Dead Bitch Found Dead on the Street! Memorial Held at the County’s Fair Today!
“Oh my God!” Angelica cried when she saw the newspaper headline. She munched an entire box of Cocoa Puffs to calm herself.
“That’s tragic,” Lindsey said, almost impassively. “But I will miss her annoying me at school though.”
“What happened?” Whitney asked as she entered the kitchen.
Angelica finished a box of Frosted Flakes before handing the newspaper over to Whitney. After reading the headlines, Whitney gasped.
“That poor dog!” Angelica cried and gulped down a box of Cheerios. “We should attend the memorial.”
“Angelica! Do you not see this down here?” Whitney asked and pointed to a small section at the corner of the newspaper. Its headline read Dead Singer Found Murdered, but the World Don’t Give a Fuck.
“Oh. Umm…that’s sad?”
“Serena died?” Lindsey gasped. “Party at my house tonight! Woot!”
“They dubbed the killer ‘Bandaged Head’,” Whitney said.
“That’s kinda stupid. That’s like calling my donkey ‘ass’. Oh no! Somebody help me! My ‘ass’ ran away!”
“You have a donkey?”
“You have an ass?” Angelica asked.
“It’s bigger than yours,” Lindsey remarked.
“God I hoped you die next. You’re such a queen bee.”
“Oh please. If anything I learned from slasher movies is that the killers never kill drunken bitches at parties.”
The fair was crowded with hundreds of guests. Everyone who attended the one hour memorial was allowed an all free rides pass. However, the cost of food was tripled. Angelica came back to the table with a fifty scoops sundae surprise.
“Let’s go on the roller coaster first,” Lindsey groaned. “I need to throw up.”
“How many beers did you drink?” Whitney asked.
“Six on the way here…seven at the kid’s playground…two in the restroom…and eight under the highway. So…that’s one beer. I drank one beer today.”
“Let’s get you to the hospital.”
“I’ll see you in the Ferris wheel,” Angelica said as the other two left. After finishing her desert, Angelica went to the Ferris wheel. She noticed Anthony getting in line too.
“Wow, such a small world we’re living in huh?” Angelica said. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I’m just here for the free rides. And you?”
“Fair’s food makes me fatter faster.”
“Why do you want to be fatter?”
“With this killer on the loose, I need to gain some weight. Fat people don’t get picked off by killers.”
“You know what I would want?”
“What?”
“I want to change. I want to mature. Frankly, if you’re an undeveloped character in a horror movie, you’re prone to die early in the film. It’s either that or I need more screen time.”
“But we’re not in a movie.”
“Thank goodness I know.”
“You’re kind of weird you know.”
“Next!” the attendant shouted.
Anthony went into one of the car, but before Angelica can join, someone in a bunny suit entered the car next. Angelica sighed and waited until the next car arrived. She entered with someone in a cat mask.
There was an awkward moment between Angelica and the stranger. It wasn’t the fact that the stranger was wearing a cat mask or the fact that the stranger was purring and licking itself. No. It was the fact that the stranger didn’t ask for her autograph. Angelica felt upset.
After a couple of minutes, the stranger snuck out a hammer and slowly raised it when Angelica wasn’t looking. She turned around to see the stranger swing the hammer. She screamed. The hammer struck a jar of pickles, and the stranger began to eat it. Angelica sighed in relief.
The stranger snuck out a blowtorch and Angelica screamed. The stranger cooked the pickles with it. Angelica sighed in relief. The stranger snuck out a sword. Angelica screamed. The stranger sliced the pickle and offered one to Angelica. She continued to scream for she has a fear of pickles. After calming down, Angelica shook her head.
“No thanks,” Angelica said. “Say. Where do you keep all these objects?”
The stranger showed Angelica an x-ray photograph of his abdomen. There were several things inside his stomach such as a gun, a mace, a bazooka, a staff, a machete, and a chainsaw.
“Wow. Those must have been hard to swallow.”
The stranger nodded his head.
Unbeknownst to Angelica was that Anthony was sitting in the car behind her. His cries for help drowned in the machinery as the figure in the bunny suit strangled Anthony with its bare hands.
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The Killer's Killer...Killer
TerrorWhen a new killer is on the loose, Whitney Mears must find a way to survive the gruesome nights. However, when her friends began to die off one by one, Whitney realized one thing: her life is in a horror story. Using what they learned from horror mo...
