Disclaimer - I don't own Jeepers Creepers or the Creeper, although that
would be so cool if I did. They belong to MGM and United Artists.
A/N - I came up with this story after seeing Jeepers Creepers 2 and listening to "The Escape" by Thomas Newton on the Shawshank Redemption soundtrack over and over again. If you haven't heard "The Escape", I suggest you download it. It is a beautiful yet eerie song that seems to express the Creeper's mysterious personality musically, well for me at least. So I hope you enjoy this story as I progress with it.
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JEEPERS CREEPERS
THE STORY OF JEREMY CARVER
By A Nightmare on Water Street
PROLOGUE
Destiny.
It is the inevitable or necessary fate to which a particular person or thing is destined. It is the power that cannot be denied. Once it happens, it usually can't be taken back or changed. You either choose your path of destiny, or it is brought on against your free will. This story is about a man's destiny and how it gave him a great power, but an evil one at that.
A curse has been set, and to this day it stalks a long, stretching highway in the middle of nowhere. It eats to survive, to replenish itself. The Creeper is the ultimate killing machine, and it will stop at nothing to get what it wants.
Our story begins in 1828, back in the New England colonies. The first railroad had just been built and was the new big thing in travel. At that time, a boy named Jeremy Carver was born to Jason and Florine Carver, two proud, hardworking people.
Only a few days after Jeremy was born, the new family took the train from Massachusetts to Ohio. From there, they took a long wagon ride to what is now Poho County California, but at the time was a small pioneer town called Desert Rose. The Carvers settled in their new home and were very happy. It seemed they had not a single care in the world. They had each other and their new California lives.
Of course all happy stories must come to an end, and this one did.
One night, Jason and Florine went out to visit some friends for a small rendezvous, and they left their three-year-old Jeremy at home with their trusted neighbor, Margaret Westfield. While Jeremy was asleep in his bed, something happened at the residence his parents were at, at the same moment. The entire cabin had burst into flames by and unknown source. Mr. and Mrs. Carver, along with the people who owned the house, were burned alive.
Poor Jeremy was too young at the time to know what death was, and he was scared and confused when the local sheriff sat him down and told him what had just happened to his mother and father. He told Jeremy that a candle had fallen over and set a curtain aflame, and it spread throughout the entire house. Soon after, Jeremy went to live with Margaret in her little cabin. She was a widow and refused to marry again, despite the many offers. She took good care of Jeremy. She washed him, clothed him, fed him, sent him to school, and everything else a caring mother would do.
Jeremy was a great student in the classroom. The schoolmaster loved him, and asked him to stay after school to help clean up.
As he grew into a young adult, he became a feisty, fun-loving person. He was a handsome boy, with his father's brown hair and his mother's bright blue eyes. He was still a great student, the smartest in his class, and still offered to stay after to help.
The ladies of the town loved his wild personality and always gave him curious glances. He also loved to flirt back with them, giving them quick winks and smirks, instantly melting their hearts.
Jeremy was a hit with the town. Friendly, outgoing, and helpful, he was a loveable person and hard to hate.
And yet, somebody still did.
A nameless old woman, known only as Rae by the townsfolk, despised the boy. She hated his personality, his smile, his features, everything about him.
Rae was a miserable old woman and hated the world around her. She lived alone on the desert in a grimy old cabin of rotting wood. Nobody knew what she did in there. She hardly ever came outside, only to get water from the town well. Most people thought she practiced witchcraft in that cabin, torturing helpless wild animals.
Whenever she did leave the cabin to get water, she would see Jeremy out about the town, whistling a tune. She would glare at the boy, but of course, he wouldn't notice her. With his tall, lithe build and her short, stocky form she was easy for him to miss. She would mutter words under her breath as she watched him. Words of hate and anger.
Jeremy, although usually not noticing her, knew of Rae's existence in the town. People have told him many stories about her, and he found them to be quite entertaining. He didn't think much of them, and just went on with his life.
So all seemed to be perfect in Jeremy's time. He had a loving foster mother, great friends, and a hard working mind. But, once again, all good things must come to an end, and that is exactly what happened on Jeremy's thirty-fourth birthday in the spring of 1862.
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Hungry for more? Review and tell me!
A/N - I came up with this story after seeing Jeepers Creepers 2 and listening to "The Escape" by Thomas Newton on the Shawshank Redemption soundtrack over and over again. If you haven't heard "The Escape", I suggest you download it. It is a beautiful yet eerie song that seems to express the Creeper's mysterious personality musically, well for me at least. So I hope you enjoy this story as I progress with it.
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JEEPERS CREEPERS
THE STORY OF JEREMY CARVER
By A Nightmare on Water Street
PROLOGUE
Destiny.
It is the inevitable or necessary fate to which a particular person or thing is destined. It is the power that cannot be denied. Once it happens, it usually can't be taken back or changed. You either choose your path of destiny, or it is brought on against your free will. This story is about a man's destiny and how it gave him a great power, but an evil one at that.
A curse has been set, and to this day it stalks a long, stretching highway in the middle of nowhere. It eats to survive, to replenish itself. The Creeper is the ultimate killing machine, and it will stop at nothing to get what it wants.
Our story begins in 1828, back in the New England colonies. The first railroad had just been built and was the new big thing in travel. At that time, a boy named Jeremy Carver was born to Jason and Florine Carver, two proud, hardworking people.
Only a few days after Jeremy was born, the new family took the train from Massachusetts to Ohio. From there, they took a long wagon ride to what is now Poho County California, but at the time was a small pioneer town called Desert Rose. The Carvers settled in their new home and were very happy. It seemed they had not a single care in the world. They had each other and their new California lives.
Of course all happy stories must come to an end, and this one did.
One night, Jason and Florine went out to visit some friends for a small rendezvous, and they left their three-year-old Jeremy at home with their trusted neighbor, Margaret Westfield. While Jeremy was asleep in his bed, something happened at the residence his parents were at, at the same moment. The entire cabin had burst into flames by and unknown source. Mr. and Mrs. Carver, along with the people who owned the house, were burned alive.
Poor Jeremy was too young at the time to know what death was, and he was scared and confused when the local sheriff sat him down and told him what had just happened to his mother and father. He told Jeremy that a candle had fallen over and set a curtain aflame, and it spread throughout the entire house. Soon after, Jeremy went to live with Margaret in her little cabin. She was a widow and refused to marry again, despite the many offers. She took good care of Jeremy. She washed him, clothed him, fed him, sent him to school, and everything else a caring mother would do.
Jeremy was a great student in the classroom. The schoolmaster loved him, and asked him to stay after school to help clean up.
As he grew into a young adult, he became a feisty, fun-loving person. He was a handsome boy, with his father's brown hair and his mother's bright blue eyes. He was still a great student, the smartest in his class, and still offered to stay after to help.
The ladies of the town loved his wild personality and always gave him curious glances. He also loved to flirt back with them, giving them quick winks and smirks, instantly melting their hearts.
Jeremy was a hit with the town. Friendly, outgoing, and helpful, he was a loveable person and hard to hate.
And yet, somebody still did.
A nameless old woman, known only as Rae by the townsfolk, despised the boy. She hated his personality, his smile, his features, everything about him.
Rae was a miserable old woman and hated the world around her. She lived alone on the desert in a grimy old cabin of rotting wood. Nobody knew what she did in there. She hardly ever came outside, only to get water from the town well. Most people thought she practiced witchcraft in that cabin, torturing helpless wild animals.
Whenever she did leave the cabin to get water, she would see Jeremy out about the town, whistling a tune. She would glare at the boy, but of course, he wouldn't notice her. With his tall, lithe build and her short, stocky form she was easy for him to miss. She would mutter words under her breath as she watched him. Words of hate and anger.
Jeremy, although usually not noticing her, knew of Rae's existence in the town. People have told him many stories about her, and he found them to be quite entertaining. He didn't think much of them, and just went on with his life.
So all seemed to be perfect in Jeremy's time. He had a loving foster mother, great friends, and a hard working mind. But, once again, all good things must come to an end, and that is exactly what happened on Jeremy's thirty-fourth birthday in the spring of 1862.
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Hungry for more? Review and tell me!