Chapter 3

Oh, where could they be?

Carrie ran her hand through her brown hair before she started. I really don't want to tell this, she thought. It was nasty and gruesome to think about. It made a chill run down her spine. "Um, well....you have to promise that you won't say a damned word until I'm finished, got it? I doubt you'll even believe me....I....."

"I'll tell you" Trish's interest was aroused. Maybe it was because she wanted to instill some fear in John and Zack. Maybe it was because she hated it and she wanted others to hate it.

"Just tell the damn story about what ever it is, ok?", Zack interrupted. Then a loud smack echoed in the diner, though no one bothered to look. "You ever get one of those feelings that some one is behind you Zack, some one really dumb??", Carrie asked, talking to him as if she had known him for a long time. Trish continued, a bit annoyed.

"Sometimes you ride in a car. You pass by those deserted buildings, or houses and think you see something move. In the shadows? Well what I saw was something from the darkest shadows. It wanted something...and that something is part of you"

"What is this, some kind of boogeyman?" Zack once again knew he had said the wrong thing when he said "Boogeyman" Zack knew well what that meant to John, who it meant.

Ignoring Zack, Trish continued. "It wants to scare you, so it can smell the fear on you. Then it knows what part it wants from you"

"Part?" John echoed. To him, even after what he had seen, this seemed far fetched. Looking out the window for a moment, he saw storm clouds gathering on the horizon.

"Then this thing, it takes that part it wants, and believe me, it takes it. This thing is some kind of Demon. I remember when I was in the car with.....Dar.....with my brother and we ran over it so many times I can't count, and it still got my brother......" Trish's voice trailed off and that faraway look took over the angered one that was on her face before.

Carrie took over now. "Yeah, that's about it, though I don't why we told you, strangers and all."

"Like I said, you'll never see us again after tonight", John said a bit flatly. The waitress brought over John and Zack's food. Zack had nachos and chili and John had gotten A hamburger, like The Girls. "Interesting story', John continued. "It seems far-fetched, like the swamp-thing"

"Yeah, but this was a.....Demon." I knew you wouldn't see it our way, believe us" Trish said the last part bitterly.

"Hold on, alright? You don't know fear like I do! You have never had a psychotic masked killer after you. It didn't kill your mother!"

Carrie was taken aback by what he said. The way he said it, she knew that he was telling the truth. What horror had he seen? As far as this stuff goes, neither her nor Zack had seen any of this shit. "Why don't you tell us your story?"

"Yeah, better give our share, John"

John squeezed his glass tight. He hate Michael Myers with all his being and soul. But if Trish had told her side of the horror, he had to, to. He couldn't look like a chicken.

"You know what you said about dark shadows, Trish? Well He's the darkest of shadows. The human part of him died long ago, and he's still out there, looking searching and disposing of any that get in his fucking way!" John looked away for a moment. The next part was going to be hard.

"my mother's sister was killed by her brother, Michael. He was sent to a mental institution. Fifteen years later, he got out, just like that and came after her again. She escaped, he disappeared. Faking her death awhile later, she came to California, and was the...the headmistress of a school." John must have paused for to long because Zack nudged him to continue. "Right. Then, twenty years after he came back again to kill MY mother, there he was.....There was lots of confusion and, well, my mom killed the wrong person. Cut his head off with an ax."

"An ax?" Trish had finally spoken up. Her story was weird, but his was downright terrifying. "Go on, I'm listening"

"Then she was put in a sanitarium. He found her there. I was told it was suicide, but I know the truth. I have one hell of a scar on my leg from him stabbing me.

"So his name was Michael?" Carrie asked

"Michael Myers" Zack kicked in.

"Who was the 'thing' you talked about, Trish?", John asked.

"The Creeper. Every time we heard the song "Jeepers, Creepers...." on the radio, the Creeper was near. I guess so any how"

"Looks like we both have seen weird shit" John said, smiling somewhat. "Where are you guys staying? It's almost dark."

Trish spoke. "Down the road a bit, a hotel. Probably not the best place, but it'll do. Called the Tumble Inn or some shit"

Zack brightened up. "Really? That's where we are staying!

We could see each other in the morning or what ever."

"Alright let's go then, get a move on it" Carrie spoke as she got up. Putting down a twenty down for all four of them. "I'll pay. Just give the cash later"

Trish, John, Zack and Carrie left