Matt had seen one two many movies where a crazed killer is chasing the victim and instead of running out the front door, they run upstairs. That wasn't a mistake he was going to repeat. He reached the front door, grabbed the knob and violently turned it.
"What is wrong with the door? Why won't it open?" He was beginning to panic.
"Don't break my door! Just unlock the stupid thing!" Stephanie said.
"I wouldn't go anywhere if you know what's good for your friend." The scream wannabe said in a muffled voice. He had a hold of Tiffany with one hand and was holding the knife with the other.
"Please don't hurt her." Stephanie begged.
"What the hell do you want you sick bastard?" Amy yelled, with a temper full of fire that matched her hair.
"What do I want? What do I want? Well, I want to give you a message."
"So, go on." All of Amy's fear was gone and was replaced with courage.
"I know that you are all familiar with Jeff Hardy."
"Oh God, please don't tell me that you hurt my brother."
"Many call him Mr. Extreme. Well as of today, he has a new nickname." The imitation scream killer released Tiffany, with his newly freed hand he brought it up to the mask.
"From now on, call him Mr. Halloween!" He unveiled his identity.
"Jeff!" They all screamed simultaneously.
"Jenny you can come out now." Jeff hollered into the kitchen.
She walked out covered in dry blood. Her hair, which was normally blond, was now a pale pink.
"Oh Jenny you look like the walking dead. I think it's the best you ever looked." Tiffany said running toward her best friend that she thought a minute ago was dead.
"Jeff you pull the same shit every year but dude you went too far this time." Matt was now scolding his little brother.
"Hey don't hate on me cuz you got scared and ran like a little kid." Jeff replied patting his brother on the shoulder.
"What was I supposed to do? Dude, you had a knife."
"Not real. Couldn't even cut paper." He demonstrated it on Matt.
"You will pay for this!" Matt angrily answered, walking away.
"Are you mad at me too girls?" He gave Amy and Stephanie his best pity look, puppy dog eyes with a pout.
"No, not really. I expected like a fake spider in my chair or something like you've done the past four years that I've known you. I didn't expect this. But although I'm not mad at you, remember this Hardy, what goes around comes around." Stephanie left him with that warning and followed Matt back into the entertainment room.
"What about you Amy?"
She just stood there with a scowling expression on her face and thought about his question for a few seconds. Unexpectedly, she balled her hand into a fist, pulled back her arm, and punched him with all her strength in his stomach.
"No, I'm not mad." She gave him a smile as she went to go hang out with Matt and Stephanie.
Stephanie, Amy, Matt and Jeff were all back in the entertainment room talking by candlelight. Tiffany and Jenny were in the kitchen cleaning the fake blood from the floor.
"You guys have to admit I really got you, good." Jeff said feeling proud of scarring the shit out of his friends and older brother.
"Oh yeah that was really good, making us believe that you were going to kill us." Matt said rolling his eyes.
"I don't understand. Jenny hates Halloween. Why did she agree to play dead for you?" Stephanie asked puzzled.
"Did you use your super Jeff charm?" Amy asked nudging him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Nope. I paid her. She plays a good victim. Besides, the look on all your faces was priceless." Jeff busted up laughing reliving the horror.
"You would never guess by looking at that sweet face that underneath lies the demented 'king of Halloween.' You have officially earned the deranged award this year." Stephanie said.
"Ever since we all started spending Halloween together, we always played jokes. If I recall correctly, you started it Steph. Does the remake of Night of the Living Dead, that you conjured up to scare Tiffany and Jenny, trigger any memory?" Jeff's eyebrows were raised as if he were waiting for a reply.
"Oh yeah that was fun dressing up as zombies and pretending that we wanted to eat their brains. I chased Jenny for like a good block. It's no wonder she hates Halloween." Matt said laughing.
"And Matt remember last year? Does the graveyard sound familiar?"
"I thought of that one all by myself." Matt sounded like a proud little schoolboy.
"Every year you guys went all out and what did I ever come up with? Lame fake snakes and spiders. This was my year to shine and shine I did!"
"Ok, so it's official, this year will go down as the year Jeff pulled off a miracle and sacred us with his Scream rip-off!" Amy said and everyone, including Jeff, began to laugh.
"Hey didn't Adam say that he was coming over?" Jeff asked over the laughter.
"He changed his mind. Said he rather sleep on his day off from the road than sit around and tell ghost stories. So the night is still young. Steph why don't you fill in Mr. Halloween on where we were planning to spend the remainder of the night." Amy said, changing the subject.
"Oh yeah, almost forgot the abandoned baseball field."
"You mean the one that has been closed down forever?" Jeff asked giving her a sour look.
"Yup, we were going to go hang out there, see if we could find the legendary Bob the Bandit." Steph had a big grin on her face as she explained their idea to Jeff.
"Let me get this straight. You want to go to the abandoned baseball field, which hasn't had a game played in it in for like a million years, and then you want to look for the stadium's old mascot, who is probably dead?"
"Don't tell me you don't know the history about the baseball field and why it was shut down?" Steph had a look of surprise on her face.
"Dude it's like the most exciting thing that has ever happened in this sleepy little town. Why don't you tell him Steph?" Matt said getting comfortable on the couch.
"Fifteen years ago, the minor league Fox stadium was the biggest moneymaker for this little town. Business was booming. Every season, the small thousand-seat stadium would be full of happy cheering people to support the hometown team. During breaks, when time needed to be killed, Bob the Bandit would come out and try to entertain the crowd. However, many fans would take this as their cue for a bathroom break. The remaining fans would usually heckle him and throw stuff. Jeff, you of all people should know how frustrating it can be when you don't get the reactions you want from a crowd."
"Actually, that sounds like something Matt has more experience with." Jeff said glancing at his brother and giving him a condescending smile.
"Funny!" Matt answered flipping his baby brother off. "Steph go on with the story."
"So anyway, none of these fans had any idea what was brewing underneath that oversized baseball head. Inside there was a man filling with anger and rage. He put his heart and soul into trying to make these people happy and they showed no respect. That resulted in his plot for revenge. He knew that the only way to earn respect was to put fear in them. If they still wouldn't give in, then they would die! Simple as that."
"Sounds like the guy wasn't getting enough oxygen underneath that baseball head, if you ask me."
"No one was asking you Jeff! Now can I please finish the story?" Stephanie was becoming agitated.
"Sorry. You don't have to bite my head off."
"Anyway, it was a hot mid July day, the seats packed with people. Bob decided that it was time to make his move. He loaded his two rifles, one for each hand, put on his baseball head and walked through the double doors that lead to the field. He felt as if he were walking in slow motion. As if someone cued the crowd, many walked to the bathroom while others booed and threw stuff at him. A beer bottle ricocheted off Bob's baseball head. That was all he could take. He pulled out his rifle and began to shoot randomly. He walked up and down the isles, looking at the fear in his victim's eyes. He loved it. A random bullet found its mark on a little girl that was sitting next to her mother. The bullet hit her with such velocity that it went through her forehead and out the back of her skull. Her brain matter splattered on the people behind her. An elderly man was struck in the chest. It left such a gaping hole that the people could see his rib cage. The five security guards tried to stop him. However, their nightsticks were no mach for his two riffles. In total Bob wounded twenty and killed six, before the police finally stopped him. That may not seem like many but the ones that got away with their lives were scared by the carnage that they witnessed. Many towns' people wanted to burn this monster alive. However, during his court hearing he was determined to be mentally insane. They sent him to Peaceful Valley Mental Institution. That was the end of that. So they thought. Ten years later he escaped. Many say that he returned to the stadium where he lives today. Since his escape, five night watchmen have disappeared and a group of kids, who according to the news report were last seen breaking into the stadium, vanished and are still missing."
"So what? The cops haven't looked for Bob at the stadium?" Jeff asked intrigued with the story.
"That's the thing, they have. There is evidence that someone has been living there but nothing to suggest that it's been Bob."
"So you guys want to go there and basically see if this urban legend is true?" Jeff was shifting in his chair as he asked the question.
"Exactly! Are you in with us?"
"Sure, do we get to ride in the Mystery Machine with Scooby and Shaggy?"
"Jeff we're not trying to copy Scooby Doo, we just thought it would be fun."
"Ok. I'll go. But I doubt that it will be as thrilling as the little prank I pulled earlier." Jeff said somewhat cocky.
"Hey Steph, a ghost and Hulk Hogan are at your door." Jenny yelled from the living room.
"Ok! Excuse me guys trick or treaters are calling. Be back in a second."
"Hey wait up Stephanie." Matt said running to catch up to her.
"So, is everything set for tonight?" He asked lowering his voice.
"You bet. The fun is just beginning." Both gave an evil smile as Stephanie walked to the front door.
