Halloween Special Scary Story Collection

Unhallowed Ground

Synopsis: A couple misfit teenagers-perhaps some in their early 20's-are screwing around in a graveyard, when the spirits take notice, and begin screwing with them back.

Content warning!!!: Cursing, Blood, Gore, 

NOTE: I wrote this one not too long ago, so this one will really take you for a ride! Though, of course, it is DEFINITELY reminiscent of an 80's B-Movie, so don't expect too much-but that ending is definitely something though!

Unhallowed: adj. Not formerly consecrated, unholy; wicked.

Dennis tilted his head up so that he could get as much of the beer in his mouth as possible, as he took out his dick in the other hand and began to piss on the tombstone.

"Fuck yeah! Dennis, the fucking Menace is back baby!"

Just then, the I-Phone that he was struggling to hold in the same hand as his drink in, began to emit music, some song by The Misfits.

Vicky, who was filling out the Velma, from Scooby Doo outfit and personae perfectly in this situation, sat cross legged on the ground a few paces back from him. On her right, sat Ron, the cliche stoner. Vicky cast a look of disgust at him, she begins to protest, speaking to Dennis from her place on the ground.

"I want to leave Dennis," The sound of The Misfits, however, drowned out all of her pleas that followed.

Ron turns to her, droopy eyed, he proclaims, "Vicky, baby, if you wanna live your life, you gotta do it now, man. Because, who knows, there may not be a later."

Vicky's eye twitched, while trying to process Ron's, surprisingly smart input, but also trying to understand just how he could've come to this conclusion within the context of the current situation they were in, and in response to what she had just said.

"Um, Ron? That is some good, sound advice, but, i don't think it really fits this situation. At least, for me anyways."

Ron smiles dopily, "Haha, Groovy."

Suddenly the song, "The Message" by GrandMaster Flash begins to fill the air from somewhere else that wasn't Dennis's phone, causing a mesh of sounds as The Misfits punk music combats the 80's hip hop tune. The battle of the two opposing sounds rages on as Xander trotted over to them, blasting the lighter toned music from his I-Pod Touch.

"What's up motherfuckers?"

Dennis turns to look over his shoulder at him, and says in a kooky, wild way.

"I am pissing on this motherfuckin gravestone, MOTHER FUCKER!"

Xander replies back with a "Heeeell yeah!"

Just then, Xander's music shuts off. He looks down at the device as he sits down next to Vicky.

"Aw hell. Mine died."

Vicky looks over at him with a look of confusion on her face, "I don't know how you guys have service out here, because i don't have any bars."

Xander laughs at this, "Nooo baby girl, i bought that shit off I-Tunes. I wasn't using the internet to play that."

Vicky sighs at Xander's complete lack of understanding of what she had just said.

Dennis zips up his pants and turns around, cackling as he does so.