Notice: I do not own the copyright to the Jeepers Creepers film franchise but I am only using this for "what if scenario non-profit work that is open to the public but not for exact duplication under a different author".
Parkers Journal Entry One.
My name is Parker Donn, I am eighteen years old since last January light brown hair cut short combed to one side, and I am slim I guess. However I do admit that I am a little heavier around the belly, I am not fat but it`s chubby down around there, what can I say I like my desert.
It was an odd time for me, being spring break and I was walking alone on a humid midday down a long stretch of highway, not having anywhere to be on spring break. I didn`t expect to meet anyone or be anywhere I was just lazy around my Aunt`s place in Ocala Florida just waiting for the week to end.
I spend the first two days just watching television and eating ice cream since it was eighty degrees in the shade outside with no air conditioning. It was my hope to stay like that for the deration of my stay but my aunt threw me out and said I had to get some exercise if I wanted to eat anything that day.
Taking to the road about half an hour from my aunt's place on foot I spent that time thinking about my whole high school life. To be honest I figured it to be a waste of time, in truth all I did was try my best and I still didn't meet the requirements for any of my college choices. My dad wasn't going to wait for me to take an upgrade course so after that year, my last year of school I would have to get a job or move out. The moving out part was of course an essential in either case; I would be forced to move out eventually and for my dad the sooner the better.
He`s been a real prick since my mom died, I was ten he was an ass and thought it good riddance. Married some tramp who lied about being fixed now he is stuck with her and her little brat, sometimes I wish I could rip that little monkey`s head clear off by the way he acts around the house.
One time my dad beat the shit out of me because my little half-brother stole the car and crashed it, the kid made it seem it was my fault for not watching him. I wasn`t even asked to, I wasn`t even in the house I was at school. Maybe if I was a smarter person I would be excused by good grades or more athletic I could have made my dad proud on the football team.
In either case I failed miserably, except art and music. I did very well in those classes, but my dad squandered what mom left me for my choice of career on his new wife so I am not going to any art school or theatre class.
All in all I have been sentenced out here while my father and my step relatives go to Disney world for spring break. Me being 'too old' for the theme park was left at my aunt's place for their return, in truth I wish when they arrived they found me dead or better yet worse off than dead. God how I wished I died any gone to who knows where, I mean life isn't that great and death well all you do is rot so who's to say that's any better than rotting while smelling good right?
The heat was getting to me then, I remember feeling very dizzy and uncomfortable. I wish I had brought some water, but I was so rushed out I didn't even think about the condition this kind of heat would have on me, so I started back to my aunt's place.
Walking a good ten minutes before my legs started to ache taking a deep breathe I limped to a nearby rock and sat down. The rock was big and round on top, it stood about five feet off the ground but it offered me a place to sit down and rest my legs, even though the round top dug into my ass a bit.
Rubbing the back of my neck I gave a deep sigh and looked around, seeing beside that long stretch of road nothing but green fields, endless blue sky with not a cloud in the sky. Trees scattered that area as I remember it, but I wasn't one to describe scenery with words.
From a painters frame of mind I saw at least eight colors of green coloring a knee deep length of carpet life all over the floor. Field fences blocked but couldn't restrain the growth of the greenery from spreading outwards and touching the horizon at the edge of my eyesight. Sure it reached up to touch the ocean in the sky, the deep blackening blueness seemed to drain upwards. A spark of fire lit both the green carpet and the depended ocean in-between the deep expanse between the two worlds. One I wished to fall into and drown in a delighted coolness of numbing death, a fine resting place for a weary soul. However I was trapped in perpetual life of greenery that seemed uncontained by all these fences sightless distances, and even through a colorless wall cuts it in half it doesn't seem to mind.
The soul seems to flower where I was seated but all in all I didn't wish to spend another moment there, all in all I just wanted to fly into that sky, all and all I just wanted to drown in skin bleeding waters and die softly. It was enticing offer my mind made again and again, but it didn't sound true in reality. Such peace and solace just broke my mental bubble and caused me to stir away in my self-pitying fantasy.
I was lifted my head up, so my chin stuck up into the sky, my back arched back, and I let the sweat fall in trickles down my enflamed forehead.
My blissful acceptance of the midday heat was disturbed by a sudden "HONK! HONK"! The noise roused me from my place on the rock and I feel backwards hard on the ground. With my chest pumping and my eyes opened wide enough to be scorched by the humid sunlight.
Standing up suddenly to fully alertness I was succumbed by a nauseating dizziness. It was not a good idea to get up so fast in such humid an atmosphere. Leaning against the rock I felt a long throbbing headache start playing drums on the veins in my head.
In between the heated day and the deepening pain in my head I managed to open my dry eyes and look at the culprit behind the noise that roused me from my seat. Luckily the fall didn't hurt due to the soft green flooring but the noise allowed that headache too steep in, I was wanting to scream out 'fuck you' to the driver of that old rusted out piece of shit truck, but I too startled by that noise to thing properly.
I shut my eyes and tried to think of subtler and quieter things to subdue the pain in my mind but all in all it didn't help, so with the pain in my legs and in my head I started towards the house. My jogging pants were just beginning to bind up the crack of my ass and I just wanted a cold bath and to lie down, I didn't care if I was barely out an hour I was too tired to continue that torturous exercise.
I was half limping back to the house when I heard a sudden screech of tires behind me, turning my head I looked behind me to see the truck that scared the living hell out of me made a sharp turn to head back in my direction. At first I figured the old fucker driving was driving back the way he came so I paid it no mind as I continued on my way.
Legs now walking normally despite the pain in my arches I moved at my normal pace hoping to get back to the house as soon as possible.
I was just making progress when the truck that was seemingly a ways behind me sped almost right next to me while he veered off the road a bit with a booming "HONK! HONK"!
The sound of that and the sudden closeness of the large vehicle scared me beyond comprehension. I couldn't think then, as I clutched my chest and breathed in dazed wheezes, God I never been so scared in my life.
I was shaking and the sound of the trucks honking brought on a new headache, really irritable then I said out loud in a hoarse voice, "fuck you! You bastard piece of shit"!
I sounded like a fucking sheep going through puberty, of course I soon regretted saying those words as the truck made another sharp turn and roared down the road towards me, I figured I must have pissed off the crazy fuck driving it.
So breaking out of my leg lock stance I busted out of the stop I stood dumbly in and ran towards the fields. Climbing over the fence separating the field from the road I ran as fast as my numb legs would allow me as I heard the truck come to a screeching stop.
I was now officially scared out of my mind as a mental camera seemed to zoom out of my mind's eye and made a one eighty turn to show me running like a fucking retard with my arms flailing and my legs all aloof while moving and behind me was the truck.
I remembered so vividly it was like I was watching a movie it scared me on how fucking stupid I looked but not as much as what I saw next. From the truck came a large figure, like a damn horror movie it opened its driver's door and burst out. It was moving like something out of an anime series, that figure wore a large brimmed hat and a duster like a gunman in one of those apocalypse films, you know after nuclear war there is almost always a mysterious gunman in a duster and large brim hat. Well this figure from what I could see in my new sight of vision wasn't much to look at from what I could see but he did have nice eyes. Although at that time that's all the positive feedback I would give to that freak as I witnessed him move so fast that I barely saw him make any motion.
Coming to almost a complete stop right behind me I saw and somehow felt myself being lifted off the ground. Fuck I felt my heart beating so fast that I it seemed to knock the breathe right out of me, as I focused on breathing I felt my bodily eyes shut, but my new sight continued to give me a visual. Watching that freak from a long distance take me under an arm as he carried me like milk bag back to the road, I use milk bag as an analogy because like a milk bag I was moist from sweat both from the heat of the day and fear.
Thoughts swarmed my mind, will I be beaten to a pulp, butchered and left in a shallow grave, or something more sick minded. I thank those fucking crime shows on TV nowadays for giving me such a gruesome imagination. My new vision seemed to blur suddenly as they were suddenly zoomed into the figure holding me, a sudden pulse of unfamiliar force made me focus on him, suddenly the figure looked at my new vision. Like he saw me looking at him and was looking right back at me, those eyes so foreign yet so familiar. They seemed to call for me to stay, to be a guest in a parlour of untold hospitality and even more mysterious actions.
My out of body vision ended and I seemed to be non-existent in a blackened limbo till a loud clank made me eyes open. Not my outer vision eyes but my own eyes they seemed to snap out refreshed, a little watery but I was back into my own body seeing through my own eyes. I was sore all over as my head started to numb, my breathing was more easing as it took in the stale and sickening stench in my new surroundings.
I found I was inside the stranger's truck and it smelled like the time when the house back home sewers flooded into their backyard. However it wasn't a waste smell it was a long rot smell, with a fresh mixture of its old laying stench mixing with it as it brought a new sense of nausea to my nostrils. I was took weak and tired from the walk, the outer mind experience, and the fright to put any stock to the smell as I noticed the stranger opening the driver's door and in one leap hopped into his driver's seat.
Closing the door on his side with a rusted click I noticed how dark it was inside the truck and how the light out the front window seemed to only illuminating the outside of the windshield and seemed to be blocked from lighting the inside. My head made one sharp ping sound in my mind which caused me to wince in pain; I sat there with my eyes closed as my eyes watered up from the dryness that covered my body.
I was soon numb from the entire bodily ache and my headache by one touch by the stranger, he placed his hand on my head and with a sharp prick from his palm I felt the numbness ease my pain.
I swallowed dryly and said, "thank you" a little out of it, if I had been into it I would have said something like 'WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO YOU SICK FREAK! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! FUCKING CHASING ME AROUND! TRYING TO KILL ME YOU SICK MOTHER FUCKING, FUCK FACE, SHITTY FUCKY FUCK FUCKING FREAK! FUCK'!
I am glad I was out of it because what I know now from what I knew then tells me constantly tells me that would have been an almost fatal mistake. The backhand of the stranger brushed my head and I felt asleep as I heard the truck start and hearing it move down the road. It wasn't long maybe ten minutes when I was roused from sleep opening my eyes I felt an odd appendage sniffing at my hair. Opening my eyes drowsily I tilted my head to see the shadowy face of the stranger sniffing at my hair. I didn't have the energy to say or do anything to disrupt this action, but my eyes notice a familiar stretch of road and looking to my left I saw my aunt's place.
Then I figured it was all a misunderstanding in my mind numbing delirium, he must have felt bad and was driving me home. The sniffing I still thought was odd, but the stuffy dusty smell of the stranger made my breathing difficult, it seemed to get in my lungs and push all the air out of it.
Not wishing to suffocate I tiled my nose down to inhale the sickening stench air into my weakened nostril. The stranger noticed me movement and again came the palm patting my head, another sharp sensation and I felt numb all over again. I thought I heard my aunt's voice some ways away, then so suddenly the stranger moved away from me, and I remember a scream and sounds made by raw meat being butchered.
Even while I was so numb minded I knew that was never a good sign and I feared the worst of my aunt as my eyes shut completely on their own.
In that state of completely sleep I had eye fogging dreams of a night time ride, of an abandoned side of the road building. It was modern, and near an abandoned telephone line rusted and half fallen near a ghost town like area. Coming so close in a slow deliberate moment, and from there were pause and fast-forward scenes of the figure carrying bloodied sacks into the building while I was in the truck. There were at least ten of them and one was uncovered, it was my aunt she had not throat from what I saw and a look of perpetual terror on her aged face.
Years of stress and smoke made he looks a woman of late sixties when she was barely fifty but now she didn't have to worry about age as my numb mind comprehended her demise but didn't appreciate it or my own danger.
Picking me up the stranger didn't carry me over his shoulder like the rest he seemed to take care not to cause me harm as I remembered descending into darkness and then falling back into unconsciousness.
It wasn't until I started feeling an old ache in my legs again then the numbness wore off and I awoke. My eyes were dry near the pupil but a closed hard enough to make my eyes water, with my eyes refreshed a little I looked around my new surroundings, it was lit by a dull light bull in the ceiling.
The smell was unnoticeable but I also noticed that some salve was placed on my nose, I put my fingers on my nose and touched the salve and brought it to my vision. It was brownish red in color and a bit chunky in texture but it got rid of my sense of smell. Looking my surroundings more closely I noticed I was placed on a medical examination table made into a bed. I guess that this place used to be where dead bodies were processed and examined but was made into the strangers home. My new bed was comfortable; the stranger put two dirty white comforters on its top, with two large fluffy pillows and a warm quilt to cover over my naked body.
I of course wrapped the quilt around my tighter when I realized I was naked, the stranger being the sick freak that I thought he was at the time must have stolen my clothes.
So I was preparing to confront him but found my left angle chained to a bolted ring to the ground. Noticing the chain even though it was rusted, was also heavy and strong by the looks and feel of it, so I stayed on my bed and looked around, from the light given to the room I noticed three things.
The first and most important was the blood on the tables, floors, walls, and various sharp medical instruments around the room. The second the only way out that I could see was a large metal door which was closed and from my guess locked, and of course three there was an open magazines on gay porn on the table next to my bed. Looking at the page the stranger was on I noticed it was all related to gay virgins and how to safely have intercourse.
I squired at the thought of it, and that made me come to full awareness, something that also came to my attention was my ass. It was moist and slimly fearing I shit myself I checked it with a tab from my finger and found a dark greenish salve down there, venturing in a bit I noticed to my horror it was figured quite a lot. My situation was growing even dimmer, and new terror formed in my mind as I heard noises in the room next to mine.
I barely got on my bed and pretended to sleep when I heard the door burst open and quick moment that came up to my bed.
I wasn't much of an actor as I soon found out I opened my eyes wide after feeling the blanket being ripped off of me, and a heavy form press me down on the bed. I was in shock as I felt the strangers odd leather body on top of mine, from what I knew he was naked too and lifted my head I saw on top of me wasn't human.
In a second I felt my heart stop and a flash of white light rough humid breath was blown into my shoulder and neck as I came out of that state and one of pure terror. Looking to my side I saw those blue eyes looking into me, the face was one of a horror movie green and brown and grinning with those sharp teeth. I feared the worst, my death was going happen soon but the ideas of death were replaced by feelings of helplessness and a mix of pain and odd sensation of pleasure.
It started with a kiss intrusive, tasted like burnt toast and had the feeling of sand paper covered in flavourless jam. Tickling the nerves on my tongue and forced my face in place, I closed my eyes trying to succumb to a sudden urge to fight back and anger the creature. Placing its face on top of mine the kiss continued then releasing my mouth he gave small gentle kisses along my cheek and lapped his tongue around him neck.
As it rested its head under my chin I felt two strong arms lift my legs upwards, I tried to struggle but my hands were gripping the comforters on the bed. I remember the strain of the kisses made my nerves jolt and I had to grip on something, then before came the single most straining but enlightening moment of my life a soft whistle was blown in my ear as I felt a the creatures tongue lick the edge of my ear.
Then I felt it a large fist sized pointed slimy object poke on my ass, bulls-eye right over the hole. The lubrication did little to ease the head in but feeling my sphincter stretch and with the pain accompanying it I wrapped my arms around my rapist and held on for all it was worth. My legs shaking and my head nuzzled close to the creatures face as I let out a miserable whimper. After I felt the shaft move with little effort inside of me the creature let me legs go and I wrapped around his waist not wanting to make the passage harder on myself. Then I felt those arms wrap around me as it held me in place a hand on my back and on my head as it brushed my unsettled hair.
Then the creature pushed itself into me and pulled me towards it, I felt a straining pain rattle through my waist and up my spine as I finally felt its boney hips touch my ass. Breathing loudly I cursed to myself as tears formed inside my closed eyes, I was glad however to be dealing with a patient rapist, it waited long enough for me to loosen up, then he pumped that monster cock into me again and again.
It did it with enough force to lift my ass off the bed and slam back down again with each motion, at first it was an irritation to my insides but then my ass squeezed and it felt a little jolt. It reminded me of the jolt I get when I jerked off and the white spray would come squirting out, the feeling was unbelievable it was like my ass and penis were being stimulated by that monster. Harsh thrusts and precise jabbing hit me in the right spots I finally quite whimpering and started moaning and grunting, the numb pain and great pleasure made me start saying "oh fuck… aww fuck… aww this is so fucking great"!
Every time I let out those words I felt the creature give a soft grunt I knew it was pleased with my pleasure. I knew it killed my aunt and others but fuck that fucker would fuck like you wouldn't believe. I didn't care at that time whether it killed me afterwards I just wanted to be fucked up the ass by this thing whatever it was, after what seemed like hours I felt my cock shoot hot cum on my legs. Soon followed by an ass load of scolding monster cum inside of my bowels, after it came it stopped for a moment and gave me a few more thrusts and came a short but more impactful shot of cum.
I was actually happy to see it get that last bit of love juice out of its system. Giving a satisfied exhale the creature gentle removed itself from my insides, I of course was dazed and couldn't give much focus but I felt its rock hard lips moved down my body to my legs and with its rough slimy tongue it licked up my cum drenched legs.
It seemed to enjoy the taste of my cum as it sucked it off my cock and licked the trace amount from my cock it did it so well I rewarded it with a shot in its mouth which it suckled down gratefully. Then with a sudden, brief, and quick goodnight kiss I felt its palm on my head again, that familiar sting and I was out like a light. That was a good fucking way to lose my virginity I thought.
End of entry one.