Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Nope.

A little bit different than what I'm use to. I've never written a horror story before. My brother was letting me drive down rural roads (I've at last received my learners permit) and our car broke down. We spent 2 hours across from a creepy abandoned church, and I have a great (and sometimes a huge curse) imagination.

So I created creepy scenarios, and put the Glee cast in there, and I created this!

This is just a prologue, so it's okay to wonder "what the hell is going on?" I'm not telling who's going to die, or who will die first (because people will die).

You can tell me who you want to die first, and I'll think about it :)

Warnings: Blood, curse words, suggestive themes (wanky ;D), and basically a big glob of RATED M

Starts out in a random woman's POV

I edit so all mistakes are my own :P

It was a hard day at the hospital and I couldn't wait to get home. It wasn't like me to get home this early so my husband Richard would be surprised. My blood sugar wasn't close to being normal, so I had to get home. It wasn't like me to whine about having diabetes. I've had it since I was 3 and it was something you get use to after awhile. I could have easily stayed at the hospital.

No, the real reason I wanted to get home is because of the mess in the ER. A little girl, only six years old, was brought in today. She had several injuries because of her father's stupidity. He was driving her to her mother's house for the weekend, and he crashed. He was drunk.

Even though it made me feel bad, I was upset that he survived. Needless to say they lost his little girl in surgery.

I couldn't stay much longer after that.

I sigh, as I pull up to the stop sign. I gently let my blonde hair out of the ponytail it was in, and I look in my rear view mirror. There are no cars behind me. So I fumble with the radio station for a bit, and settle on alternative rock.

I find myself questioning my choice to become a nurse every time a fatality like this happens. It brings in good money, but I wouldn't consider myself rich. I have a nice house though, in a rural area.

I look around me for a second, it's a nervous habit I have. I'm surrounded by cornfields and it's a bit unnerving. I turn on my turn signal, and I turn right.

I would never turn left.

It would be a much quicker drive if I turned left. I could get home at least ten minutes earlier, and have a glass of tea. I wouldn't be by myself, because I would have my husband Richard to talk to.

I avoid turning left on Oak road, because of what is a few miles down that road. It's Hush Cabin, and the name itself is creepy. It was a legend at first. The usual legend, that if a person were to stay in the cabin, they would be murdered. They would turn up the next day mutilated beyond recognition.

I never believed in it. Well, I never really thought it could be true, until last year.

Three teenagers were found. The sight was so gruesome that my husband Richard, a long time CSI agent, had to leave the scene. After that, I always avoid driving past that area.

I pull into my incredibly large driveway, and put the car in park. I sit in my car for a minute or two, with my head resting back. It's been such a long day.

I finally get out of my car, and I lock the doors. I'm thankful that Richard left the porch light on for me, because I fumble with my key for a bit. I finally unlock the door, when a hear a crunch of leaves.

I pause for a second and look behind me. I don't hear it again, but my imagination is already running on a rampage. I quickly open the door, go inside, and slam it behind me.

I don't hesitate to lock it.

"Nervous?" Richard chuckles behind me. I jump a bit, and quickly turn around. I have my hand over my chest and my breathing is a bit heavy. "Jeez, Ellie, it's like you've seen a ghost." He comes over and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Just a bit spooked. You know how I get when I drive by-" I pause. He looks down at the ground and I see his face grow grim. I press my hands to his chest and smile a bit. "So, what's cooking?" I ask.

"Nice subject change." He winks. He pulls away from me and goes into the kitchen. "I have cooked Mac n' Cheese!" He announces proudly.

I roll my eyes and I fall onto the sofa in front of the television. I pull my shoes off and rest my feet on the coffee table. "So, are you trying to make me fat Richard?" I call to him. I flip on the television. I'm glad that tensions are finally easing up.

He comes in with two bowls of Mac n' Cheese. He sits one bowl in front of me and sits down on the sofa with the other bowl on his lap. "Bon Appétit!" He smiles at me. He immediately starts digging in.

I eat slowly. I still catch myself looking out the window every now and again. It's silly for a 34-year-old woman to be scared of monsters. It wouldn't be that big of a deal, if I didn't have this stupid gut feeling.

"I will be right back my darling." Richard continues in a phony french accent. "I have to use the John."

I smirk a bit and roll my eyes. He stands up and jogs to the bathroom, leaving me alone in our living room. I shrug off this gut feeling and continue eating. It's then I see two figures cross by our window.

I look up quickly and set my food back on our coffee table. I flip off the television and stand up, as if I could get a head start if someone were to break into our home. No one storms in, and I'm about to shrug it off again.

That's when someone starts knocking on our door. No, they aren't knocking on our door. Someone is pounding on our door; they're absolutelybeating on our door.

I jump and cover a little squeak of fear with my hand over my mouth. "R-Richard? Are you expecting someone?" I call to him. I know he can hear me because the bathroom is down the hall.

"No." That's the only response I hear from him. His voice isn't scared, or even curious for that matter. It's one word, and it feels so blunt coming from my Richard.

I walk to the door, and the person is still knocking. They're knocking a little quieter. Before I open the it, I press my ear against the wood of the door. My breathing quickens when I hear one small word come from the other side. It's a girl's voice, and it sounds so desperate that it makes my heart hurt.

"Please."

I quickly open the door, and when I do, I scream. It's not a quick squeal. I let out a blood curdling scream, and I know that Richard can hear it. I wouldn't be surprised if our neighbors, who live miles away, can hear me.

I didn't imagine a scene like this. Never in my worst nightmare did I imagine a scene like this. I knew that my medical training wouldn't even prepare me for a scene like this.

There's a girl in front of me, she's leaning heavily on my door frame. Her right leg is twisted in a bizarre manner, and there's blood coming from it. There's so much blood, that I'm wondering how she's even alive. I look harder and I sure I can see a bone sticking from her leg. Her hand is black and blue, and her lip is split. Her right wrist looks fractured, and there's blood running down her forehead, it's coming from her scalp. She's whimpering and shaking her head.

It's her eyes though. Her eyes are staring into mine. They're wide and scared. She resembles a deer so much, and it's frightening how scared she looks. She's holding onto a boy.

She holding onto that boy with her left arm, and supporting him with only her left leg. I can't imagine how she made it down here, and I can't imagine how much pain she is in.

I can't even imagine how she could make it on only adrenaline.

The boy is barley conscious. His eyes are fluttering, and I'm sure he's going to pass out. He has half a shirt on, and it looks like it's been torn to pieces. He has marks running down his back, to his shoulders.

He's been whipped.

His arm is twisted oddly and his face is black and blue. I look closer, and my stomach twists in disgust. I can't believe what I'm looking at. His lips have been sown.

They aren't sown all they way, only a little bit of the left side. It looks as if they got away before he was further mutilated. They both have chunks of hair missing, and small cuts on there face.

I can only let out one word.

"Richard!" I scream. "Oh my God! Richard get down here."

I can hear Richard running down the hall. When he arrives in the living room, he gasps. "Oh my-" I can hear him mumble. I don't have time to turn around because both the girl and the boy fall into my arms.

I stumble a bit, but I stand up straight. Richard is at my side, and he takes the girl from my arms. He carries her to sofa and sits her upright. She looks so much like a mutilated doll, and it's frightening.

"S-Shut the door!" She suddenly screeches. She tries to get off the couch, but she falls back down with an agonized groan. "Shut the damn door! He's coming for us- He's coming for us! Lock it!"

My blood runs cold, and my eyes meet Richard's. I'm terrified by how scared he looks. He quickly shuts our front door, and locks it. He flips off the porch light and leans against the wall next to the door.

"Richard, get the back door. I think it's unlocked." I whisper to him. He nods and walks in the kitchen. I sit the boy next to the girl, and she stares at him longingly. She's sobbing a name, but I can't seem to make it out.

Richard comes back shortly and he has our phone in his hand. He sits next to me. We're sitting on the sofa right of the two teenagers. I stare at them, and I'm starting to get worried at the boy's state.

"What happened?" Richard asks the girl. He grabs her good hand, and she stares into his eyes. She has tears welling up in her giant eyes, and I'm sure she's going to break down again.

"T-They're all... dead." She whimpers. I gasp a little, and I cover my mouth with my hand. I can feel tears starting to form in my eyes too. She shakes her head and looks at the boy. She looks back at us. She has a small smile on her face. "It was just a trip. J-Just a fun trip. W-We won nationals a-and..."

"What are you talking about? Where are you from?" I ask her.

"L-Lima Ohio. We're from McKinley High School. N-New Directions is our Glee Club..." She pauses for a second, and starts trembling again. "They're all dead!" She cries out.

The boy is mumbling a name now, and his eyes are glazed over. I can't waste anymore time. I get up and head to our room. I have to get my medical kit ready and help these kids as good as I can.

Before I leave the room, I whisper to Richard. "Call 911. Try to get more information from her."

I find my first aid kit under a picture of our 4-year-old son, Teddy. It was a good thing he was staying with his grandmother this weekend. When I re-enter the living room, Richard is glaring at the phone.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"The phone. I-It's saying service isn't available. It's as if..."

"Someone cut the line." The girl mumbled.

I looked at her, and then back at Richard. "What the hell do we do?" I cried out.

"I don't know, Ellie!" He snapped. He rubbed his face roughly and slammed the phone back on the coffee table. "I don't know what the fuck to do!"

"He's found us." The girl whispered.

Richard and I stare at her. It was then we both realized what we had got ourselves into. These two kids had went to Hush cabin and now they were paying the price.

Reviews are appreciated :)

Things will start to make much more since, because the next chapter will be in third person. It's the Glee kids trip, and it's like 4 days prior to this

Also, you don't know who the girl and boy. But if you read my stories you can probably guess. The girl isn't correct, not everyone is dead. Though most of them all.