Jeepers Creepers: The Creeper's Back
Chapter 1
It was the first day of summer vacation and Darry and Trish were driving home for the summer. On the way home, they started fighting, as they usually did. As they passed an old worn down church, Darry looked out the window and started to shake a little. ( For those of you who are wondering, Darry did die in the movie at the very end, but in my stories of Jeepers Creepers, Darry managed to escape from the Creeper and now the Creeper is out for revenge on Darry and Trish.) Trish looked out the window and winced as the horrible memory came flooding back to her. Darry had been taken and "killed" until she had found out otherwise when he showed up on the doorstep of the house. She thought of that day, and quickly pushed it aside when Darry started speeding up until they had passed the church.
"Darry, what are you doing?" she asked. She knew exactly what he was doing, and she didn't have to ask when she did, but she asked anyway, just to see what he would say. He didn't answer back, instead, he kept on driving. He occasionally looked back, and glanced at Trish, but other than that, he kept his eyes on the road. Trish knew why he felt like that. She had felt the exact same way when she had thought she had lost him forever.
Once they were past the church, he slowed down a little. He looked over at Trish, who had a worried look on her face. "Trish, what's the matter this time?" he asked. She didn't move. All she could do was stare at him and be thankful he was still with her.
When he leaned in to tap her on the shoulder, she quickly came out of it and almost slapped him. "Darry! What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded to know. Again, she knew the answer, but she asked anyway.
"Well sorry sis! I didn't know you were that much deep into your thoughts of the nice Mr. Poly Sci Track Team Guy." He answered sarcastically. He jerked his hand away before she could hit it, or even worse, him.
Sitting back in the seat, Trish calmed down a little. She was still in shock of Darry tapping her on the shoulder to talk to him, but he didn't have to scare her that much. 'Darry is such a brat sometimes.' She told herself. Although she didn't mean it, she still felt that way about him sometimes, but she loved him, she just hated to admit it.
Darry pulled into a diner just as the sun was setting beneath the horizon. Trish climbed out and he followed close behind her. Something about this place was very familiar, but they didn't know what it was. Entering the diner, they saw some people they recognized. "Something's goin on here, and I don't like the smell of this." Darry said, breaking the awkward silence in the room. Noticing everyone was staring at them, Trish moved to the center of the room, grabbed Darry and sat down at a booth with him.
"Darry, what the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked. She wanted to find out what was going on here just as much as he did, but she didn't want the people to stare at them while they found out. Darry just sat across from her, a blank expression on his face.
"Something tells me we shouldn't have come here." He finally whispered. Looking around, he saw everything he remembered the night he had been taken and supposedly killed. Trish looked at him, a look of worry and concern now shone on her face. She didn't like the sound of his voice, even if it was only a whisper.
Suddenly, the lights went out and everything fell silent. Darry and Trish looked at each other and then looked out into the darkness, not knowing what was there.
