The Being

Chapter 1: The Murders on Anders Street

Sunday 19th May 1979

31 Anders Street

New Winchester

USA

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It was 8.30pm on that Sunday night when the crime occurred. It was just like any other night. An 18 year old girl, home alone after being left by her parents so they could go on the first date in 2 months, was playing Elton John on her record player and waiting for her friends to come over with mild impatience. Her wavy brown hair was thrown back into a messy ponytail and loose strands hanging down her face. Her spotty, pale skin was covered by light makeup but it was less than what she had worn that day when going to the mall with her cousin, Kathy. The bags still had the clothes in them and stacked at the bottom of the bed. Lori Musket had murky green eyes and wore denim shorts with a white and red striped polo shirt. She wore red tie-up bracelets, an anklet and wore red and white vans. She was sat on her window seat and she rested her head against the frame, bored and tired. 

She saw her friends coming down the path, which included:

Josephine "Josie" Baxter - Her closest confidant. Witty and popular. She had long, black hair that was soft like silk and curled beautifully. She had narrow, dark brown eyes that was usually complimented with bold eyeliner but still discreet enough to be in fashion. She always had bubble gum in her mouth and could be seen popping bubbles between her lips. Her cocoa skin seemed to almost blend in with the darkness of the night, which was only split by the lights of the lamp posts. That night, she was wearing a pink crop top with big orange swirls and a collar with the two buttons undone. She also wore brown bell bottoms with brown ankle boots. She had big golden hoop earrings and stand out red lipstick.

Christina "Chris" Anderman - Academic but headstrong. She had blonde shoulder-length curtain bangs with voluminous curls swept away from the face. She had deep blue eyes and long, envious lashes. In contrast to Josie, she had glossy but pale and small lips with plenty of freckles dotted across her face. Her small nose contrasted her height and she was the tallest amongst the groups. She had small diamond studs for earrings and light makeup on. Her outfit that night consisted of a silver velvet crop top, high-waisted blue jeans and black boots.

Veronica "Ronnie" or "Ver" Darrecott - Sarcastic and sporty. She had straight, black hair, brown eyes (lighter than Josie's), natural makeup and thin lips. She wore a white turtleneck shirt and a chequered grey skirt with accompanying wedges. She had pale skin that was unusually smooth and she barely had any spots. She was shorter but she accounted for that with her feisty attitude and constantly irritated tone. Originally from China,  she moved to the town at 5 and had lived there ever since. 

"Took you long enough." Lori said with a smile after kneeling on her window bed and opening the window. Ronnie's middle finger instantly went up and she yelled back in joking reply: "You're lucky we came at all! We have our own lives too, you know?!" Lori, admittedly, didn't shout as loud as Ronnie had. While Josie let out a small laugh, Chris hit Ronnie on the arm, which earned her a confused and angry look. "Shush! Lori's neighbours have lives of their own too and they don't want to hear you screaming!" She sharply scolded Ronnie, which was followed by a roll of the eyes. "Spare me." She groaned, playing with a lighter that she had stored in her pocket and which she had taken from her father. "Screw you." Chris muttered in defeat. The subsequent knock on the door made Lori get off of the window bed and she walked downstairs to let them in with no rush to let them in (as a joke). "Hey guys. Come in." Lori welcomed them in, opening the door. 

When she had shut and locked the door, she hugged each of them. "Josie, do you have the stash?" Lori asked as they made their way up the stairs. Josie pulled out a small bag out of her jacket pocket, which held made spliffs that were begging to be smoked. "Let's light her up!" Ronnie remarked as Josie handed the weed around to each of them but Chris shook her head. She took one of the spliffs out of Josie's hand and held it out to Chris. "Oh come on, Chris. You never have any fun and my arm is hurting." Ronnie moaned, rolling her eyes once again and still holding the spliff in her hand, now holding her arm up in exaggeration. Chris folded her arms and turned her head away. "No. I will not start an awful habit that would ruin my life and eventually kill me." She sarcastically and somewhat sadistically pointed out, not making eye contact with any of them. Lori shook her arm and Chris finally looked at the girls. Josie took the spliff back, which earned her a chuckle from Ronnie." "Please. Just one. We wouldn't tell your mum." Lori reassured her, getting her spliff lit up by Ronnie's lighter. Chris squinted her eyes and coughed as Ronnie blew a little bit of the smoke in her face.