The moon shone over Memorial Park as fog billowed. Owls hooted, and crickets chirped in the forest. Three teens strolled along a trail, using their flashlights to guide them through the dark. Each carried a backpack on their shoulders. Skimming through the slabs, they found their intended target. They studied the marker, with “CARRIE WHITE BURNS IN HELL” in bright red words.
A boy with short, curly brown hair and a blue windbreaker scratched his head. “Does it need more, Phil?”
Another boy drank from a beer can and belched. A baseball cap matched the red and gray jacket he wore. He placed the can on the stone and extracted a mallet from his knapsack. “Trust me, Sam. Everyone will talk about it! Is the camera with you, Tim?”
“Yeah, yeah.” The third had blonde hair and wore a black leather jacket with earrings. He removed his backpack and picked up his camera, pressing the ‘On’ button. As he glanced around, he shivered. “Is it me, or are graveyards at night creepy?”
Sam scoffed. “You should stop watching those horror movies, dude.”
“I can’t help it! Plus, another Ring movie is coming out soon.”
“No one cares, and if you’re leaving-”
“Save your debates for later, guys,” Phil said. “Mr. Hargensen paid us for this job. We’ll upload it to YouTube after recording.”
Tim thumbed the record button while Sam and Phil positioned themselves near the slab. They wore ski masks to hide their faces. “Three. Two. One.” He pressed ‘Record.’
“Hi, everyone! Fucktastic Phil here!”
“And I’m Virginspoiler!” Sam added.
“Welcome to another episode of ‘Wrecked’! Boy, tonight is a treat! We’re standing before the grave of the Black Prom murderous bitch, Carrie White. This episode is for Mr. Hargensen. Thank you for the pledge, my man! Remember to subscribe to our channel as we demolish this frightening sight.”
Phil clutched the hammer and hoisted it. Before he slammed it down, a sudden haze rolled through the graveyard. “What the hell? Didn’t the news mention fair skies?”
“They could’ve made a mistake.” Tim scanned the area until he paused. “Uh, guys… what is that?”
“What?”
“That!”
The boys followed Tim’s line of sight and froze.
A woman lingered beside a fresh grave, facing them. Long black hair concealed her face. A tattered rose-pink kimono with flower prints clung to her petite frame. She held a long wooden pole with a blade and a shredded red cloth tied around it.
“What the hell…?” Sam uttered. “Guys, are you seeing this?”
“Yep.” Phil waved at her. “Hey, Sweet Cheeks, how would you like to give me a blowjob?”
Tim and Sam laughed.
“You wanna sucky sucky? Me give you five dollars, me love you long time!” Phil called in an offensive mock imitation of a Japanese accent, pointing at his groin. He stuck his tongue in his cheek, followed by slurping noises. While Phil continued with catcalls and lewd remarks, his buddies doubled over, holding their stomachs. He humped the air while grabbing his crotch. After that, he smacked a booty he imagined.
Sam wiped his eyes. “Man, you’re hilarious!” The woman never reacted nor moved except to stare. “What is that bitch’s problem? Hey, Tim, ask her why she’s here.”
“Are you nuts? Look at her - she’s emitting Ring/Grudge vibes.”
“Sounds like your kind of girl!” Sam smirked while nudging him. “Stop being a pussy and ask!”
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Killer Instinct: Carrie Unleashed
Fanfiction"Carrie had an ability, but she was a person, not a monster. She had hopes and fears, and we pushed her. You can only push a person so far before they break." A dark veil fell over Chamberlain, Maine, after tragedy struck the quiet town at the hands...
