Chapter one: Touch of evil
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Salem, Halloween evening, 2002
"She looks so fat nowadays", Jason Welles said while sitting on the locker-room bench and lacing his shoes. "Definitely not hot".
"Oh please." Disgusted, Shawn Brady threw his gym bag over his shoulder . "You have watched too much porn."
Jason grinned. "The filthier the better. Oh, I forgot, you´re Christian." Jason reached to touch Shawn´s cross-shaped necklace. "Nice."
"And you´re piece of crap."
"Hey, where´s you´re Christian tolerance ?" Jason .mocked.
Rolling his eyes once more, Shawn walked to the locker-room door. "Well, I must to stop this fascinating conversation and go to the Halloween party with Belle. Turn off the lights."
"Okay."
The door after Shawn. Jason took his own jacket, put it on and prepared to leave.
The lights went off.
"What the...? Shawn!" Cursing, Jason walked toward the door - or where he believed the door to be. He hit his leg and cursed more. "Shawn!"
The stormy wind tore the back-door open and the brown dead leaves rained in. Jason turned quickly around and saw the a dark masked figure against the outdoor lights.
"What the ...? Who the hell you are?"
The man - or woman? - stepped in. It was difficult to say , thanks to loose black clothing and a silver-coloured, face-covering ice-hockey mask.
Jason grinned. "Who´s that? It´s Halloween time, so I will say it´s some geek. Haha. Scary."
The figure did not answer, just walked toward Jason and raised the scalpel. Jason´s grin started to die. Of course it was only a joke, but...
"Look, geek..."
One slash and the killer cut Jason´s throat.
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Mad mad mad kill kill kill
Celeste Perrault was walking toward the Brady pub, when the evil whispering voices reached her. She watched around her, but the medium didn´t see anyone, just red and orange bushes.
"What do you want?" Celeste asked wildly. "What do you want to tell?"
Only answer she got was an eerie, mocking choir:
"Salem Stalker took a knife
Jason Welles lost his life
When he saw what he had done
he gave his girl a deadly one"
Celeste started to run. And the mad, evil laughter followed her.
