Not for those easily disturbed. This is your second warning. I do not own the Ed, Edd, and Eddie franchise.
Somewhere, a shadow screams in the night, "It's Halloween! Halloweeeeen!" Elsewhere, another scream sounded out, this one shriller, blood curdling. It ends abruptly. Cut off. A thud sounds as the screamer falls to the ground, clutching their gushing throat. A voice, sick and dark, "Happy Halloween..." A final word is lost to the night. A glob of spit hits the ground beside the cooling corpse. The body is not found until morning.
Ed and Eddie find Double Dee in front of his house; the lawn dyed a crust red from the dried blood. His parents nowhere; there are no parents. The corpse is gruesome, the smell is worse. Double Dee lay facing his door, his pants around his ankles, his underwear shredded, and his throat open from ear to ear. Eddie turns away after staring at his friend's lifeless body and vomits violently. Ed took a few staggering steps forward and came to a kneel beside the body. Tears steamed down his face as he looked at the lifeless face. "Double Dee!" His voice, usually calm in ignorant bliss, cracked as a sob broke through. He wasn't the smartest of the group, but he knew what he saw. His shoulders began to heave as he gathered up his friend to him. He cried and rocked the body, "Double Dee, Double Dee, Double Dee," he repeated to himself almost silently in between the racking sobs pushing out of his mouth. Eddie couldn't make himself turn around and look at his friends, one so brilliant and full of life, now snuffed out, and the other so happy, but now broken. So he stared listlessly into the sky, watching the clouds turn lazily over the cul-de-sac that they called home. He didn't move even as Ed stopped sobbing, didn't blink when he heard Sarah and Jimmy approach.
"Hey, whatcha doing?!" Sarah's young but masculine voice sounded out at the sight of the kneeling Ed. "Up to no good? Huh?" At the sound of her voice, Eddie turned a baleful glare upon her that froze her in her tracks. She'd never seen him so cold, so full of unbridled hatred. Why should she? Their home, their cul-de-sac had never seen the horror that the two friends had just witnessed. "Sarah… Shut up." Eddie's voice held a pain that drew blood away from her face. His eyes were bad, his voice was worse. "Ed, what's going on?" Sarah's brother just knelt there, facing the house. He saw nothing, he heard nothing, and he felt nothing. Ed was shattered; he'd lost one of his only friends. "Sarah, Jimmy, call the police." The voice of pain echoed to her. "Wh-why?"
"Double… Double Dee is dead. Someone… he's dead! Just listen for once in your damn life and call the police!" Eddie started slowly and ended in a ragged, angry yell. Silent tears ran down his face and onto his iconical yellow shirt, darkening it. His face seemed gaunt, as dead as his friends. In his head, he could hear his friend, Double Dee, talking to him as if from the dead. He was walking him through everything he needed to know, keeping him sane. "Don't yell at her, she doesn't understand." The voice sounded in his ears. Eddie knew it couldn't be his friend. His friend was dead. But still, the voice was a comfort to him. "Just please, Sarah. Do it." Sarah was rooted to her spot, but when Jimmy ran towards the house to follow orders, she followed. On the door hung a glowing eyed skeleton that screamed as you approached and Jimmy pissed himself when it did. He was looking at Ed, holding Double Dee when it went off. With a screech, he sprinted away from the door, his pants soiled, his reserve breaking. It was all too much for him.
Sarah ventured in alone, finding the phone to the left of the door. When she picked it up and dialed 911, no tone answered her. The line was cut. Dropping the phone, she sprinted out of the house, straight by Eddie and Ed, and to her house to call the police. When she got there and tried, she found the phone dead. With an audible gulp, she took off crying towards Ed. He'd know what to do. As much as she heckled him, he was still her big brother. "Ed! The phones are dead!" She screamed and hugged onto his great green jacket. Ed looked at her, his eyes devoid of understanding or emotion, Double Dee still clasped tightly to his chest. "What? They can't be." Eddie said, shocked. There was no help. There was no one coming. "My killer cut the phone line; you're cut off from the rest of the world. Be careful, Eddie. Even more trouble brews ahead for you."
Eddie knew enough about psychological break downs after events of great stress, Double Dee spoke of them often enough, casually so, but even so, he didn't equate hearing the voice to it. Double Dee… His eyes turned cold again and he walked up on the crying Sarah, the dead Ed, and the deader Double Dee. "Ed, put double Dee down. Come with me, Sarah, you too. We have to warn everyone else."
Ed obeyed wordlessly, and stood up, Sarah still grasping tightly to his coat. So much so that he just lifted her off the ground. He didn't even blink, as if the weight wasn't there. "We'll take care of him later, first comes safety." "Good call. Logical. You stand more of a chance if you work together."
Elsewhere, Jimmy is snatched up from behind, a knife at his throat. A familiar voice whispers in his ear. "Come with me, now, and not a sound." Jimmy nodded, tears pouring down his face, his heart beating so loud you couldn't not hear it. The little boy in blue is dragged off behind Eddie's unoccupied house, leaving a trail dug into the unmown grass.