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Jack : An Urban Legend!
By Carnotaur3
JACK: A HALLOWEEN HORROR
WRITTEN BY CHASE KUERTZ
STORY BY CHASE KUERTZ
Halloween is not for the faint of heart. It’s a day of horror, a day of terrible fright. Don’t believe what others had said…because they might just be wrong. Accept what it really is, a day where evil triumphs over good. One such story proved it just right, a story that can make your blood curdle. It started on Halloween night, ironically, and told of a criminal breaking into a house. Now, the house was in a very dark neighborhood and was kind of quiet, not too many house or folks around. Something, Jack Forman, the guy who is doing the crime, knows is just right to pull off. But ultimately he had been mistaken. Somebody had heard him and had called the police. Unbeknownst to Jack, Mike Thomas, a police officer, is all ready at the scene, gun at hand. He busted down the door and searched for anything…when he finally found a dark figure. Waiting for his eyes to adjust he saw it was in fact a man in a ski mask. But as quickly as his glimpse was, the man is running out to the back door in no time. Mike followed him to a barn, just a few yards from the door in the backyard. It was darker than the house, cobwebs smacked him in the face. He shuddered with a thought of spiders crawling all around his back, but he shook it off, focusing only on the situation at hand. His eyes are adjusted more and he sees Jack Forman stand up with the gun and he points to his chest. Mike is frozen with fear when Jack fired the gun. His whole world spun out of control, the room seemed to twirl in constant motion. Then, he went into slow motion. He watched as the bullet spun in midair, it seemed, for maybe a minute and he tried to dodge it. Immediately, it hit his shoulder and was struck with a pain like no other. He fell backward from the jolt and fired blindly. The bullet flew up instead of straight, hitting a near by sickle that is hanging up on the roof of the barn. The sickle fell and before Mike could look up, Jack's head was rolling next to his body.
A year rolled around, Mike has just retired from the police force and is glad to be having the rest of his life in complete relaxation. He’s still haunted though by that horrible night…a reason he can’t answer. His wife and child are at a relative’s house while he’s at home putting up his badge and clothing into a box and unloading some of the stuff he had taken out from the office. The only thing that prevented him for having a great day was the fact that he hadn’t slept for a while. Dark shadows under his eyes indicated so. Times had certainly changed for him. He was wiser in the ways of the police force…a senior.
The Halloween day was awkward. He had learned that two kids were killed this morning…in an old barn. Their heads were severed clean off. From who or what nobody has determined. Mike does have that child hood feeling that something is terribly wrong and could be related to him.
Evening enters the fray, the moon is up in all its glory. Mike could see so much detail in it that he could have spent the whole night counting all the craters. Low dark clouds hung partly around the moon. “Certainly a night for spooks,” he thought. “I better get the candy.” He took out the small brown wooden bowl from underneath a cabinet. He scooped some candy bars from a sack and slapped them down into the bowl. Walking to the door, he hears the doorbell ring. He hummed a song when he walked to the door to open it. As he reached for the knob, something made him stop. A jack o’ lantern face was grinning at him through one of the small windows beside the door. He dropped the candy to the ground and opened the door quickly, revealing nothing, nothing but a small ‘trick or treater’. The boy had white make up around his face…and that was about it. The boy smiled with delight seeing that the candy was all over the floor behind Mike. Mike took some bars and dropped them in the bag. “There you go, son.” The boy smiled again and ran off to a nearby car. Mike, scared to death of what he had just seen, shook it off, dismissing it as nothing but ‘too many viewings of scary movies’. He’s too tired to give out candy anymore so he just put the bowl outside and walked to the living room to relax. Setting his face on the couch, he is overwhelmed with comfort…something he hadn’t felt in a long time. But the comfort he had received was later erased when he opened his eyes for only a second to see a sickle hanging on a wall. There was writing on the wall, smeared in blood, saying, “Hello, Mikey. Jack is back!”
Mike became sick; he could feel the same thing he had felt just a year ago. He looked back at the wall…the sickle was gone! Someone or…something…took the sickle! He looked around the room and saw him. He was dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans, though they were dirtied with mud and filth. Moths hung about him. Mike trembled when he saw what was replacing his head. It was a jack o’ lantern face. It made facial movements, such as grinning or lifting up eyebrows. Mike knew it was Jack Forman and he knew that everything on him was a part of him. Mike, thinking it was all just imagination, closed his eyes, counting from one to ten. He opened them, seeing that nothing was there. The writing had vanished along with Jack Forman himself. With a sigh of relief, Mike smiled. “Sometimes, you’ve got to come back to reality.”
Behind him the jack o’ lantern head appeared again. It laughed, “Yes, you do!” Mike screamed. The sickle came slicing through his neck like butter and the only thing he saw afterward was darkness.
THE END
10/15/2002 7:32:10 PM
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