Can Love Stand the Test?

On the Road

"On the afternoon of August 18, 1973, five young people in a Volkswagen van ran out of gas on a farm road in south Texas. Four of them were never seen again. The next morning, the one survivor, Sally Hardesty-Enright, was picked up on a roadside. Blood-caked and screaming murder.

Sally said she had broken out of a window in Hell.

The girl babbled a mad tale: a cannibal family in an isolated farmhouse... chainsawed fingers and bones...her brother, her friends hacked up for barbeque...chairs made of human skeletons... then she sank into catatonia.

Texas lawmen mounted a month-long manhunt, but they could not locate the macabre farmhouse. They could find no killers and no victims. No facts; no crime.

Officially, on the records, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre never happened.

But during the last 8 years, over and over again reports of bizarre, grisly chainsaw mass-murders have persisted all across the state of Texas. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre has not stopped. It haunts Texas.

It seems to have no end."

"Looks like we made the paper, honey."

Mindy Hewitt smiled as she folded the newspaper she was reading. She snuggled close as her husband Thomas Hewitt wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. She looked at their 8-year-old daughter Mindy who was laughing along with their cousin, Chop Top who had finally come home from Vietnam a few years ago. Right now they were all sitting in Chop Top's truck on a road trip through Texas. Drayton had gone ahead of them to the next city in Texas to enter this year's chili competition.

The years hadn't been easy with them all on the run from the police. Mindy and Thomas did not go home like they planned. They did not want to risk getting caught if they stayed in one place too long. Carrie so far seemed like a normal little girl... except for her doll she carried around with her. It had a small skull instead of a normal doll head. Mindy and Thomas homeschooled her to keep her up to speed on her education. Other than that, Carrie was a beautiful little girl. Long, straight blonde hair like her mother's. Deep brown eyes like her father's.

Chop Top giggled crazily as he turned up the radio.

"Red River Rock n' Roll request, this is Stretch."

"She's my fave!" he said turning the radio up even louder.

"Chop Top, take it down a notch", Mindy said. "That's too loud."

"It's good enough for me!" he laughed.

"Louder, Chop!" Carrie cheered. "Louder!"

Mindy shook her head and looked at Thomas who was looking out his the window.

"Our cousins, huh Tommy?" she said with a smile.

He nodded and pulled her in for a kiss.

"Ew!" Carrie said. "Mommy and Daddy are kissing again!"

"Don't look then, kiddo!" Chop Top laughed.

"He's got a point, baby", Mindy laughed. "If you don't like it, don't watch."

They all laughed and smiled. Ahead of them was a small car with two young men inside. One of them looked like they were holding a pistol. Mindy gasped as the car swerved onto their side of the road.

"What the hell?" Chop Top murmured.

The car came faster and faster, not moving an inch. Chop Top turned the steering wheel, driving into the tall grass, getting out of the way.

"You dog dicks!" Chop Top yelled as he stopped the truck.

"What was all that about?" Mindy asked.

Thomas shook his head. What was those guys' problem? He looked in the bed of the truck where his chainsaw sat. The rest of them looked in the back as well. Mindy smirked as she looked back at Thomas.

"You up for a little fun tonight?" she asked.

"Is Daddy going to be working tonight?" Carrie asked.

"Yes, but not too long."

She cheered and clapped her hands as Chop Top started up the truck and began following that car.