Michael vs. Creeper
A Halloween/Jeepers Creepers Crossover
By Dark Sploosh
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Halloween and/or Jeepers Creepers series at all. What I do own is the characters Terrence Strode, Jack Foster, Lucy Kinney, Mark Rist, Jill Redder, and Rick Heckrin.
Chapter 2: The Mill
Rick didn't really pay attention to his friends as they drove down the dirt road in the white van. They were all talking about the party, and getting drunk, having sex, the usual. The party was up at the abandoned mill in the woods, and there probably wasn't a creepier place for it.
The rumors said that a few years ago, when the mill was still being run, a worker got crushed in the waterwheel. That's why it was closed down. And they thought his ghost roamed the mill to this day.
It was bullshit, Rick knew, but he couldn't help being a little afraid. Big empty places in the middle of the woods creeped him out, especially at night.
"Hey, lighten up, Rick," begged his girlfriend, Jill. She was always pestering him to have a joint, saying it would make him relax. Rick wouldn't ever do it, of course. He had always hated drugs ever since his dad had died of overdose, and had secretly sworn to himself never to do any of them.
"I told you, Jill. It ain't happening."
"Oh, okay," she gave up, and went back to talking to her best friend, Lucy.
Lucy had long blonde hair big boobs, making her the obvious choice for many as a girlfriend. At least those who only looks for pretty girls, because she wasn't exactly smart. The typical dumb blonde.
Rick quickly followed that thought with the fact that he had nothing against blondes, and knew a great deal of smart ones. Lucy just happened to be both blonde and dumb.
"Hey guys, we're almost there," called back Mark, who was driving.
Mark was Lucy's girlfriend, but he was extremely different from her. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was very smart, though most people wondered why Lucy ever goes out with him. They couldn't grasp the fact that just because she was beautiful, she couldn't go for someone who wasn't handsome.
Rick climbed into the back of the van to check on the booze. He didn't give a damn about it, but the others would kick his ass if it spilled or broke on the way. He secured it in place, and then got back on his seat.
"We're here!" declared Mark, as the van came to a stop.
Rick got out and looked up at the mill. It was a tall, wooden building, with a gable roof, and a few windows. It looked to have about three floors. To it's left was a big lake, where the waterwheel rested.
"Well let's go!" shouted Jill, already running to the lake and jumping in, without even taking off her shirt.
Michael watched through the reeds and tall grasses. The kids had stopped their van right near the lake, next to the mill. The flying thing had gone into the mill, and Michael needed in. If the kids in his way, he'd simply kill them. Then again, he thought with a bit of sadism, I might just kill them anyway.
He walked back into the underbrush without a sound. Tonight would be fun.
A Halloween/Jeepers Creepers Crossover
By Dark Sploosh
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Halloween and/or Jeepers Creepers series at all. What I do own is the characters Terrence Strode, Jack Foster, Lucy Kinney, Mark Rist, Jill Redder, and Rick Heckrin.
Chapter 2: The Mill
Rick didn't really pay attention to his friends as they drove down the dirt road in the white van. They were all talking about the party, and getting drunk, having sex, the usual. The party was up at the abandoned mill in the woods, and there probably wasn't a creepier place for it.
The rumors said that a few years ago, when the mill was still being run, a worker got crushed in the waterwheel. That's why it was closed down. And they thought his ghost roamed the mill to this day.
It was bullshit, Rick knew, but he couldn't help being a little afraid. Big empty places in the middle of the woods creeped him out, especially at night.
"Hey, lighten up, Rick," begged his girlfriend, Jill. She was always pestering him to have a joint, saying it would make him relax. Rick wouldn't ever do it, of course. He had always hated drugs ever since his dad had died of overdose, and had secretly sworn to himself never to do any of them.
"I told you, Jill. It ain't happening."
"Oh, okay," she gave up, and went back to talking to her best friend, Lucy.
Lucy had long blonde hair big boobs, making her the obvious choice for many as a girlfriend. At least those who only looks for pretty girls, because she wasn't exactly smart. The typical dumb blonde.
Rick quickly followed that thought with the fact that he had nothing against blondes, and knew a great deal of smart ones. Lucy just happened to be both blonde and dumb.
"Hey guys, we're almost there," called back Mark, who was driving.
Mark was Lucy's girlfriend, but he was extremely different from her. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was very smart, though most people wondered why Lucy ever goes out with him. They couldn't grasp the fact that just because she was beautiful, she couldn't go for someone who wasn't handsome.
Rick climbed into the back of the van to check on the booze. He didn't give a damn about it, but the others would kick his ass if it spilled or broke on the way. He secured it in place, and then got back on his seat.
"We're here!" declared Mark, as the van came to a stop.
Rick got out and looked up at the mill. It was a tall, wooden building, with a gable roof, and a few windows. It looked to have about three floors. To it's left was a big lake, where the waterwheel rested.
"Well let's go!" shouted Jill, already running to the lake and jumping in, without even taking off her shirt.
Michael watched through the reeds and tall grasses. The kids had stopped their van right near the lake, next to the mill. The flying thing had gone into the mill, and Michael needed in. If the kids in his way, he'd simply kill them. Then again, he thought with a bit of sadism, I might just kill them anyway.
He walked back into the underbrush without a sound. Tonight would be fun.
