A/N: Okay I'm doing this out of complete boredom so sorry if there are mistakes. I've seen the movie on demand a week ago with my friend and we both liked it and I was sort of planning on making a fanfic of it anyway. Also I don't know much about Connecticut 'cause I'm an Okie, Oklahoman to be more specific , I never left this state besides going on visits to relatives or religious reasons to Kansas, Arkansas and Lousiana. I'm trying to do my research and stuff. Plus I seen the documentary and I was thinking of adding some references of that in here and maybe a slight crossover of An American Haunting. And remember this is a prequel (I guess) and is based in the late sixites. I hope you enjoy this and please review. I need feedback! :3
Disclamer!: I DON'T OWN HAUNTING IN CONNECTICUT!! I ONLY OWN LAURIE CHALLONER AND ANY OTHER OF MY OCs
Bad Moon Rising
By: BadLuckCat
Chapter 1: The End is Coming Soon
May 24, 1969
Despite the light summer breeze blowing inside through a rolled down window of a '66 Ford Galaxie it was very hot in the car parked in front of a gas station. A young teenage girl with dark chestnut brown hair, a heart shaped face that was etched with pain and ghastly milky pale skin sat miserably in the passenger seat, leaning against the window pane. Sweat was pouring down her forehead and her baggy grey woolen turtleneck sweater didn't help with the heat when it was late spring, about to be summer. Her hand gently squeezed a water filled Ziploc bag, it was cool to the touch and it had already begun to sweat with precipitation.
"Okay, I paid the gas and we're already to go," A woman soon slid into the driver's side. The woman looked to be the complete opposite of the younger girl with dirty blonde hair, a round face, tanner skin and more developed in her curves. She also wore a pair of glasses.
The younger girl lifted up her hand that was clutching the opening of the Ziploc bag presenting it to the woman. "It melted," she stated as she continued to look distantly out the window.
Irritably the woman groaned, "Laurie, didn't we refill that, like a while ago in the last town?"
"It melted because of the heat, Mama." Laurie, who was the chestnut haired ghostly pale girl, simply replied to her mother.
The older woman snatched the bag of water out of Laurie's hand. "Fine, I'll refill it but let me see your eye first."
Laurie gave her mother a sideways glance before she turned completely around revealing a badly bruised right eye that was almost swollen shut. Her mother gently grabbed her chin turned her face to the left to get a better look at the black eye. The older woman gave a hiss before she let Laurie go.
"At least it looks a lot better than the day you first got it," Her mother stated as she got back out of her car, spilling the water out of the Ziploc bag and headed inside the gas station store.
Laurie then moved back to her original spot in her seat. Her dark haired head lying on the car door window pane and looked across the street at the church. As she continued to look around with her good eye she started to think about the situation at hand at the moment.
'Hmm, let's see…mouth off to school she-bully on the last day of school, check! Get beaten to a pulp, Check! Take the blame for she-bully and make it believable and get disappointed looks from the teachers, principal and my own mother, check! Surviving the punishment mom has in store for me, not check.' Laurie finished her listing just when her mother slid into the driver's seat and tossed the bag of ice at the teen that easily caught it. She started the car up, turned the radio on and then drove out of the gas station. Laurie placed the ice bag on her black eye.
"Don't leave it on there for too long," Laurie looked over at her mother as she spoke to her. "You might get frost bite."
Laurie didn't say anything but just sank deeper down in her set. She didn't know what was up but her mother never treated her like this before. All because she 'started a fight' she was now proclaimed as a bad kid, a trouble maker. Hell, she never ever gotten into a fight before much less getting the shit beaten out of her, so why is everyone treating her like she was now public enemy number one? Lady luck most certainly was not her best friend.
"You know, this Charles Manson guy and his 'family' have been awfully quiet lately have you notice?" Laurie turned her attention to the radio spokes man. A scowl graced its way on her mouth, 'Why can't they worry more about this guy than on me?'
"I swear that man is the devil himself or the antichrist," She heard her mother say out of the blue before she changed the station. When she finally choose something the song 'Sugar, Sugar' by Archie flooded the all the silence around. Laurie watched her mother tap her fingers on the steering wheel along with the rhythm of the song, mouthing the lyrics to herself.
Laurie sighed and returned looking outside the window. Houses, old town buildings and other scenery passed by her vision but she didn't pay attention to it. Her mind wandered around many topics never straying specifically on one. Mostly she wondered about her purpose in life. Why had God put her here on Earth when there wasn't anything great that she could do? She had no talent that she could think of, no friends or anything that she could consider a companion. Hell she never had a boyfriend or any boy that she could think of that had any attraction towards her. Plain and dull was the only thing to sum her up as. She had nothing going for her! And God knew she hated to admit it but she just felt so lonely it was depressing. She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't notice that the music's volume had decreased or her mother constantly calling her name.
"Laurie Annabelle Challoner, listen to me when I'm speaking to you!" Her mother hollered at her. The teen whirled her head around to face her mother. Her hazel green eyes grew to the sizes of dinner plates and her pale skin and the dark bags under her eyelids were now more visible and made her seem more dead than alive. Her mother's sudden proclamation caused her heart beat to quicken and pale in fright.
"Uh, w-what did you say, M-mama?" Laurie stutters as she tried to calm her quickened heart and shocked nerves.
"I said you better behave yourself when you're at aunt Lil's," Mrs. Challoner muttered irritably as she focused her glaring eyes on the road ahead of her. "You know she doesn't normally do this but when I told her about you getting into that fight she knew that she needed to come into the scene again. Also remember she doesn't like kids, much less teenagers so try not to get on her nerves and do as she says. This is a punishment not a vacation, got it?"
Laurie just mumbled a yes. She heard the volume of the radio getting louder and concluded that was all her mother was going to say to her for the rest of the trip. She averted her focus on the music whether she liked it or not.
Now Laurie's aunt Lil was her mother's older sister by ten years. She didn't know much about her aunt besides from the rumors and stories she heard about her from relatives. The last time she seen her aunt was when she was six and was scared half to death with the prank Lil had pulled. Lilith was the toughest and meanest woman Laurie knew or heard about.
When Lil was younger she had to fight constantly to defend her little sister. Later when she started getting older she obviously got introduce to a lot of horrible things but her main favorite was alcohol and man could she hold it! But unfortunately after her first arrest for assault to a police officer and spending ten years in prison Lil had decided to tone it down a bit. She wasn't as crazy as she had been when she was a teenager.
But there were three certain traits she knew about her aunt though. She was an anti-social, foul mouthed bitch. And she hated kids with a passion. Laurie didn't know if she should feel honored that her aunt was making an exception for her case or to crawl up in a corner in a fetal position and start hyperventilating and crying in terror. Oh the horror!
The welcoming sign of Goatswood passed by quickly. Laurie turned and tried to arch her neck to see the rest of the sign before her sore muscles wouldn't let her. She returned back to her previous state and rested her head back on the window pane listening to the music. Soon another song had ended and the radio D.J. began talking,
"That was Suspicious Minds by the king of rock himself, Elvis Presley. Next up is C.C.R.'s new hit Bad Moon Rising," After that was said an upbeat rhythm of guitars and what sound like maybe a drum in the background started to play and soon followed up by John Fogery's singing starting up with the lyrics,
"I see a bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today."
Though it seem a bit odd but the moment that song started playing was when they had enter Goatswood she tried not to think about, 'But it just seems as if its screaming a bad omen.' She silently growled to herself. 'Oh shut up, Challoner its ideas and thoughts like these that get you into trouble so stop it!'
Laurie was a pretty skittish girl and could be easily scared of anything. It was superstitions that mainly fuel her fear. It had made her very nervous and cautious about certain things and paranoid of almost anyone or anything. Because of this she was recently subscribed by a doctor to take pills every morning for her nervous system. Taking pills wasn't really her cup of tea but they helped in some ways more or less.
Right when the song had finished its two minutes and nineteen seconds, was when they had pulled into a long drive way on the side of a light tan two story house with porch that stretched along the front of the house. Mrs. Challoner put the car in park and then exited out.
"Get your things out from the back seat and meet me inside, will yah," She instructed before she headed toward the porch.
"Thank you! You're the best mom in the world for helping me with my things!" Laurie called after her, sarcasms dripping off her tongue before she heard the loud bang erupt from the front door.
She grabbed her large army green duffel bag and the smaller matching one. Just as Laurie turned around she spotted a peculiar shadowy figure appear and then quickly disappear in one of the upper windows. She gasped as she dropped her luggage. Once again her skin went sheet white and her eyes widen (well actually her good eye mostly did the widening.) giving the same resemblance to a doe act in head lights. Her mouth opened and closed and little sounds squeaked out.
'Okay, okay! Calm yourself and think logically, Challoner! Even though for as long as I've known aunt Lil likes to live alone and never likes having company over except now,' Laurie tried reasoning with her self to calm her nerves. 'Maybe she invited one of my cousins or has a friend in town that she has over.' Shakily she picked her bags up and slung them over each shoulder and trekked up the porches stairs and headed inside her aunt's home