…Donna's possession made Hyde do bad things…what did Hyde see?
Bonus chapter 2.
Hyde thought it was a shame that, that cool car from decades past was left to rot in the garage of this
dilapidated mansion. He wasn't going to tell anyone in the gang, but this house was just a wee bit on the freaky
side. It was starting to get dark, why did they all need to be here just because Donna wanted to do a report
about the McMillan House? Granted Forman was probably hiding and shaking somewhere in the property, but
there was no reason for him to be here. But he wouldn't leave Jackie or Donna alone here. Kelso and Fez were
as equally useless in a crisis as Forman was; someone had to be the voice of reason. He walked in the back way
through the kitchen; he couldn't find any of his friends. He heard movements coming from upstairs and decided
to investigate, he hated walking and was almost ready to give up when he finally reached the door that led to
the attic, there was a rumor that Grandma McMillan's ghost was up there. He was relieved when he saw Donna
sitting in an old run-down rocking chair rubbing her arms back and forth.
"I'm cold." She kept repeating
"There you are Donna," he noticed the tape recorder on the floor, it appeared to be broken. "Are you okay?"
"I'm cold. So very cold."
Hyde did a double take when she reached with the movements of an elderly woman, for
what appeared to be a teacup that wasn't there, he watched her bring her hand to her lips and drink the
imaginary tea, the way you might do when you're playing kitchen when you are a child, but don't have any real
things to use, so you use your imagination.
He laughed, because what was the alternative, "Funny."
"Where's my shawl? I'm cold, so cold." Her eyes were devoid of emotion.
Hyde kneeled down refusing to believe in ghosts, anything paranormal. Only the government was out to get
you.
"Donna, what's wrong? Did something happen to F-Forman?"
She held out his hands, and he took them. They were cold. She felt like she was left in a freezer for a few hours.
"Please join me, and help me run this house…."
He looked into his eyes and stuck into her hypnotic gaze. She had the most beautiful blue eyes that he had ever
seen.
"You just need to remember the love that you felt."
"Okay."
Just do you job and you leave my beautiful Grandson to me.
He heard her commands, without her lips having to move.
Jackie
She peeked out of the room to see Hyde walking down the hall. "Steven! You have to come in here!"
"Look at this room! I know there's nothing in it and it's pretty beat up…but look at these closets…I would die for
closet space like this! Look at how many shelves there are for just shoes….! Some of them seem to have fallen
off….1, 2,"
He undid his belt and slowly walked towards Jackie who was still counting the shelves, her guard down, never
expecting the cool leather being clamped down on her neck.
"uh…." Hyde pulled as tight as he could, until her heels stopped kicking and her hands stopped trying to claw at
him.
When it was done, he carried her to what was the bathroom and threw her in the empty pit that used to
contain the bathtub.
He took the backstairs down to the kitchen. There was something that he needed there.
Fez
Fez' heart jumped sky high when he saw Hyde standing next to him.
"Where did you come from? This a very sad room. Look at the faded wallpaper, blue and pink teddy
bears…..none of the history of this house mentions…"
Hyde lunged the butcher knife into his stomach.
"Aii…"
He fell forward into the wall.
Eric
"Shit!" He ran upstairs and to the attic room when he heard rumblings coming from the various rooms. "Oh,
Donna…!"
"I'm cold, so very cold. Bring me my shawl."
He instinctively took off his hooded sweatshirt and put it over her shoulders.
"Something's going on…." He put his hand on what he was sure was once a beautiful baby grand piano. There
were several keys missing and there were layers of dust inside.
"Hold my hand, Chetty, I'm cold, so very cold."
Chet? As in Chet McMillan, the young Grandson of Beverly McMillan who was killed in a car accident after the
prom?
"It's me, Eric," Eric was afraid of leaving this house, they'd have to spend the night, "I'll hold your hands." He
kissed them, slowly being mesmerized by her stunning blue eyes.
I took care of it, they're all dead….I love you, my sweet grandson.
Do it, my sweetie, do it for, Grandma
He shared the same knowledge; he let go of her hands and walked to the storage area of the attic. There was
a trunk of old clothes and a small box. It contained a .38
Not wanting to disappoint his grandmother, he walked back to the sitting room and pointed the gun to his head,
there was one bullet left.
Kelso
Kelso stood on the diving board of the swimming pool, wanting to see if he could do something stupid at the
McMillan mansion. The board started to vibrate he slightly turned his head. "H-Hyde. Ha ha…very funny. There's
nothing for me to hold on to…stop it…H-yde, get off…."
Hyde swiftly pushed him off the diving board, Kelso let out a scream before hitting the bottom of the empty,
broken pool.
Hyde
He turned around and got off the diving board, there was one thing left to do. He sat by the gate and went in
his pocket.
He opened up the knife and slit his wrists.
The police came 3 hours later.
THE END