A/N- ...

BOO!

Did I scare you? Probably not. But this story will, and I really hope I stay true to that word, am I right? I probably am gonna scare myself writing this story, but hey; that is the writing process, am I right? I really hope so...

But hi! This is TOBN here, writing to you...er...live from my house, I guess. And it is exactly five weeks from Halloween! Are you as excited as I am? I thought so! If you said no, I don't care! If you said "just kidding", I say "why you always lyin'?" Sorry, I couldn't help it :)

This is the sequel to 'The Haunt' which I posted last summer - I know. Weird, right? - and starts off exactly where it last left off; the murder with a silver axe, that may or may not been caused by the specter? But it starts exactly where it left off. Or at least, kind of where it left on. I guess you'll understand, right? Right.

If you haven't read the last story, I suggest you do so, but I can give you a recap: There was a specter in Whitechapel, killing off everyone with an axe, and the gang had to fight it off. Benny got possessed by the specter - what a surprise, huh? - and it ended with a guilty and traumatic Benny, and a terrified Ethan at a funeral. Sound intrigued? I guess you should read the other one if you didn't.

But if you did, welcome back! Glad to have you here with me once again for a frightening story that is sure to give you the creeps. Or at least, I hope it does. There will be more scares, and some more gore, and a lot of terror, so get ready for that :)

This story is five chapters, like the last one, and will update every Saturday, leading up to Halloween. Cool, right? Yeah!

So drop a review, and as always; don't read at night!

But of course, if you do, kudos :)

ENJOY!

The Terror Of Whitechapel

By: TiredOfBeingNice

Chapter 1: Late Night Television

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The wind crackled outside as the house shook ever so slightly. Leaves and branches rattled against the window outside the teenager with the auburn colored hair that draped around her shoulders, brushing sharply against her pale skin.

Her eyes were fixed on the static TV - not on the thunder outside, or on her laughing friends in the other room - that crackled in her ears. She blinked, and the TV static cleared a bit, showing the face of a blonde news reporter - he was a bit attractive... he may be in her college floor... pretty sure he was a few years older than her. Perhaps 24...?

Why was she here? These girls don't like her. She knew that; she didn't like them either. She came because her dad said she needed this, and her mom didn't really care anyway. They were going to Florida for the weekend, and her parents told her to be social. She hated them. She hated them, she hated them...

"And this just came in, that the murders had stopped. After three months, the murders that have plagued Whitechapel had come to a stop. Sources tell me that this may have been some unknown forces that have magically disappeared, but whatever it was, people in Whitechapel are glad it stopped. A memorial service was held three months ago, a week after the murders had stopped violently in its tracks. Police forces have teamed up with the forensic science department to figure out what exactly happened, but until then, stay safe, and oh! Halloween is coming, so make sure you get your costumes! For the fall forecast, here is Tim Yeat..."

'Halloween,' she thought carefully. 'What to do on halloween, when you don't even have friends?'

The thought made her angry, and she clenched her hands into a tight fist, scrunching her face up in thought. But her eyes were still fixed to the shaky TV, hearing the thunder, and in the corner of her eye, she saw lightening dance against the velvet, midnight sky.

Her eyes slowly flickered between the TV and the single, black duffle back that laid down beside her. There was only one item in that bag...only one...

She shuddered at the thought, but didn't bother pushing it away. The news drew to the stop as the TV program was replaced with a message from the mayor of Whitechapel, telling the citizens of Whitechapel about the murders that had occurred three months ago - something about axes and blood and bodies; she was vaguely listening.

The TV went back to its regular program, and the blonde boy that the girl fancied appeared on the screen once again, telling an update about the killer.

She was starting to get annoyed about these murders; they happened three months ago, and they finally stopped. Time to let it go.

But staring at the black bag made her wear a rather small smirk, that curved onto her face - she was alone, and her parents weren't in town. There were people who hated her, bullied her and pushed her down all these years. Didn't she deserve this?

She knew they deserved what was coming to them.

"Audrey!" A blonde, chic girl walked into the living room, and the girl with auburn colored hair turned around, her legs still crossed on the fuzzy, pink carpeted floor. The blonde girl stared at the TV, a few girls trailing behind her, and then stared at Audrey.

"You were supposed to get the buttered popcorn?" She said, hands on her hips as she narrowed her eyes. The girls behind her with wet nails - they were drenched in nail polish and had the strong smell - nodded, and Audrey said nothing, scooting closer to the duffle bag and unzipping it. The blonde girl snarled at the TV.

"You checking out Greg Harrison again, wannabe?" She cackled, and the girls behind her echoed her like she was a person in a cave, and they were an echo.

"Leave me alone, Melanie," whispered Audrey, her hand grasping against the metal handle on the object that laid in the black duffle bag. The girls' laughs were echoing in her ears, taunting her and torturing her in a way.

"Wannabe! Wannabe!" The girls chanted, Melanie's laugh the most loudest of all. They were all in night gowns; Melaine's was a pale pink. She had a towel wrapped around her wet hair, and some people had tinfoil for highlights in their hair, some even had hair curlers pressed against their hair.

"Cut it out, Melanie." She sneered a bit louder, lifting the object slightly out of the bag, her eyes flickering with insanity, her mind totally slack; she was feeling like a maniac, and she wanted to show that to these bitches right now...

"Wannabe, Audrey! Wannabe, Audrey!" The girls cackled.

"Stop." Audrey said even louder, narrowing her eyes at Melanie and her posse. She closed her eyes, trying to erase the murderous thoughts that the killer had inspired her to think, and she heard them tease her more.

"Wannabe, Audrey,
Wanna be, Audrey!
Staring at the guys lustfully
Just like her mommy!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Audrey yelled.

The girls stopped, drawn back to the sudden anger from the usually quiet girl, and they saw the eyes of a maniac.

"Fine, geez Audrey," Melanie huffed. "Can't take a joke, can you?" Audrey narrowed her eyes, that seemed to darken in the moonlight as she stood up and walked to the lamp beside Melanie and turned it off with one 'click!'

"What the hell are you doing, dork?" Melanie sneered. But no one could see Audrey anymore as they heard footsteps slowly go away. Melanie heard the door close, and smirked. One of the girls beside Melanie was getting a bit frightened as she placed her cold hand on Melanie's arm nervously, staring into her blue eyes in worry.

"Maybe we should've just left her alone," she whispered nervously, and in response, Melanie just cackled evilly.

"Oh please," she retorted. "she deserves it for not bringing in the popcorn."

The TV started to become static again, and the buzz frightened the five girls - Audrey had seemed to disappear right now; as with the black duffle bag. Melanie stepped towards the TV slowly, but when she saw the static clear, she let out a nervous laugh.

"Just the TV." She whispered, smiling a bit.

The girls sat on the couch, backs against the cushions, the window right above them. Melanie sat in the middle, with the three other girls huddling beside her.

"It's Greg Harrison again." The brunette girl whispered to Melanie. Melanie, not wanting to be disturbed, shushed her, but the girl with the crimson red hair smiled. "Greg Harrison? More like Greg Hair-not-so-much." She snickered, staring at his small amount of facial hair "How manly!" Another girl with hair curlers teased. Melanie rolled her eyes at her friends' snickers as the blonde college boy on the screen stared into the camera, thunder crashing and static interrupting his speech.

"Wow, shitty TV, Marley." Melanie sneered at her orange-haired friend, who just blushed at everyone's laughter, tugging nervously at her finger.

creeeeeeeeeak...

"What the fuck was that?!" The girl, who had the hair curlers shouted.

"Shut up, Gracelyn!" Melanie sneered.

The silent creaking of the door was heard in the back of the room, near Melanie's entrance. Melanie stood up, and walked towards the entrance, but Marley shook her head and she went instead.

"Fine," Ruby sneered, wrapping her crimson hair around her shoulder. "it's your funeral."

Everyone stared at Ruby, and she shrugged. The brunette was even more frightened now - she was now placing her hand on Melanie's shoulder - and Melanie gave her a sharp glare, staring at her in slight disgust.

"Get your hands off me, Tiffany." She sneered, and Tiffany just nodded quickly.

Melanie, Tiffany, Gracelyn and Ruby stared at the direction Marley left as silent crept into the house.

...

AHHHHHHHH!

"MARLEY!" The four girls yelled, and they all rushed to the entrance door. When they looked, they all screamed with eyes wide and some hair curlers falling out. Melanie covered her mouth in horror as Tiffany felt a bit lightheaded.

Marley - or at least, what was Marley - laid on the floor, eyes wide and bloodshot. There were slashes of blood on her neck, and Melanie was pretty sure she saw a vein. Blood splattered on Marley's forehead, but what everyone saw was the oozing blood that sprouted out of Marley's back. A cut the size of a six centimeter blade drew against her bloody bag, obviously slicing her.

"What fresh hell is this?!" Ruby yelled, jumping back, disgusted. Melanie's eyes flickered with terror as she lead the four girls to the living room again. Greg Harrison's voice echoed on the TV.

"A-And a-a-a-fter...after...slight irregularities w-...with the - the - s-storm, t- news - ne- broadcast - no- no signal."

"No signal?" stuttered Tiffany. "What do you mean, no signal?"

Suddenly, the window shattered open as Ruby's head was sliced with a knife that flew through the broken glass. Her head stuck to the wall by the knife that now oozed in blood, eyes twitching before it finally stopped, as Ruby's life was ended very violently.

"Oh my god!" Tiffany, Gracelyn, and Melanie screamed in horror.

Gracelyn ran to the kitchen, only to slip on blood and knock herself out. Tiffany was so pale and scared; she fainted on the spot.

As if these series of unfortunate - and unlucky - events occurred, Melanie found herself being the last one standing, staring at the broken window amongst the bodies of her dead or unconscious friends. She could hear no breaths as her eyes nervously flickered to the TV screen.

"Af-After the murderous...mur...events - p-police forces adv-advise viewers t-to report any murderous behavior - and- and - or - just - "

A girl with a black mask popped out, her auburn hair in a tight ponytail that hung carefully behind her, and Melanie screamed, stumbling back, nearly tripping over Tiffany's body. The masked girl jumped in swiftly into the house, carrying what seemed to be a silver axe.

"i wanted to do this for so long, Mel."

Melanie screamed as the axe hit her head violently, blood soaking the towel and driving through her body - clearly doing the impossible.

As Melanie flopped on the floor, dead, the girl with auburn hair stared at the TV, to see a static-y Greg. She smiled beneath her mask.

"J-Just stay at home, and don't - don't...g-...go out at n-night."

The girl cackled as she drove her blood axe through the TV, the whole house shutting to a dark pit as all that anyone could hear was the cackles of a girl, thirsty for revenge.

And blood.

A/N- Did I give you the frights in this prologue? I hope :)

Seeya next week! Drop a not-so scary review, and thanks for reading!

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