The girl had a nightmare that night, one unlike those she normally has. This, this left her trembling, scared as daybreak peaked. Leaving her scared of her own shadow as she feared the creature might be lurking in it.
"Hi Officer."
"Can't go through here, got some crime scenes goin' on."
"I know, I was just um, going to see Max Mayfeild, a friend. She lives in here.." The girl watches the confrontation with the cop, The Benson kid in the passenger seat hearing a whisper in his ear that rang out for only her to hear as well.
"You killed that kid last year.. That ugly scar on your face. It's from that crash." The cop grows a menacing voice that deepens as he speaks, coldness snaking up the spine.
"I-It was just an accident.." Fred Benson says lamely, sensing the same amount of apprehension as she could through her dream.
"An accident.. Is that why you ran all the way home instead of calling us? You're a murderer is what you are. Everyone here knows it.. A murder. A murderer. A murderer. Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer-! You alright there?" The cops once slowly creeping demonic look shifts back to his normal face, that of a regular police officer. Fred looks back in bafflement, trying to sort his bearings.
"What?" The cop asks regularly, his friend covering for him smoothly and allowing them to get the pass on. His friend scolds him, Fred still in a disarray from the mental torment he had just endured.
The two go into the trailer park, questioning everybody that they could question on the recent murders. Nobody wanted to talk and they were getting nowhere in their search. Even resorting to talking to dogs. Fred's friend Nancy goes off to talk to someone, Eddie's uncle, leaving Fred to himself. He flips through his notes, when suddenly, he hears a chime. That of an old clock. His head turns towards the woods at the sound, he naively follows after the ticking that oddly came from the woods. Curious and drawn towards the sound. There, in the middle of the woods he finds the old clock, the clock chiming as it strikes ominously.
He stares down at the wooden box, whimpering coming from behind him that sends shivers down his spines. The people behind him shift into zombie-like figures, pointing at him and calling out his sins. He runs in hopes to escape, instead he comes face to face with the revision of the very scene that haunts him.
He pulls back from the scene, seeing the kid tying to crawl out to him, an awful sight to be sure as his pain and suffering was clear. Fred falls back, falling back into a shallow grave. He panics, realizing he is stuck.
"Fred.." At the end of the grave is an opening, a being making his way out as if to stalk its prey. Fred presses himself against the dirt wall behind him, trembling with fear.
"What do you want?" He cries. The being draws in closer.
"I want you.. to join me.." Fred denies this, regretting the decision instantly. Erin watches, the boy being raised in the air before being crushed to death, his bones bending and shattered under the force applied.
Erin awakes with a scream that wakes up most of the neighborhood, her mother's boyfriend coming in hollering at her for making so much noise so damn early in the morning.
She goes to school, jumpy and on edge. She slipped past Eddie that morning, who stood with his friends and let his eyes wonder to search for the girl. His friends eye each other as they see their friend growing distracted, laughing amongst themselves which draws the boy's attention.
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Fanfiction"Yes, she's.. Chrissy, Fred.. they're both dead, man. Listen, I need you to focus, Eddie. Erin, when she went to the art room, where would she store them? Her artwork." Eddie stammers over the line. "Like, like I would know that.." He scoffs lamely...