The night was young. And as cheesy as the phrase sounded, it was true. Mere moments after the sun had descended into the sky leaving the little town of Lima, Ohio cast in a darkening glow illuminated by only the moon and imagination of the young and wicked. That and the modern street lamps that popped up like weeds all along suburbia. Can't have those kiddies wandering in the pitch black you know, evil things lurk in the shadows.
Oh, but don't believe that. Monsters hiding under your bed, boogie man in your closet. The rapist down the street: Eh, believe the last one ( He has been acting rather suspicious: but that is another story) but the former listings are not true. The real monsters the ones locked inside the human mind, body and soul. The ones that devour a person from the inside and slowly spread it's black tentacle like rays to hungrily pull in the less suspecting. The friends, family, peers and innocent. Innocent being Evil's favourite victim.
One night the evil got a hold of Lima's Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. The story is not one of joy, nor celebration.
With the man made street lamps casting a flickering sense of safety and glow, the people in the smaller neighborhood could sleep peacefully at night. The town had a wonderful police force and a small violence record. Criminal doings were a thing of the past. A fad cast out with modern inventions like pepper spray. No person in their right mind would go after a crazy middle aged house wife angrily waving one of those cans around. Truth be told, neither did their husbands. All in all, Lima was fairly calm, well there was drama. But only in the condiments of William McKinley High school. That place was a mad house. Jocks from a losing football team tossing slushies everywhere, Cheerleaders spitting out venomous rumours and a poor group of losers singing in a small club. In other words: An Icy Hell. Watch out for the grape slushies. Those stain the worse. Word of wisdom: Avoid wearing white to school if you are considered a "loser" by teenage social ladder standards.
One of those losers was the above mentioned Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel, senior, NYADA applicant an boyfriend to the charming puppy like Blaine Anderson. Life wasn't necessary bad for Kurt, but it was far from good. Now, don't worry, this isn't one of those self loathing stories. It's one of ultimate love. Tangled and twined with the most morbid of evil.