Warnings: Graphic violence, language
Timeline: season 4
Disclaimer: Based on the Series Supernatural. Copyright infringement not intended.
Status: Work In Progress
Notes: There are some OC's in the story. There are really just going to be there for fodder but I will be developing them a lot in the story. It's more fun to get people attached to characters who are put in horror situations. Some will live some will die. Also most are named after readers of my prev fic. I ran a little contest to help me brainstorm and the best suggestions won a character name. The characters however are not based on the readers in the slightest. Just share names.
I fully intend to torture the heck out of the boys, both physically and mentally in this one. So be forewarned. (This is not going to be a deathfic tho so don't worry)
Takes place after my story Head Trip.
Thanks to Midge for the Beta
CHAPTER ONE
Wonderful Day For a Killing
A young woman perhaps 16 or 17, sat at her vanity. The mirror was nearly covered in photos and clippings of her friends. She gazed into the uncovered portion and smiled as she brushed her hair. She heard her door knob rattle as her door opened and she turned smiling at the man who stood in her doorway. "Hey Daddy," she said laying down her brush.
"It's getting late Cathy," the man smiled at his daughter.
"Just about to turn out the lights," she promised as she stood and moved across the room toward him. She wrapped her arms around him to hug him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Love you daddy."
He brushed her hair back with one hand and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Night sweetie." Then smiled as she backed away. She grinned back at him as he turned and shut the door.
She let out a sigh of relief as he left. A moment later she heard the click, tap, tap of small pebbles rapping against her window pane. She hurriedly switched off the light and dashed across the room, taking off her heavy terrycloth robe to reveal she was fully dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt.
She opened the window as quickly and quietly as possible. Her face lit up when she saw the young man who stood below in the driveway. "Shh... I'll be down in a sec." She whispered, unable to control the grin that spread across her face.
She ducked back into the room and quickly retrieved her tennis shoes. She shoved a few stuffed animals and pillowed beneath her blankets. Then a moment later she was climbing down the lattice outside her window.
When she reached the driveway below she and the young man hugged then scurried down the drive to a waiting Chevette parked on the side of the street. Inside were two other teenagers sitting in the front seat. The group clamored with hellos and laughs as the couple piled into the back and the car sped away into the night.
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The small hatchback finally pulled to a stop in front of a long gravel driveway, that wound through thick overgrown woods. The driver only paused briefly before he turned the car onto the ill kept drive.
"I'm not so sure about this guys." Cathy's voice shuddered as she peered out the windows at the dark shapes of the trees enclosing them on both sides. She swallowed hard and wished she hadn't snuck out. "Are you sure this is such a good idea Mark?" She asked the driver.
"Come on, are you scared already?" He looked in the rear-view mirror at the girl. "We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet," the boy laughed.
"It's ok," the boy sitting beside her took her hand and held it. "I'm here, I'll keep you safe," he grinned trying to calm her.
Cathy couldn't help but blush. She turned away, looking once more out the window. *gulp* She also couldn't help but be freaked out. She turned to look back at her date. "Thanks Jeff." She smiled. She just needed to stay calm. Everything would be fine. It was just a little haunted house thing. Nothing big. She reminded herself. Plus she was on a date with a great guy.
The car continued to move slowly down the driveway. They couldn't go more then 15 miles an hour and each pot hole sent the group bouncing on their seats. "How much further..." the girl sitting in the passenger seat whined.
"Soon, Ashley...." Mark replied glancing at her briefly, with an eye roll. The road ahead began to climb uphill.
"Whatever. This better be worth it," she added before turning to the companions in the back, "Am I right?"
Cathy and Jeff smiled. Although Cathy was mostly pretending to be excited. In truth she hated this. Why she let her friend talk her into this she still didn't know. Then she felt Jeff's hand squeeze a little tighter and she was reminded. Right cute boy. She felt her heart flutter. She wasn't sure what was more terrifying, this driveway or sitting next to such a great guy.
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Finally the driveway came to an end and to be honest Cathy missed the woods. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard as she saw the massive dilapidated house that had been so completely hidden amongst the trees. It was four stories, and looked like something out of an old black and white horror movie. It looked like a safety and health hazard.
A dim glow like candle light, illuminated the windows, some of had been boarded up, others were broken. Shutters hung crooked and many were ready to fall. The paint was cracked and peeling off it's weathered exterior. It's Victorian style eves and overhangs only added to its creepy appearance.
"You're not serious about this place?" Cathy's voice trembled, as the car pulled to a stop in front of the towering edifice.
"Come on I told you it's gonna be great I heard this place is awesome scary. It'll be a blast." Mark assured her as he opened his door. "Come on..." he urged the others on.
Ashley leaned over the seat a bit, "Come on it'll be great." Then she turned a quickly climbed out of the car to join her date.
Jeff got out of the car and Cathy reluctantly followed. He took her hand. "It's ok," Jeff smiled. "Look I'll go check it out first then come back and get you," he offered. "How's that sound?"
Cathy looked at the eerie dwelling. "I think I'll be ok..." she starred at the building her heart pounding.
"It's ok. Seriously. You wait here and I'll show you it's fine."
She looked at him, he was so sweet... "Ok..." she agreed to be honest she was relieved.
"Fine.... Here." Mark tossed her the keys. "So you can listen to the radio while you wait. We'll be back in a few."
The three teens then headed up the overgrown walk way to the house. Slats were missing and broken from the rail that encased the porch. Boards from the steps were cracked and uneven. The steps creaked beneath their weight. Then as Mark hit the top step his foot fell though. "Damn it," he shouted. He pulled his leg free, "here babe," he offered a hand to Ashley and helped her over the missing step.
Cathy climbed back into the front seat and watched as the others headed into the house. She turned the key back just to give power to the radio. She fumbled with the dial, they were so far out in the country it was hard to find a station, but she finally did. She looked up at the house tapping the steering wheel as she waited for the group to reemerge.
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The interior of the structure is in serious disrepair. Cobwebs and dust form a thick layer over everything. The coppery smell of blood mixes with the musky smell of mildew and age. Antique furniture, fills the decor. It is aged, broken, some even over turned. Once inside the young couple headed up the old staircase in the foyer. "Where are you two going?" Jeff asked.
"We'll check up stairs," Mark smiled as Ashley giggled a bit and they hurried up stairs. "Don't leave Cat all alone too long." Mark chided. The couple disappeared into the dark upstairs.
Jeff decided to look around a bit first. He had promised after all. He needed to at least waste a couple of minutes if he was going to convince Cathy it was safe.
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Out in the car, Cathy looked around nervously. It had been nearly 20 minutes since her friends went inside. Where are they? "Come on guys." She jumped as the radio suddenly turned to static, the music flickered and cut in and out. The sound was a jumbled mix, and there was almost the sound of someone speaking through it. She shivered as she shut off the disturbing noise and returned her stare to the creepy old house.
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Heavy footsteps can be heard running along the bare hard wooden floors, above. Dust falls from the ceiling from the thumping. Mark and Ashley run around the corner at the top of the stairs. "Oh God!" Ashley cries out looking back down the hall. Terror consuming her face.
Mark grabs her arm and yanks her along down the stairs. "Hurry!" He yells dragging her close behind. Her foot goes through the creaking wood of one of the steps. The young man wraps an arm under her and hoists her leg free. They nearly fall the rest of the way down the stair case as they flee the unseen attacker.
They reached the bottom of the flight of stairs, only feet from the open door. Just seconds from freedom, from safety. When the heavy wooden door slams shut on it's own. Ashley screamed, a blood curdling, terrified scream. She watched as the man with her is pulled through the air into the other room, by an invisible assailant. Blood sprayed everywhere, covering the woman's face. She screamed again.
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Out in the car Cathy heard the screams of her friend. She was frozen in fear. Her eyes scanned the house trying to see in one of the windows. Then another scream from Ashley, "Ash!" she called out.
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Ashley turned to run in the opposite direction tripping over the body of Jeff, or rather what was left of him. He looked like he had been ripped apart by animals. Her face just inches from his mauled visage. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
She pushed herself up covered in her friend's blood. She tried to run back up the stairs. She slipped, stumbling as if something had grabbed her legs. She struggled back to her feet and raced up the stairs.
She fled down the upstairs hall way, to a window at the end. Her fist pounded against the glass calling out to her friend below, "Cathy!!!!" she looked back over her shoulders, "Oh God." Then went back to beating on the glass. She had to break free.
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Cathy saw her friend beating on the window. She was covered in blood. "Oh god Ash." Her hand went for the door about to race in to help her friend. Then she saw her disappear into the darkness. "ASH!" Blood splashed up covering the window where she had been stood.
Cathy screamed, terror filled her. "Ash... Oh God... Oh god..." She slammed the car door tight locking them quickly. "Oh god..." There were no more screams then she saw a figure appear in the door. It was far too large of a man to have been either Mark or Jeff. He looked like he was wearing a long black apron, and he held something in his hand. She peered through the darkness... Oh god it was Mark... It was his head... "Aaaaaahhhhh!"
The large man started down the stairs. She instinctively shifted the car into gear and peeled out driving through the yard and going far too fast down the bumpy drive way.
The dark figure reentered the house, the blood that had been everywhere was gone. Jeff's corpse gone. Mark's corpse gone. Upstairs the cracks in the window seemed to mend themselves. No longer was the glass covered with blood. No longer were there any signs of the teenagers having ever been there.
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