Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own the WWE or the wrestlers involved. If I did, that would probably be considered slavery, which, much like cannibalism is frowned upon in many parts of the world.

It's finally here! Can you believe it?

After more than five years, the main story is complete. But all that's left is the ending. How do we cap this story off?

Well, when I first started this story way back when, I thought of a couple of ideas on how to end it, mostly done in the style of horror films. But I couldn't really decide on which one to use.

But then, I decided to include all of them. After which, you, the readers, can decide on which ending makes the most sense and gets the best positive response and that ending will be the canon ending to the story.

Let's get into it.

DEVIL'S NIGHT

Ending Two

"No!" Paul screamed as he thrashed around. "No! No!"

A nurse came to Paul's bedside to try and help him in the throes of a nightmare.

Suddenly, Paul sat up, panting wildly.

"It's alright, sweetie," she said. "It's only a nightmare. You're safe now."

Paul looked around and noticed he was in a hospital room. But aside from the nurse, he wasn't alone. Two others were in the room as well.

A doctor approached the bed to assist the nurse in checking over Paul's injuries.

"From what I can tell, nothing major," the doctor said. "Just a few bumps and bruises. All he really needs is some rest and he'll be good as new."

"What's going on?" Paul asked as he lied back down on the hospital bed.

The other person in the room, a police chief, approached the bed.

"Well, looks like you've been through a lot," he said. "Your parents are on their way up right now. Can you tell us what happened out there?"

"Wait a minute," Paul said as he sat up again. "Where are my friends? What happened to them?"

The police chief looked down at his feet, unable to answer.

"They're all dead?" Paul asked.

"I'm afraid so, son," the chief said. "Some of my men found them in a hidden room within the cellar. They also found you in a boat out on the lake. We thought you were dead too."

The sandy haired college student looked down at his lap after hearing of his friends' deaths.

"So what the hell happened out there?"

"The Undertaker?" Paul asked as he looked up. "Is he dead too?"

"The Undertaker?" the chief questioned.

"Yeah," Paul nodded. "He was the one who attacked us. He's responsible."

The chief looked at the doctor and the nurse before looking back at Paul.

"Son, we found no other bodies out there."

"But I don't under…" Paul began.

But the young man didn't finish as he lied back down on the hospital bed. All the while, the three other people looked at him.

"He's still out there then," Paul said as he starred off into the ceiling without saying a word.

Instead, all he thought of at that moment was if the nightmare would ever really end.


Later that night, deep in the woods, the sounds came alive. The rustling of leaves, the language of the wildlife and even the swishing of the fall winds made the forest come to life.

But one sound stood out among all others.

It was the sound of someone whistling.

If someone happened to be there, they would say they spotted a dark figure stalking through the woods, always on the lookout for people entering his domain.

THE END

Oh, we're halfway there now. Only two more endings left.

So obviously, this is what I call my "Friday the 13th" ending. I guess I should say I don't own anything related to "Friday the 13th" just to cover my ass. But much like how the original movies were, there was always one survivor who managed to survive the horror while all their friends were killed. Most of them were women who refrained from doing anything "naughty," such as drinking, doing drugs and engaging in premarital sex. So in this one, Paul is the sole survivor and the Undertaker may very well still be out there.

Well, I hoped you liked this ending and will enjoy the others remaining.

Peace!