. "Will this cover the damages?"
"Yeah... she'll do. Do me a favor though, go get me a roll of duct tape from the back room. After that, you can just leave your car here. I'll have it done in a week's time. Why don't you go home and wash off?"
Freddy entered the auto shop tripping on a sledgehammer on the way in. He ignored it and was susprised at the great smell that leaked through the building. Mr. Porter had done a good job... It looks as if nothing ever happened. In the corner was the corpse next to a Red Buick. He dared not look twice at as he turned away in disgust. He noticed some stained towels in the wash, which were also the same color as Sherry's clothes. But, Fred had a job to do and found an open cabinet which contained the item he was searching for. Before he picked the item, he hesistated, until he stopped to take a look around. He looked around to that he had a lot of cabinets for a simple repair shop.
This was Fred's chance to see what has motivated and haunted his desire to kill. He opened another cabinet Labeled "Doctor" and found a small shining metal box. His adventurous side got the better of him and he opened it to find some standard surgical tools. They all were reflective enough to mirror Fred's image. It seems Mr. Porter was cleaner than Fred had thought. He also found some doctor's tape, neatly placed next to the box. He had also found what Fred found strange. On the upper shelf were two outfits. One that represented a plus size labcoat and dark pants with some shoes neatly placed on top of them. Next to it was a skimpy nurses outfit complete with stockings and boots.
This had started to Puzzle Fred as to what Mr. Porter does do in here. Looking over to his right was another cabinet labeled "Kitchen" he had seen the once bloodied apron now clean stacked with a pile of others with various sayings. Above it on the middle shelf, lay an open cook book that was turned to the page "Human Tators". Finally, on the top shelf was the electric beater and other kitchen utensils. He continued on to see other cabinets lit labels on them. One titled "Mechanic" and another called "Soildier" and then a "Cop", "Fireman", "Teacher" and the list went on. There was something that was bothering Fred about these cabinets. He didn't want to question so he let it go, and closed the ones he had opened.
"Fred, what's taking so long?!" called Mr. Porter.
"Oh! I just found it!" Replied Freddy.
"Well Hurry up!"
Freddy did as he was told and grabbed it from the shelf it had been laying on, and handed it to Mr. Porter. Freddy was asked to hold the girl's feet together while Mr. Porter banded them together with the sticky bonds. Freddy noticed ten wrap arounds, he guessed it was an average sum. Porter then turned Sherry over on her stomach and grabbed both her wrists from behind and started to make his second layer, when Sherry had fully awakened. Sherry then started to wriggle like a worm on a hook, doing anything she could to break out of the fat man's grip. Instructing Freddy to hold her down, Fred placed his hands on her shoulders, while Mr. Porter finished the job. Sherry once again worked her magic as Fred's hold on her released, and slid her way across the conter to the other edge. Sherry felt two gigantic forces shift into one as Mr. Porter binded his arms around her waiste.
Mr. Porter then viciously dragged the screaming girl and duct tape off the counter, and into the other room slamming the door. Freddy, stood there frightened at what Mr. Porter does behind the closed door. But, yet he's attracted to the whole other world behind that damned door. He could hear the hell begining to start, As she started to scream her vocal chords soar, screaming for help. Fred, knew something out of those cabinets was going pop out and kill this teenage girl. There was a delay in thrashing though. He could of sworn he hear the wooden ceader door smack as he sealed it closed.
"Oh my god! What the ******** did you do to her?!!!!" Sherry squealed from the other side of the door, she had proabaly seen the girl kidnapped earlier. After that, Freddy could hear the startup of a car in the background. The motor thudding rapidly as its engine was running. Fred listened to some more slams and screams, and then a command by Mr. Porter.
"Stick out your tounge!" he ******** you!!" cried Sherry in fear.
"I said stick out your damn tounge!"
"NOOO!"
There was a scuffle that he could make out, and then what sounded like something slamming into the car. The anxiety was getting to Fred as he opened the door to see Mr. Porter's hand holding Sherry's Jaw above the engine, forcing her tounge out, with his other hand holding her in place. Oddly enough, he had switched into his mechanic jump suit. "Now stick it on the belt!!!" shouted Porter in an angry voice. Freddy with a sharp instinct closed the door. He started to catch his breath after seeing the sight. He didn't know whether to be scared or excited... It was building up in him.
"DAMNIT PUT YOUR TOUNGE ON THE ENGINE BELT!!!!" shouter Mr. Porter again.
"Please...n-no." Sherry was at this time sobbbing from what Fred could hark.
"Fine! You don't want eat that, then I'll find something else!" Soon after Mr. Porter said this, the adhesive on the duct tape had been peelled off.
"No! I don't wa- MMMMMPHH!" Sherry was silenced by the strip of tape.
Freddy, was even more curious as to what might be happening. But, he kept his cool and eavesdropped in on the conversation harder. He heard Porter yell "I'll crack your ******** legs!" and could only think of one tool. The sledgehammer. Fred then percieved a boom that articulated like concrete breaking in. Soon after, Freddy could almost feel the fear that was warding off this poor teenage girl. Mr. Porter had stopped rambling on and had gotten to buisness it seemed. It was now just ambience.
Crack. Crikle. Crikurul. Ki-shplil. MMMMMMPH!!! Crack. Crack. Krikle. Mphm! Kruk! From there is was just mumblimgs of Mr. Porter calling her different curse words. Freddy then turned around headed out the door to his house.
To be continued
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 7:52 am
Just trying to get some new advice on this baby... see if any new members like it or whatever.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 10:21 am
It's good, but not very creepy. Work on making it darker, maybe by setting the scene more? But besides that, I really liked it.
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