Chamberlain, Maine – May 26th, 1979

The town was in ruins. The blazes had destroyed the majority of its buildings. The body count was over two hundred-and was steadily rising.

This massacre was traced back to Ewen High School's senior prom. The Prom Queen was treated to a prank, which pushed her over the edge. And she lashed out in revenge-not just on her classmates-but on the entire town as well. But-the authorities wondered- how could she have done all this? It was like magic!

The denizens of the town had the image of the perpetrator seared into their minds. Of a blonde teenage girl, with a sadistic smile, in a dress, covered in blood.

The trail of blood led the sheriff's department deputies to the roadhouse, where they found five people. Two males, three females. Three living, two dead. The youngest: a four-year-old boy.

Among the living were two nineteen-year-old girls-both top of Ewen High's social clique. The first was Sue Snell, who was standing in shock-with blood along her thighs. Despite her shock, she was able to be responsive to the deputies' inquiries.

'Are you alright, miss?'

'Is an ambulance coming?' Sue asked, to which the deputies responded in the affirmative.

The other was Christine Hargensen, daughter to a prominent lawyer in town. Christine-or 'Chris' as her peers referred to her as, was a queen bee of the school's hierarchy. And she had a record-having gone through juvenile hall for injuring a fellow student during a prank-and she had a long history of harassing her fellow students (though her Daddy was always there to bail her out).

Chris was laying on the ground, seeming unconscious-and unresponsive to any attempt by the deputies to rouse her. She seemed to be in a comatose state.

Though breathing, Chris seemed to be in a comatose state.

The dead male was a local hoodlum named Billy Nolan, whom the authorities knew all to well for his multiple troublemaking. The fellas at the station had taken to betting on how long it would take him to wind up behind bars for serious jail time. Nolan's corpse was slashed all over-the deputies quickly identifying a switchblade as the murder weapon.

Pointing to the dead girl covered in blood, Sue spoke in hushed tones, 'That's her-that's Carrie.'

Noticing that the last survivor, the boy was staring down at Carrie's corpse with tears in his eyes, Sue tried to move towards him only for her legs to give way-only the deputy nearest to her preventing her from hitting the pavement.

Sue, with a somber tone, gestured to the boy, 'That's her brother.'

The deputies looked at each other in shock and sorrow. No kid should have to look at stuff like this, especially with their own kin.

One stepped forward to approach the boy, 'I'm sorry, son,' before placing a hand on his shoulder. The boy flinched at the touch, then looked up at the man.

The deputy moved to steer him away from the sight while the body was sealed up in plastic.

'What's your name, son?'

'…Josiah White, sir.'

All three of them were taken to the hospital to recover.

Chris, still unconscious, was placed in a room. Her father was called to notify him on where she was and what her condition was.

Fifteen-year-old Chris had just got back home from the hospital after giving birth. To a healthy baby boy, she was assured. The result of a one-night stand Chris had at a wild party-some fratboy she barely knew.

She had only seen her baby once. And that was it. Her father had arranged for him to be taken to an orphanage, where he was to be adopted into a family that was better suited than her to caring for his needs.

Chris accepted this as the best option for everyone. After all, she knew she wasn't ready to be a mother. She just hoped her baby would find a nice home.

Now, she had to steel herself for her return to school. Reclaiming her place at the top of the social food chain.

She heard a knock on the door, 'Come in.'

John Hargensen entered his daughter's room with concern evident on his face, 'Just wanted to make sure you were doin' alright, honey.'

Hiding her pain, Chris replied, 'I am, Daddy.'

Placing a hand on her shoulder as comfort, John assured her, 'It'll all work out, Christine. The baby'll be fine.'

Sue, now dressed in a clean hospital gown, waited for a doctor to check up on her. After a pregnancy scare, she had her period after…whatever it was she had with Carrie.

Memories that weren't hers were flashing through Sue's mind.

'Carrietta, get down here!'

Twelve-year-old Carrie ran down the stairs in excitement, 'Yes, Momma.'

Margaret White was carrying a bundle in her arms. She knelt down to let Carrie get a look at the baby, 'Meet your brother, Josiah Nathaniel White.'

Carrie gave a huge smile, 'He's beautiful, Momma.'