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.
Epilouge: The Funeral
Rick and Trish had decided to attend Terrence's funeral. It was the least that they could do. He had turned into a suicidal maniac during the last minutes of his life, but he had still been a good friend to them.
When the preacher had finished talking, and the coffin was being lowered into the grave, Rick looked over and noticed one particularly sad looking woman. No, a girl really. Probably about Terrence's age.
"Who's that?" Rick asked a nearby lady.
"That's Terrence's girlfriend, Anna. She heartbroken over his death. It's even sadder that they just found out that she's pregnant. The child will grow up without a father."
"WHAT!?" yelled Rick. Everyone around him turned towards him with looks of anger or disbelief. But he didn't realize that. The only thing that he could think of was...
10 miles away, beside an abandoned mill, lies a makeshift grave. A shoddily built sign sticks in the ground near it. The sign reads "Michael Myers".
Slowly, a twisted, burnt hand pushes up from beneath...
Well, that's the end. Short, I know, but I had to quickly slap it together. If I get enough requests for a sequel, then I just might write one. But right now, I'm starting work on a Texas Chainsaw Massacre story. I might get around to a sequel. Anyway, please R&R.
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.
Epilouge: The Funeral
Rick and Trish had decided to attend Terrence's funeral. It was the least that they could do. He had turned into a suicidal maniac during the last minutes of his life, but he had still been a good friend to them.
When the preacher had finished talking, and the coffin was being lowered into the grave, Rick looked over and noticed one particularly sad looking woman. No, a girl really. Probably about Terrence's age.
"Who's that?" Rick asked a nearby lady.
"That's Terrence's girlfriend, Anna. She heartbroken over his death. It's even sadder that they just found out that she's pregnant. The child will grow up without a father."
"WHAT!?" yelled Rick. Everyone around him turned towards him with looks of anger or disbelief. But he didn't realize that. The only thing that he could think of was...
10 miles away, beside an abandoned mill, lies a makeshift grave. A shoddily built sign sticks in the ground near it. The sign reads "Michael Myers".
Slowly, a twisted, burnt hand pushes up from beneath...
Well, that's the end. Short, I know, but I had to quickly slap it together. If I get enough requests for a sequel, then I just might write one. But right now, I'm starting work on a Texas Chainsaw Massacre story. I might get around to a sequel. Anyway, please R&R.
