Chapter Two: Take Me Home
Author's Note's
This is a fairly short chapter, and will probably be the shortest of the chapters that I write. I wrote it as a separate chapter, because i felt it would be strange to read this tied in with the next scene's as one chapter.
P.S. I am currently looking for a beta Reader, anybody who is interested, and dedicated, send me a message.
Jericho, California
Halloween [Same Morning]
2.00am
Troy was speeding along a strip of road on his way to a Halloween party. This strip of road was new to him, as he had not travelled this way before. It was a five-mile stretch of road; massive trees towered over it on both sides. It was not a clear night by any means; fog swirled around the tree trunks of the forest trees that encroached on the long, thin strip of road.
'Certainly feels like Halloween,' Troy muttered under his breath, looking around at the depressing forest.
There was no pathway, no grass area separating the road from the forest. The trees stood at the roads edge. It made Troy feel as if he was imprisoned on this road, and his only way out was straight ahead; only, it never seemed to end.
Beep beep, beep beep.Troy jumped a little in his seat, startled out of his thoughts. He reached into his right leg pocket, and produced his cell phone. He looked at the caller ID; it was Amy, his girlfriend. He flipped it open.
'Hey babe, what's up?' He asked, in as macho voice as he could muster, a slight smirk appearing across his face.
'Hey, I was just wondering if you could come over tonight … and we could have a little fun …?' She partly asked in a seductive tone.
'I'm sorry Amy, I can't. There's this party I'm going to, and they'll kill me if I don't show. I wish I could though, babe, I really d -,' Troy paused. He was distracted by what appeared to be a woman in a white, torn up dress on the side of the road.
'Amy, I'm gonna have to call you back,' he closed his phone, not bothering to wait for a reply.
He stopped his car beside the woman, and opened his passenger side door. Now that he was closer, he noticed some finer details about the girl. She had long, dark brown hair, all matted and tangled together. Her dress was torn, and had holes all through it. It also looked as if she had been crying, as she had eyeliner running down her face. Under all of that, however, she really was stunning.
'Hey, hop in, I'll give you a ride,' Troy said in a slightly excited tone. 'Great costume, by the way; I'm headed to a party myself, where's yours at?'
The girl hopped into the car, and began to move her head around in circles, before looking at Troy in the eyes.
'Take me home,' the girl said, in a soft, yet emotionless voice.
'Yeah, sure, no problem,' Troy replied hesitantly, 'where do you live?'
'At the end of Bracken Ridge Road,' the girl replied, in that same cold, emotionless tone.
'Okay, well, you know … a girl shouldn't be out here on her own …' Troy said in a half whisper, with slight implication attached to his words.
The girl turned so that the left side of her head was nestled into the headrest of her seat. She closed her eyes slowly, and began rubbing her hands down her body. Troy couldn't help but look down towards her chest, and then further down to her legs. She began moving her hands up and down her thighs, pushing her dress further, and further up. Troy began to sweat a little bit, he chuckled softly, as if to say; I'm getting laid tonight.
The girl opened her eyes, again, slowly, and looked straight into his. Troy noticed that they seemed almost empty. It was like she wasn't even there, just her body.
'I'm with you,' she said, softly.
Troy turned away and smiled to himself. The girl reached over and grabbed his chin, softly. Her hand persuaded his head around to face her.
'Do you think I'm pretty?' The girl asked.
All Troy could muster was a soft, but pathetic, 'Mhm,' that could have been mistaken for a mouse squeaking, and a nod. His head was again, drifting down towards her chest.
'Will you come home with me?' The girl asked.
Troy's head slowly moved back up to her face, a perverted smile washed across his face. He laughed to himself. 'Hell yeah!' he replied, excitedly.
Troy started up his car's engine, and sped off along the long, prison like road once again; but this time with a beautiful girl by his side.
2.15am
Troy approached a run down house, which looked like it had been uninhabited for a good twenty years, at least. The house again reminded him that it was Halloween, and he was not keen on going inside. He turned towards the girl, 'C'mon, this isn't your house, you don't live here …?' he kind of asked, but kind of announced.
'I can never go home,' was all the girl said, but this time in a sad, and also frightened tone.
She closed her eyes, and slumped her head. Troy looked at her, and then back up at the house. 'What the hell are you talking about? Nobody lives here, and nobody has for a long time.'
He looked back to her seat. She was gone, vanished. He was extremely confused at that point. He didn't know what had just happened, or how the girl had left his car without him noticing. He looked in the back seat of the car. There was nothing, besides the couple of beer cans and 'nudey mags'. He turned back to face the house.
'Screw this … girl wants to play a joke on me, she is the one missing out,' Troy muttered under his breath. Besides, the house scared him, he wasn't exactly unhappy about leaving.
He started up his car, turned around, and drove off. He was about 15 minutes in the other direction when he started thinking about what had just happened, and just how strange it had been. He decided he would skip his party, and just go home. He had had enough Halloween crap for one night. He took a look in his rear-view-mirror.
'AHHH!' He screamed.
The eyes of the woman in white were staring back at him through in the mirror's reflection. Troy lost control of his car, and suddenly turned onto an old bridge, that had been blocked off from the general public, his car smashing through the wooden barrier, and coming to a halt in the middle of the bridge.
Troy continued to scream as he felt his insides becoming his outsides. The agony he was in could not be explained. His blood spurted all over the interior of his car, painting the windows crimson.
After a matter of minutes, silence.
