Series: GleeBox TV:
Title: The Warning
Episode: 10
Summary: Rachel Berry is doing her best to enjoy her last year of high school, but tonight, fate has other plans for her.
Warnings: Blood and Violence
Characters: Rachel, Quinn, Cheerleaders, Rachel's Father
Disclaimers: Glee is the property of Fox and Ryan Murphy. BlackBox TV isn't mine either.
Author's Note: The plot, some dialogue, and basic idea came from BlackBox TV. Black Box is an ongoing channel on YouTube that produces horror/mystery/suspense etc. Episodes. WATCH THEM! Not joking, they rock.
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Rachel drove the bulky van down yet another bend in the road. The party decorations and props shifted slightly behind her, the only noise in the vehical. Rachel always drove in silence; it was safer that way. The car's headlights illuminated a road sign.
Rock Fall Bridge
10 Miles
Suddenly, her phone rang with life, startling the diva. She debated answering it. It was illegal in some states. Against her better judgement, she clicked the answer button. "H-hey Quinn," she greeted the cheerleader over the phone.
"Hey! Did you find the boombox?"
"Yeah, I-I sure did," Rachel said with a laugh, picturing the white music player nestled in the back.
"Oh thank you sooo much! I can't believe I forgot it!" Quinn's voice was just barely audible above the chattering in the Cheerleading bus.
"Hey um… Quinn?" Rachel asked, cursing herself for sounding so timid. "By the way… thank you so much for asking me to help out at the Cheerio Party this year. I normaly would've been just sitting at home, exersizing my voice or playing board games with my dads."
"Don't be silly, Berry!" Quinn's voice was peppy, having just come from her win at Regionals and all. "You've really helped out."
"Not a problem Quinn. You know how much of a team player I am!"
Quinn chuckled. "Hey how far are you behind us? We haven't even crossed the bridge yet."
"I just passed a sign saying the bridge was in 10 miles. So that puts me about 15 minutes behind you."
Rachel heard a crackle over the phone as she rounded another corner. "Q! Drop Man-Hands and get over here! Spin the bottle!"
"I have to go Rachel, but I'll see-" the rest of Quinn's sentence was cut off in static.
Rachel tucked her phone into her jacket and focused on the road. She listened to the tires on the road making soft noises. She began to sing quietly to herself, some song that would later haunt her nightmares. Suddenly, umoungst the pine trees, Rachel caught sight of something irregular.
She parked the car, her body swaying as it tried to get used to stillness again. She panted heavily, then opened the car door. "Hello?" she called. At the distant forest's silent response, she climbed back into the car. She started the car once again, humming louder this time. Calm down. It was probably a deer. Nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to-
A banshee like scream of panic toar it's way out of Rachel's throat as she slammed on the breaks. A figure stood in the road, bathed in darkness. The headlights reflected the blood and water dripping from it's clear female form.
And then it was gone.
Rachel heard nothing other than wildlife faintly rustling and her own ragged breaths.
She saw movement and whirled around.
There it was.
Or she.
Quinn sat in the back seat of the van, face torn. Blood dripped from the empty eye socket. Flesh ripped and uniform tattered, Quinn stared blankly off into space. Lose hair dripped with blood onto the van's upholstery.
Rachel let out another scream and scrambled for the door. It remained stubernly closed, locking her inside with the mangled body of her friend.
"Rachel!" Quinn hissed. Blood flowed from her mouth, staining her normaly white teeth. "Rachel!"
"What do you want from me?" Rachel howled in terror.
"Stop…"
The phone rang and Quinn's horrible aperation vanished. Rachel answered it on the final ring. "Hello?"
"Honey!" Her father cried. "Rachel are you o.k? Where are you? Rachel where are you?"
"I'm a couple of miles from school why what's wrong?" Rachel was still attempting to grasp what had happened.
"Pull over! Stop the car and pull over!"
"Daddy I'm in park! What happened? Why-"
Her father's voice was ragged, as though he had been crying. "The bridge. The bridge collapsed. Principal Figgens just called. He said-"
"What?" Rachel couldn't believe it.
"The bus, Rachel. The bus went over."
"Is. Is anyone o.k.?" Rachel said hopefully.
"No. No hon, their not. Sweety, I'm so sorry."
"Oh my god." Rachel barely even heard her father's command for her to come home. Quinn.
A single bloody hand print was forever marked on the formerly pure white boombox.
She tried to warn me.