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The Evil Dead: The Next Generation Chapter 1
By CastorTroy
The Evil Dead: The Next Generation
Written by
Jeff Long
Based upon the movie franchise The Evil Dead, and all products based off it.
Chapter 1: Arrival at the Cabin
A group of three roommates tossed luggage from their apartment into the back of a black 1977 Trans Am. Once Brandon Krum tossed a dufflebag in on top of the current luggage, he stepped back inside the apartment to slip his arms into his long trench coat.
“Hey Jeff, where exactly are we going on this road trip anyway?” he asked as he stepped back outside into the sunlight
“My cabin’s near Goobies,” Jeff Long replied as he placed a bookbag in the backseat of his car.
“Where the hell is that?” Brandon had moved to Newfoundland from the United States earlier that year to go to The University of Newfoundland, and had not yet grown accustomed to all the locations on the Canadian island.
“You know where Clarenville is?” Jeff asked, talking about the small town two hours from their current location – the massive city of St. John’s. When Brandon nodded his head, Jeff explained, “It’s about half an hour past there.”
“Who else is all going?” Michael asked as he put the last of the bags in the trunk and slammed it down.
“Ethan and his new girlfriend Yvonne, Rasmus, and Hillary. Tommy knows where it is, so he may meet us there tomorrow if he can get the day off work.” Jeff answered his friend. Jeff Long, whose full name was Jeffrey but hated it when people called him that, and Michael Banno pretty much grew up together; they first met in Grade 3, right after Jeff moved to Newfoundland from being abroad with his military family. Ever since then, they’ve been the best of friends and near inseparable. Of course they’ve had their fights and troubles, just like any close friends, but they were always best friends in the end. They even went to get their drivers licenses at the same time; both passed.
Brandon met them when he was looking for an apartment, and preferably a roommate or two. Jeff and Michael were currently paying for a three-bedroom apartment, due to a roommate that had just recently moved out, and Brandon took it. They soon discovered that he pretty much liked and disliked all the same things as them, and all three hit it off pretty good from the start.
Michael lowered his sunglasses from the top of his head down in front of his eyes as the bright sun came out from behind a patch of fluffy white clouds. “Are we ready to go?”
“Just about,” Jeff replied. “Just gotta let Rasmus know that we’re leaving now.” Jeff took out his cell phone and dialed a number. After a few rings, he turned it off. “I think that lazy bastard is still asleep.”
“So what do we do now?”
Jeff smiled, “We go wake him.”
***
Rasmus Tirzitis slowly opened his eyes to the distant sound of honking. The sound began to grow in volume the more Rasmus came awake, until he realized that it was coming from right outside his window.
The born-Swedish Canadian Citizen rubbed sleepy dust from his eyes and, with a slight moan, moved up to his knees and opened his blinds. Jeff’s Trans Am was in the parking lot, and Rasmus could pick out two other figures in it, plus Jeff honking the horn like mad. Rasmus opened his window and Jeff stopped honking.
“I’m up!” Rasmus shouted.
Jeff lowered his window and leaned his head out. “Yeah, an hour late. Come on, we wanna hit the road.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be ready in fifteen,” Rasmus’ thick Swedish accent called down to them. “Go on and get everyone else.”
“Don’t forget you need to pick up Ethan and Yvonne.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll meet you guys at Downtown Comics.”
Jeff waved his hand in acknowledgment. He backed his car out of the driveway and drove off down the street as Rasmus, still very much half-asleep, prepared to get ready.
***
A couple hours later, Jeff’s Trans Am sped down the highway, with a metallic blue 2003 Pontiac Sunfire close behind. In addition to Michael and Brandon, Jeff’s newer passenger was the young black-haired Hillary Bauer.
Hillary, at seventeen years of age, was at least four years younger then everyone else on the trip, but she and Jeff had been best friends ever since they briefly dated one summer a couple years before, for about a month. Luckily for her, her parents were out of town for the week, so she had easily been able to skip her Friday classes to go with Jeff and his college buddies to his cabin.
A walkie-talkie on the dashboard came to life with Ethan’s voice. “How much further?”
As Jeff drove, he grabbed the device. “About another hour and a half, but I want to stop in at my uncle’s place in Clarenville on the way, just for a short minute.”
***
In the Pontiac Sunfire, Ethan Smith moaned from the Passenger Seat next to Rasmus. He raised the walkie-talkie back up to his mouth. “Why?”
“Just so someone knows we’re out there incase something happens,” Jeff’s voice came back over the static. “And I really don’t want to stop in at my parent’s. My last conversation with them didn’t exactly end so hot and the last thing I want is another lecture.”
“Jeff, nothing’s going to happen,” Ethan sighed. Sometimes his friend really annoyed him with his over-preparness.
“Probably not, but still. Better safe then sorry.”
Ethan sighed even louder as he thunked the piece of metal back onto the dashboard. He was really looking forward to arriving at the cabin, and he hoped that there’d actually be enough daylight left by the time they got out there, so they could actually do something outside. Ethan’s family had owned a cabin in the same area when Ethan was growing up, and they would spend almost every weekend at it. It was his favorite place in the world, until his parents sold it during some financial trouble and Ethan hadn’t been back out that way ever since.
He turned to face his girlfriend, Yvonne Bartha, in the back seat. “How’re you holding out?” he asked with concern.
“I’m surviving,” Yvonne replied with a frown. Her face had lost most of its color and was almost as white as the stereotypical Halloween ghost.
“If she throws up in my car, she’s walking the rest of the way,” Rasmus warned.
“Hey relax,” Ethan said back. “It’s not exactly her fault that she gets motion sickness easy, you know.”
Rasmus looked away from the road for a minute to glance at Yvonne, who was brushing her dyed bright red hair back behind her ears, and then looked back at the road. “She looks like she’s gonna puke anytime.” He reached with one hand into a small compartment attached to the coffee mug holder and pulled out a grocery bag which he had planned on using as a garbage. “Here,” he passed it back to her. “Use that if you think you’re going to…well, you know.”
She took the bag from Rasmus and thanked him as she tried to ignore the motion around her and concentrate on picturing herself standing in her nice perfectly-still bedroom.
***
An hour later, the two cars drove through a small costal fishing community and pulled over to the side of the road next to a rather large expensive-looking house. It certainly stood out from the rest of the houses that seemed to be between ‘in desperate need of repair’ and ‘beyond all hope’. Of course that’s what happens when a guy moves back to his hometown to retire after having been a very successful doctor.
Jeff told everyone that he’d only be a minute but that they were welcome to get out and stretch their legs some. A couple of them did, most notably Yvonne, as Jeff walked up to his uncle’s door and rang the doorbell. One minute and several dog barks later, the door opened and Jeff’s balding heavyset Uncle Rick stood in the doorway, face lit with joy when he saw his nephew.
“My my, little Jeffrey!” he exclaimed. “I haven’t seen you in…gee, going on almost 10 years now I think.”
“About that, yeah,” Jeff said. “Me and my friends are heading on out to the cabin, and normally I tell my parents when I go out, but I’m not really talking to them right now, but I’d still like someone to know, just incase, you know, something happens.”
“Oh, that’s completely understandable,” Uncle Rick said. “And very smart. But I actually think your parents are out there right now. I know they went out a few days ago, and I don’t think they’ve come back yet. I haven’t heard from them anyway.”
Jeff’s heart sank low. He and his friends have been planning this trip forever and not only would they not be able to spend the weekend at the cabin, but Jeff was sure his parents wouldn’t approve of them partying out there, or skipping classes to do so. “Alright, thanks.” Jeff replied glumly.
As he started to turn back to his car, Uncle Rick said, “If end up staying and you need anything, just call.”
“Actually,” Jeff turned back. “I won’t be able to. No phone lines out there and cell phones don’t work in that area.”
“Oh, well then just come on by. And I’ll probably check in some time over the weekend, if that’s ok.”
“Oh yeah, sure.” Jeff and his uncle said their goodbyes and Jeff was quickly back in the car and back on the road.
After the two cars made their way back out to the highway, they zoomed onwards towards Goobies for half an hour. As they neared an area where a small dirt road turned off from the main highway, Jeff raised the walkie-talkie and informed everyone, both in his car and the other, about the parent situation. “Rasmus, you guys stay back here until I give the all clear. Don’t want my parents seeing everyone if they are there.”
“Roger,” Rasmus’ voice came back and Jeff could see the Pontiac Sunfire slow down and pull over to the side of the road, in the rearview mirror.
Jeff slowed his own car down as he neared the turn-off, and then turned onto it. The car bounced up and down wildly as it drove down the dirt road, either side lined with large trees and a thick forest. As they drove further down the road, they passed by the occasional cabin here and there, and then an area filled with multiple cabins on both sides of the road, all clumped together. Once they were past those, they rest of the ride was void of any other cabins for about fifteen minutes until a small one-floored white and blue cabin with a front patio came into view.
“There it is,” Jeff stated as he slowly turned is car into the rock-filled driveway, small rocks crunching under the tires. Jeff parked his car next to his parents’ navy blue 1988 Oldsmobile. Before Jeff turned the car off, he turned to everyone in the car. “Michael and I will go on in. My parents know we’re here now. No way to hide it. You two stay out here.”
Jeff and Michael stepped out of the car and walked up onto the wooden patio. As they walked into the cabin, Brandon and Hillary stepped out and walked over to the edge of a small hill at the end of the driveway. Trees lined the area, but there was a path leading down through the trees and to the pond below.
“I hope we get to stay here,” Hillary stated. She loved going out in boats; didn’t matter if it was on a pond or a lake, or even the ocean. Anybody that knew her wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if she ended up working on a boat one day.
“I don’t,” Brandon said. “Jeff’s parents are strict. If we stay, we won’t be having any fun.”
As Hillary looked down at the pond below with a frown, she silently prayed that Jeff’s parents, who she heard stories of from Jeff himself, would be leaving later that day.
***
Jeff and Michael walked into the darkened cabin. No lights were on and all the blinds were closed. Jeff called out, but nobody answered. He flipped the nearest light switch and the living room, which was the room that is walked into upon entering the cabin, lit up with dim light.
“Can you get those blinds?” Jeff asked Michael. Michael nodded and as Jeff went down the hall to check out the other rooms and open the blinds.
Michael walked past the giant china shrank that was against the wall, past the coffee table with two books sitting on it, one on top of the other, continuing on past the two large soft sofas, and over to the old-style stove and the woodbox next to it. He opened the blinds to the window near there, and then walked over to the couches, where he proceeded to open the blinds for the giant window that covered almost the entire wall, made up of many small square windows. The room grew immensely brighter.
Michael walked back across the room, passing the hall that led to the three bedrooms and bathroom, and into the kitchen.
***
The first room Jeff entered was the first bedroom on the right hand side of the hall. It was fairly large, with a Queen-sized bed in it, a low dresser, and a rather large closet cabinet. The most striking feature of the room though, was that the walls were painted in an almost pinkish color. That room had been Jeff’s sister’s room when she had still lived at home. After letting in some light by opening the blinds, he went across the hall and up a little bit, and entered the Master Bedroom.
This room had a King-sized bed and was easily the biggest bedroom in the cabin; the only other room that was bigger was the living room. It was filled with dressers and cabinets and even a TV stand, however his parents seemed to not yet have brought a TV out. There were suitcases laid out on the floor, with piles of freshly-folded clothes laying on the bed.
“Hello? Mom? Dad?” Jeff called out again, but again, no answer.
Jeff walked back out into the hall, passing by the tiny bathroom that was barely large enough to fit more then one person at a time. There was a tiny window high up on the wall, next to the stand-up single shower with the sliding door. He entered his bedroom, which consisted of a bunk bed, a dresser, a table for writing (Which used to house an old-style computer until one of Jeff’s younger cousins accidentally broke it), and a stack of bins filled with toys, laser tag guns, and sports equipment.
“Jeff, come look at this,” Michael’s voice called down the hall. Jeff left his room and walked through the cabin and into the kitchen. Michael was standing in front of the fridge, staring at a note stuck there by a magnet.
“What is it?” Jeff asked as he walked in.
Michael took the note from the fridge and handed it to Jeff. “Read that.” Jeff looked it over.
Gone for a walk up the road. Probably be gone for a couple hours. Left at 5:30.
It wasn’t uncommon for relatives and friends to stop by unexpectedly when they knew that Jeff’s parents were there, so it wasn’t unusual for Jeff’s parents to leave notes just like that one whenever they went out, and Jeff made sure to let Michael know that.
“Look at the time,” Michael urged Jeff, frustrated that Jeff wasn’t understanding why the note was weird.
“5:30. yeah, so?”
“It’s only 4:00,” Michael stated.
Jeff looked at his watch and realization dawned on him. Something had happened to his parents. Either that note meant they were supposed to be back by 5:30 that morning, which was bad seeing as how they weren’t back yet, or they were supposed to be back almost twelve hours ago, which was even worse.
“If something’s wrong with the car, maybe they had a friend give them a lift back home,” Michael suggested.
“No,” Jeff retorted. “All their stuff is still in their room.”
The two of them were silent for a minute as Jeff ran various possible scenarios through his head. Finally Michael spoke up again, “So what do you think?”
Jeff thought for another minute. “Alright, tell everyone to come on in. Even if we don’t stay, at least it’s better then everyone sitting in the cars while we try to figure this out.
While Jeff stayed inside and inspected the cabin for any clues, Michael went outside, informed Hillary and Brandon that they could go on in, and then used the Walkie-Talkie to inform Rasmus to come on down, and gave him the directions.
***
Jeff, Michael, Brandon, and Hillary were unloading their bags from the car when Rasmus’ car pulled into the driveway fifteen minutes later. While Jeff had been searching for clues inside the cabin, he came across a name and an address written down, which he remembered and suddenly everything had fit into place. Jeff’s parents had two really close friends that had recently purchased a cabin far down the road a few miles. It was quite possible, and Jeff was willing to bet his life on it, that his parents came across the place in their walk, and if their friends were in at the cabin this weekend then they probably decided to stay for a couple days.
Feeling much better about everything, Jeff had cheerily gave the Ok for everyone to move their bags in from the car. One of the first questions of Rasmus when he pulled in and stepped out, was asking Jeff if his parents were around.
“Nah, they’re staying at a friend’s place,” Jeff stated.
The race for who got what room was over before it even began. Rasmus pushed people out of the way so he could get the Master Bedroom, since Jeff voluntarily turned it down. Michael, due to his large build, faltered only a little when Rasmus pushed by, and was therefore second and able to choose the next biggest room, which was, to his dismay, the pink room.
Hillary chose the lower bunk in Jeff’s old room, and when questioned about why he chose the top bunk over the Master Bedroom, Jeff simply replied, “Because this has been my bed here at the cabin ever since I was a little kid. I feel weird sleeping in any of the other rooms.”
Brandon was the last one in, and since there were no beds left, Jeff gave him some blankets from the closet and he had to set up his bed on one of the couches in the living room. Ethan and Yvonne knew before arriving that there wouldn’t be enough room for everyone, so they brought their own tent, which they spent the next half hour or so setting up near the cabin, but not too near. After all, they’d want some privacy after dark fell.
They spent the evening in groups, since they couldn’t all decide on any one thing to do. Jeff, Michael, and Hillary spent the evening playing laser tag in the forest behind the cabin – an area Jeff knew extremely well from spending a lot of time there when he was a kid. He even had half of a tree house built at one time before the snow came. By the end of that winter, only the floor of the tree house was still in the tree, and Jeff never bothered to re-build.
The others – Rasmus, Brandon, Ethan, and Yvonne, set up the Volleyball net in front of the cabin and played two-person-team Volleyball until darkness started to fall, as which time everyone moved into the cabin to settle down in front of the fireplace.
8/20/2006 2:48:48 PM
(Updated: 8/20/2006 2:58:59 PM)
(Updated: 8/20/2006 4:36:19 PM)
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