Part One

Eight year old Mary Barclay was super excited. There was only a week left before she would be trick-or-treating with the other children on Halloween night. "I really wish you would take me." She told Chucky. Even though she loved both Tiffany and Glen dearly, Chucky was extremely special to her and her best friend in the whole entire world. Although at times he was also like a father or brother figure to her and she knew that he loved her very much. "Yeah well you know I can't, your mom is taking you and to be quite frank with you, consider yourself lucky. Otherwise I'd eat all of your candy." He teased with a mischievous chuckle.

Tiffany rolled her eyes at him. "Don't listen to him sweetface, you know that he's just trying to scare you." She said. "Well yeah, isn't that the whole point of Halloween?" he questioned. "I seem to remember that not too long ago you told her that story about Clarence the clown and you made the poor girl have nightmares about it." She said as Glen came out of the woods and dumped a whole pile of firewood down into the fire pit. "I sure hope that this will be enough." He said. "Relax son, it's perfect you did a great job." Chucky told him before he turned back over to his wife.

"And Mary knows that I didn't mean to scare her on purpose." He said. "Oh grow up you did so! I mean you might not be an evil killer doll anymore, but you're still a horror icon and terror is your middle name!" she snapped at him. "Why do you guys always have to fight?" Mary asked them as they turned over to look at her. "Don't look at me," Chucky began pointing at his chest with his thumb. "she started it." He said as he pointed over at Tiffany. "Oh can you just shut the fuck up and light the fire already?" she questioned.

"Fine! I was intending too anyway." Chucky said crossly before digging his lighter out of his pocket and lighting the wood on fire. "Glen, do you have the marshmallows that I asked you to bring?" he asked him. "Yep, I got 'em right here Dad." He said as he held the bag up in front of him. "Good where's Mary?" Chucky asked. "I think she's inside the tent setting up her sleeping bag." Glen answered gesturing over his shoulder with his eyes. "Mary! You better get out here before Glen eats up all the marshmallows!" Chucky called.

"Oh come on Chucky, you know that he wouldn't do that." Tiffany said quietly. "Uh I don't know, I wouldn't be so sure if I were you." Chucky said. "Actually you're the one I'm worried about." Tiffany said placing her hands on her hips and scowling at him. "I don't have time for this, I have to check on the kid." Chucky said with a roll of his eyes before walking over to the tent. "Hey kiddo," Chucky began as he unzipped it and ducked his head before he climbed inside. "What are you doing in here all by yourself?" he asked as he sat down next to her and she simply hugged her knees and looking down at the ground.

"I don't want Clarence to get me." She said anxiously as he took a deep breath. "Look kid, I'm sorry for scaring you but I tried to tell you, there's no such thing as an evil ghost clown. It was just a story that I made up." He told her with a shake of his head. "Besides, I'm a killer doll. Do you really think that I would ever let anything happen to you?" he questioned. "Well, no." she admitted. "Exactly. So you don't have anything to worry about. Understand?" he questioned her again as she simply nodded. "Good, now how about you come out here and roast marshmallows with the rest of us. I promise that I won't try to scare you." He told her.

"Well,.. do you really promise?" she asked him. "If I'm lying I'll give up smoking forever." He told her with a grin. "Well, alright then it's a deal." She said as she unzipped the tent and stepped outside with Chucky following her. They each grabbed a marshmallow and a stick and sat down on the ground and started roasting them over the fire. Owls started to hoot softly inside the distance. "You know this is fun, I think we should go camping for real." Glen said as they had camped often inside Mary's backyard. "You know what, I think you're right. Maybe next weekend we'll go down to the old Wooley Swamp." Chucky said.

"What the hell is that?" Tiffany asked him. "You never heard of the legend of the Wooley Swamp?" he asked her with disbelief. "No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me about it anyway." She guessed. "Well about fifty years ago there was man as bad and mean as they come, even meaner than me. And his name was Lucius Clay and he lived in the Booger Woods." He explained as Tiffany rolled his eyes at him. "You see all he cared about was money and he would murder people if it meant getting his hands upon it. So at one point he collected enough money that he decided to stuff it all down in some mason jars burying them deep in the ground so that he could keep it all to himself.

Then one night some cable boys decided that they were going to teach Lucius a lesson, so they planned on stealing his money and feeding it to the gators. So they found him at his shack with thirteen of his rusty mason jars that he had just dug up and at that point they all had started to lose their minds. They beat him and picked him up and threw him in the swamp laughing as the dark water sucked him down. That's when they started to run back to his shack so that they could have his money all to himself, except they hadn't realized they were trying to run through the quicksand.

And even though Lucius was taking his last breaths, he just had enough time to laugh at their misfortune before he died. And even though it's been fifty years since the incident occurred they say that you can still hear the screams of the two men being sucked under the quick sand, and the evil thunderous laugh of Lucius Clay."