It was a misty evening when Priscilla casually revealed to Amanda Kelly,

"I'm a Satanist." Amanda, who had seen enough weirdness to last a

lifetime, raised an eyebrow.

"What?" she asked, half-amused, half-curious.

Priscilla grinned. "Come with me tonight. There's going to be a goat

sacrifice in the forest. You'll get to witness something...different."

Amanda, feeling a mix of intrigue and dread, hesitated. "Is this for

real?"

"Absolutely. It'll be... fun," Priscilla said, the word "fun" dripping

with sinister implication.

Later that night, the two girls ventured deep into the forest. Amanda

followed cautiously as they neared a group of goth weirdos gathered

around a crude, hand-drawn pentagram. In the center lay a dead goat

carcass, which, Amanda later learned, they'd picked up from some sketchy

meat market across town. The group was dressed in black robes, chanting

in low, guttural tones while one of them sprinkled murky water from the

river as if it were holy—but it was just filthy river water. Amanda stood

back, watching, fascinated but also deeply confused.

As the chant grew louder, an ear-piercing screech echoed from the

shadows. From the dark trees emerged none other than Billy Murphy,

wrapped in a dark magician's robe. His eyes were wide and wild, his mouth

hanging open in a twisted grin.

"By day I am Billy the mortal, but at night…" he paused for dramatic

effect, "I AM BILLY THE GOAT DEMON!"

He let out a wild, screeching noise that could only be described as half-

banshee, half-dying animal, and danced erratically around the circle.

Amanda, recognizing him from the fair's pumpkin fiasco, groaned. "Billy,

for the love of God, go fuck yourself."

Billy turned to face her, still grinning like a madman. "WITNESS ME

TOMORROW AFTERNOON!" he screamed, then disappeared back into the woods.

Amanda turned to Priscilla, eyes wide with disbelief. "What the hell just

happened?"

Priscilla shrugged, unbothered. "I guess we'll find out tomorrow."

The next day, Backwoods High was met with chaos.

Amanda and Priscilla walked into school to find the lockers covered in

pig's blood and streaks of what looked like cow shit. The stench was

unbearable. Amanda gagged, covering her nose with her sleeve. "Oh my

fucking God…" she groaned, looking over to Priscilla, who simply smirked.

"This is insane," Amanda muttered.

"It gets better," Priscilla said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

In the cafeteria, Billy Murphy stood in his magician robe again, but this

time he wasn't alone. In the middle of the cafeteria table lay the dead

goat from the night before, positioned dramatically like some grotesque

sacrifice.

Students had gathered in a mixture of shock and fascination, with David

Lewis already filming the spectacle. Matt Marinara and Jason Mustard

showed up just in time, joined by Tyler Sanders and Ryan Davis, who wore

his usual eerie grin.

Principal Smith stormed into the cafeteria, fury in his eyes. "What the

hell have you done this time, Billy?" he bellowed.

Billy spread his arms dramatically. "I have perfected... the Goat

Grenade!"

Before anyone could process what he meant, the goat carcass exploded with

a loud BANG, sending chunks of bloody meat flying in every direction. The

cafeteria was immediately covered in bits of gore, and students screamed,

some running for the exits, others laughing hysterically at the madness.

Principal Smith, standing too close to the goat, was drenched from head

to toe in goat guts. His face contorted with disgust and rage as he stood

frozen in the center of the chaos.

Amanda, covered in bits of blood and goat meat, groaned again, wiping a

chunk off her shoulder. Matt and Jason, however, were doubled over in

laughter, struggling to breathe from how hard they were laughing.

As Smith stormed toward Billy, once again dragging him by the collar

toward the office, Billy shouted back, "Witness me in the next life,

fools!" His voice echoed through the cafeteria, still dripping with his

manic energy.

Amanda turned to Priscilla, her voice flat. "You have a lot of

interesting Satanist friends, Priscilla."

Priscilla, with a creepy grin, simply replied, "This is normal in the

day-to-day life of monsters like us."