Carol and Barbara Denning are sisters, close in age but not very close as far as sisterly relationships go. Like most sisters they argued, they fought, and they rarely saw eye to eye. In fact, the only thing Carol can recall them seeing eye to eye on recently was the successful tag team murder of their twelve year old sister Debbie Denning.
Laying in the bottom bunk of her loathsome, maximum security prison cell, eighteen year old Carol basked in the warm, exciting rush she could remember so clearly. The strange, foreign burst of feelings was surprisingly inviting for Carol when she first felt it. She purposefully summoned the memory only once in a while in order to preserve its intensity. She thought fervently of the deathly-silent winter night. She remembered the moonlight illuminating the iced over lake as she watched her sisters converse from the car. She remembered the chill up her spine and the anticipation that drove her nearly insane. And when it was time, she remembered running toward little Debbie, hatchet in hand, screaming like a madwoman.
"Carol! No, wait! Get in the car Debbie! Lock the doors!" Barb had yelled out. As the two of them ran back to the car and saw little Debbie in the backseat, Carol recalled a rush of pleasure. She tapped on the car window with the hatchet and Barb approached behind her. Debbie had stared at them in confusion and awe as Barb raised her hand to reveal she had removed the car door locks. And Carol remembered then, staring up at the bottom of the top bunk with a smile on her face, the exciting walk that seemed to last forever. The walk of triumph as she and Barb pushed their parent's car, containing their parent's third child, into the frozen lake. They stood and watched in the freezing cold as the car eventually rolled all on its own into the water, drowning the final words of little Debbie Denning.
How did she get to be this way, she wondered. Did Barb experience the same numbness and inhumanity that she did? Or did she feel remorse for what they had done to their sister. Was it their parent's fault? The questions floated through Carol's brain until she eventually fell asleep under the fluorescent prison lights in her dreadful prison nightmare of a home.
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The Little Debbie Murderers
FanficIt's the late 70's and Barb and Carol Denning seem to be just two normal teenage girls. The trouble is that Winter is coming and nothing is ever as it seems.
