I've been thinking of this fanfic for a while now. I was going to wait, but, since it's October, this fic is perfect for Halloween! I've always wanted to write a horror fic around this holiday. This will have spoilers for Glee season 4's The Break Up (and will take place after that), and Supernatural season 8's We Need To Talk About Kevin.
I do not own Glee or Supernatural. They belong to Fox and the CW respectively.
New York City, NY
"...I'm just saying that Broadway musicals are sacred for a reason. They should not be made into movies! If you can't afford to see a Broadway play, then save your money or get a second job!"
Rachel and Brody walked towards their class with Madam Tibbedeaux. Rachel was speaking.
"I think you're being unreasonable." Brody shrugged. "Broadway musicals were made into movies so people wouldn't have to pay eight hundred dollars to see it onstage."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "It's pointless to argue with you."
"Yet you enjoy it, anyway." Brody said teasingly.
"Keep telling yourself that." Rachel smiled. They walked into the room. "Hmm. Looks like we're the first ones here." She looked around. "You don't suppose anyone would mind if I did some vocal excercises?"
"Go for it." Brody waved to her and sat down.
Rachel smiled, nodded, and walked to the front of the room. However, the sight before her eyes made her scream loudly in horror. Brody jumped in surprise. "Whoa! Geez! What's the matter?" Rachel just pointed to a chair with the head of Carmen Tibbadeaux sitting atop it, eyes closed. Her face was ghastly white.
XXX
Later that day, Rachel walked into her apartment looking traumatized. Kurt sat on the couch reading a magazine.
"Hey, Rach. How was school?" Kurt asked. Rachel walked to the sink, turned on the water, and ran her head under it. Kurt raised an eyebrow. "That bad?"
Rachel sniffed and cleared her throat (and turned the water off). "Madam Tibbideaux died this morning."
Kurt looked shocked. "What? What happened?"
"Somebody cut off her head and put it on her seat in the Round Room." Rachel choked out.
Kurt looked sick. "Damn. That's sick."
"I am going to need a lot of therapy for this..." Rachel went into the bathroom. "So, how are you doing? Considering..."
"Oh, I'm just fine. I just keep thinking, why do all these warped people keep falling in love with me?" Kurt asked, shaking his head.
Rachel laughed lightly. "I wonder that about myself, too."
Kurt was silent for a minute. "So, I'm going home for the weekend. To visit my family. Isabelle's giving us interns a week off."
"And you're spending it in Ohio where your cheater ex-boyfriend lives?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Lima's not that small. I can easily avoid him." Kurt pointed out.
"Okay." Rachel paused. "I think I might go, too. To visit my dads."
"Won't that look suspicious?" Kurt asked. "A witness to Tibbideaux's decapitation leaves town soon after?"
"I've already been questioned by the police. I have a solid alibi which was backed up by my professors." Rachel explained.
"Okay. Cool." Kurt nodded slowly and smiled.
XXX
Lima, Ohio
A black car sped down the highway towards Lima. Driving was a tall, stocky man in his mid-thirties whistling to hard rock. Next to him was a taller and slightly younger man who was reading a map.
"Dude. There's only two Italian restaurants in this town. How is that possible?" Sam exclaimed.
Dean rolled his eyes at his brother. "Of all the things to complain about."
"I'm just saying, it's weird."
"Ooh, maybe we oughta check into it." Dean said sarcastically.
"You're annoying."
"You're a drama queen."
"Jerk."
"Bitch." They paused for a moment and glanced at each other. "Wow. How long has it been since we did that?"
"Years." Sam nodded slowly. He looked out the window in thought.
"I'm hungry." Dean said, finally breaking the silence. He looked around. "Ooh, hey, this place looks good."
"'The Lima Bean'?" Sam wrinkled his nose at the name. "Creative name is...not creative."
"Dude, who cares? I need food!" Dean whined as he got out of the car. Four high-school boys biked past laughing and singing gibberish. The two brothers walked into the restaurant and headed to the counter.
"Hey, they have pie." Sam noticed.
"Ooh, pie!"
"This is like the third time in an hour you said 'ooh'." Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Ooh. Ooh. Ooooohhhh." Dean said teasingly in Sam's face. They both snickered. Sam playfully shoved Dean.
"What can I get you?" The barista asked in a bored voice.
"Mocha latte for me, and...Dean, what do you want?" Sam asked.
"Pumpkin pie and non-fat mocha for me." Dean said.
"Have a seat, and I'll be back with your order."
The men nodded and found a table near a small group of high school girls. One was in a cheerleading uniform, one was dressed like a 60's go-go dancer, one was dressed in cheap clothing, and the last was a black girl...or boy, was it?
"Dude, I think that black chick is actually a transvestite." Dean whispered quietly.
"I think you might be right." Sam whispered back. "So, does that mean he's into dudes or girls?"
"I'm not sure."
Another brunette girl joined the girls. "Hey, guys."
"Hey, Sugar." Said the Asian girl. "So, did you guys hear about what happened to Karofsky last night?"
"Wasn't he the guy who tried to hang himself earlier this year?" Sugar asked.
"Who's Karofsky? That sounds like a vampire name." The girl in cheap clothing asked.
"He was outed and bullied viciously this past February. He couldn't take it, so he tried to hang himself." The Asian explained. "Now, he was found dead in his home. His lips burned off, and his hands cut off."
"Did he go to McKinley?"
"Well, yes, but he transferred at the beginning of last year. He used to bully Kurt because he's gay. They eventually became friends, though." The Asian explained.
"Maybe Kurt finally killed him." The cheerleader joked. The girls laughed uproariously.
"Good one, Brittany!"
"Guys, that's not funny!" The girl in cheap clothing said reproachfully.
"She's kidding, Marley." The Asian girl replied, putting a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Yeah. Kurt's idea of payback is challenging someone to a singing contest." Sugar piped up, rolling her eyes.
"True." The Asian girl nodded. "Hey, maybe it's Grudge Gwen."
"Who?" Marley asked.
Marley's friends all looked at her in shock. "You've never heard of Grudge Gwen? She's the town's ghost legend."
Sam and Dean's ears perked up. Ghost stories are usually true in their world.
"No, Tina, I haven't." Marley shook her head.
"Okay..." Tina scooted her chair in close. "Grudge Gwen was this high school girl my age who was viciously bullied. She became known as the first Lima Loser. After her untimely death due to a horrible prank, she haunted the hell out of her tormentors until they either went insane or killed themselves. They say that every ten years since her death in 1962, she possesses people who have been bullied or just plain treated like crap and vicariously killed and/or tortured their bullies and enemies, even if the victim either forgot about it or put it behind them."
"Unique thinks that's a load of crap." The black transvestite commented.
"Think whatever you wish, Unique. It's a ghost story." Tina replied.
Sam turned to Dean, raising an eyebrow. "Looks like we stumbled onto something. Vengeful Spirit, maybe?"
"Oh, totally." Dean nodded. "I'll see if I can get more info from these girls."
"Dean, don't even think about flirting with them. You're twice their age!" Sam glared at his brother warningly.
"Hey, one of them might be legal!" Dean protested. Sam held his glare until Dean gave in and sighed. "Fine. I'll try to resist."
"Thank you." Sam stood up. "I'm gonna get another coffee." Sam walked back to the counter.
"Hey, hot stuff. You new around here?"
Sam turned to see a tall boy with light brown hair, a giant smirk on his face, a blazer, and a coffee in hand walking up to him. He was already starting to get uncomfortable. "Uh...just passing through, really."
"Well, why don't I give you the grand tour? Maybe show you around the more...pleasurable sights in town?" The boy winked suggestively.
"Really, Sebastian?" The two turned to see another tall boy with dark brown coiffed hair, glasz eyes, and pale skin standing near with his hands on his hips and a slightly disgusted look on his face. "Why are you such a skeeze? You're so desperate for sex, you hit on a guy twice your age?" He turned to Sam. "Do you want to have sex with him?"
"Uh...no. I don't swing that way." Sam was getting very uncomfortable.
"See? It's settled. And he's straight." Kurt said to Sebastian. "You can go shave your back, now."
Sebastian scoffed. "You're calling me a skeeze? I'm not the one sleeping with random guys on Facebook like your boyfriend did, Lady Hummel."
"Oh my God, that was one time!" Kurt said, his eyes flashing with anger. "You better watch that cum-stained mouth of yours if you know what's good for you."
"I wouldn't utter threats. You know who my dad is. State Attorney? Ring a bell?" Sebastian said, folding his arms.
"Excuse me, isn't there a Congressman Hummel in Ohio?" Sam asked coming to Kurt's defense.
Kurt hesitated before responding. "Yeah. He's my father."
"Okay, well, in my professional opinion, Congressman trumps State Attorney. So, I wouldn't pass threats, either." He said to Sebastian.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at Kurt. "Well! If I'd known that...how come you never mentioned it? Daddy issues?"
"No. I didn't mention that, because unlike you, I don't need my daddy for everything." Kurt snapped.
Sebastian just shook his head and walked away. "Bitch."
"Slut." Kurt muttered darkly.
"That's not what your boyfriend said last night!" Sebastian quipped.
Sam half-expected Kurt to lunge at Sebastian. Instead, Kurt smirked at him. "Don't have a boyfriend, Sebastian. Try again."
"Don't waste my time." Sebastian walked off.
"I'm guessing you two aren't the best of friends." Sam guessed.
"That's putting it mildly." Kurt replied and extended his hand. "I'm Kurt."
"Stan Sorenson." Sam lied and shook his hand. He paused. "So...what's the deal with this Grudge Gwen story? I heard a group of high school girls talking about it."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "That's just a ghost story people tell in order to hopefully prevent bullying."
Sam nodded. "Um, I also heard that someone in this town was murdered. Karofsky, was it?"
Kurt looked down a little sadly. "Oh...yeah. David Karofsky."
"You knew him?" Sam asked. Kurt looked up and nodded. Sam pulled out his fake FBI badge. "I'm with the FBI. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"Sure." They found a table and sat down. Sam sent Dean a text to let him know what's going on. "So, were you close to David?"
Kurt shook his head. "No. I mean, we talked occaisionally, but, that's about it."
"How'd you two meet?"
"We were in high school together." Kurt answered. "That's pretty much it."
Sam nodded slowly. He could tell Kurt was hiding something. "Do you know if David has any enemies?"
"Not that I know of." Kurt shrugged.
"His hands were cut off, and his lips were burned. Any idea why?" Sam asked.
Kurt shook his head. "That's kind of a weird way to die."
Sam nodded in agreement. "Okay. Thanks for your time." He stood up. "I'll let you know if I have further questions."
"Okay." Kurt stood. "Good luck."
"Thanks."
XXX
Later, Sam and Dean got a room at a motel. Sam went to work on his laptop for any articles about Grudge Gwen.
"Gwen Thomas. Born September 4th, 1945. Died on October 10th, 1962 of food poisioning." Sam reported. "She was born in Lima, and she died in Lima. Hmm."
"Was she cremated?" Dean asked.
"Yep. Her ashes were scattered in Lake Eerie." Sam replied. He looked up articles in 1972. "Oh. Looks like ten teenagers and one teacher were murdered in a fire at North Lima High School. Arsonist claims she was possessed by a ghost. She was later admitted to an asylum."
"Which one?" Dean asked again.
"Cincinnati Mental Health Institution, but, she died five years ago. Starved herself to death." Sam sighed and looked up deaths in 1982. "Here we go: four girls froze to death after murderess tied them under a dock up to their necks...naked."
"Oh, geez!" Dean made a face.
"The murderess then drowned herself." Sam nodded. "I'm sensing a pattern here."
Dean groaned. "This is one smart bitch."
"Yep. 1992, two boys and five girls were all murdered in their beds by stab wounds. The murderer- who actually went to William McKinley High School- also claimed to have been possessed by a ghost. He went to jail for murder, and in 1995, was beaten to death." Sam looked up articles from 2002. "Ahh, here we go: the largest massacre yet. Twelve boys, six girls, and three men were murdered. Three were run over, seven were shot, five were drowned, one was suffocated, and the rest were strangled. Ouch. The murderer claimed to have been brainwashed into doing it, but wouldn't reveal who it was. He was put into permanent house arrest in a cottage outside of town. He still lives there."
"Great! Let's go question him!" Dean jumped up and grabbed his jacket and keys. Sam got the address and followed suit.
XXX
When the Winchesters got to the cottage, an ambulence sat outside. "Oh, come on!" They got out of the car and walked to the paramedics and showed them their badges.
"Agents Joseph and Sorenson." Dean introduced. "Can you tell me what happened here?"
"Man was found dead in his bathtub." The paramedic answered. "Slit throat."
"Who found him?" Asked Sam.
"An anonymus phone call."
"Oh. I know this is a weird question to ask, but...was there any weird smells like sulfer or any cold spots in the house?" Dean asked.
The paramedic looked confused at the question. "Um...I have no idea what sulfer smells like, but, the house was definitely cold."
Sam and Dean looked at each other and nodded. "All right. We'll just have a look around."
The house looked clean. There was no sign of a struggle or of a break-in. There was definitely sulfer, though.
"Wow...she must have gone through a lot of trouble to cover her mess up." Dean commented.
"Well, she's had fifty years of practice." Sam shrugged and sighed. "I did find this, though." He handed a scrap of paper with writing on it. "It's the address to this house."
"Yikes. Looks like she's slipping." Dean pocketed the paper. "All right. Let's get out of here before she comes back."
XXX
Sebastian slammed his book shut, sighed, and rubbed his eyes. Dalton was challenging. Even more so that he has more on his mind than homework, lacross, and men. He had been usurped as Warbler captain. Yep. You read right. He, Sebastian Everett Smythe has been usurped. He was so shocked that he just gave up on his so-called pranks most of the time. He stretched, stood up, and put his books back in his backpack. He exhaled and was shocked to see frosty air coming out of his mouth. 'Weird...' Sebastian turned to the floor-to-ceiling window and saw that it was open. The promiscuous warbler walked slowly towards the window and looked outside. It wasn't cold enough to create frosty breath. Was someone pranking him? He scoffed and closed the window. He thought he saw a ghostly white, transparent girl reflected in the glass. He whirled around, but, instead of a girl, stood Kurt glaring at Sebastian with purest loathing. Sebastian sighed in relief and chuckled and clapped in amusement.
"Very clever, Gay Face." Sebastian said, walking slowly towards him. He spread his arms out. "You got me. Huzzah."
Kurt kept his glare on Sebastian. "You almost tore me and the one person I care about most in the world. You made him emotionally cheat on me, you threw a rock salt slushy in his face causing him to get surgery. You blackmailed my best friend with a nude photo of her fiance- my brother."
"Oh, you mean last year?" Sebastian asked, rolling his eyes. "Yeesh. Talk about a grudge." Kurt thrust out a hand and threw Sebastian bodily against a wall without touching him. "What the hell?" He was then dragged along the floor and slammed against the opposite wall. The force dislocated Sebastian's shoulder and hurt his back. He groaned loudly. He was sitting in an upright position, hands at his sides. "Can't...move..." His eyes widened in horror as he saw Kurt heating up a knife in the fireplace. "What are you doing?"
Kurt didn't answer. With a gleam of malice in his eyes, he held the knife up and walked to Sebastian slowly. Sebastian felt his phone ring in his back pocket. He moved around to hopefully hit the answer button. "Help! Help!" Kurt grabbed Sebastian's phone and threw it against a wall. Sebastian glared at him. "You owe me a cell phone." Kurt kneeled next to Sebastian. He poked the edge of Sebastian's nose with the knife. Sebastian flinched as he felt the white hot heat of the weapon. Kurt stroked the knife down Sebastian's front until he got to his pants. Kurt put the knife between his teeth and ripped off Sebastian's pants and underwear. "You're not taking me out to dinner first?" He asked sarcastically. Kurt slowly turned to his victim. His eyes glowed white for an instant. Sebastian gasped. "You're not Kurt. Who are you?"
XXX
Nick walked cheerfully towards the Senior Commons. He was sent by Headmaster Ames to look for Sebastian as he had stayed up past curfew. As he walked down the stairs, he heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from the direction of the commons. He gasped and ran to the Common Room door. It was locked. "Hello?" He pounded on the door as the screams subsided. He heard rustling and finally kicked the door open. He gasped in horror as he saw Sebastian sitting lifeless against a wall. His front was bleeding profusely, and a knife stuck out of his right eye.
Well, what do you think? Too gory? Not scary enough? Let me know!