The Playground

((Story I started 6 years ago. Plays upon the ironies of teenage subcultures and cliques, the desire to fit in, and paranormal social phenomena. Paranormal horror/drama/comedy mix attempt. Violence & Language.))

Something lurks within the dense forest on the brink of town… as some like to believe. Judy and her group of aspiring goths long to be respected - and feared - as non-conformists at their school, rather than laughed at as emos going through a phase. In an attempt to establish their status and get revenge, they use an infamous local legend to set the stage for their grand scheme: scaring the student body into believing that the woods is a playground for evil, and only they as goths know its secrets. It's totally, utterly stupid, right?. Judy knows it is. She doesn't take the stunt seriously at all, though the screams they get out of it are pretty funny. Until the screaming is replaced by the silence of death. And it's no longer fun and games.