Drop #94: Cheesy Horror Flick in Fast-forward

Part 1

Margo, 18, is an All-American beauty with long blonde hair and a killer rack. All the guys want her, but she’s a bit of a tease. She just broke up with her quarterback boyfriend, Billy. Caught him cheating with the school skank. Margo’s two best girlfriends, Cheyenne, who is half Native American, half French, and Roxy, who has purple hair and plays bass in a punk band, force her to come out to Cheyenne’s uncle’s country house in the woods, on lake Quongapeekwa, to get her mind off things. They drive out there in a Buick convertible with their plaid shirts tied below their tanned ribs, listening to Bryan Adams and Puddle of Mud, singing the choruses, sometimes sitting up on the back of the seat with their hands thrown in the air.

They stop to fill up and ask for directions at an old gas station full of cobwebs and rusted bits of broken machines dangling in the wind. An old man in a dirty red baseball cap limps out of a creaky doorway on a crutch, chewing tobacco, and tells them: ‘Sure, I know the old Littlethorn place,’ before making a show of spitting his wad and straightening his junk. He gives them directions, but twice makes unclear, possibly hostile comments under his breath as he does.

‘Let’s get out of here,’ Roxy says, rolling her eyes, after the old guy blatantly stares at her Margo’s ass while sucking on his teeth and making crazy eyes.

They arrive at the cabin whooping and hollering. Cheyenne wonders out loud if the place is haunted, but she’s only teasing. Inside, Margo flips a large switch and some lights flicker on to reveal mounted animal heads and tapestries on the walls. Roxy runs brown water out of the faucet. ‘Nice,’ she says, rolling her eyes again. The girls explore the surrounding area, finding some kind of dismembered animal in the woods nearby.

In the basement, looking for extra blankets, they come across a bunch of rusty saws, clamps and hooks. There is also an old logbook filled with numbers and dates they can’t make any sense of. Cheyenne finds a dusty skull and moves the jaw to make it talk like a ventriloquist puppet. They all laugh.

That night, the lights go out, and they use their flashlights. It starts storming and they hear odd noises outside. They try to calm each other down, but soon have to admit that something is out there, and it’s close! Suddenly, the door crashes open, blown in by the wind, and they see a shadow of a person, or is it a thing?

‘Who’s there?’ Cheyenne screams, as the dark figure approaches. Two girls grab makeshift weapons as Margo tries to shut the door, but the creature blocks it with a heavy foot, and as Roxy is about to hit it with a candle holder, Billy, Margo’s ex, whips off his hoody and starts laughing.

‘You dick!’ Margo says, slapping him. ‘What the hell are you doing here, anyway?’

‘Heard you ladies were out here, all alone. Thought you might need some protection. Parked down the road so I could surprise you.’

They begrudgingly let him in and he and Margo exchange a look that suggests they might hook up again. He has brought his buddy, Lance, another jock, and soon enough, Roxy and Lance go for a walk in the dark, foggy night to get some privacy. They stop to make out under some trees. He pulls off her top to expose her skinny ribs and bra.

Something is watching them from behind the trees. They hear cracking twigs nearby.

‘Come on, Billy. That joke is old,’ Lance shouts, but he stops laughing when blood gushes from Roxy’s mouth. With a hatchet in the gut, she rolls her eyes and dies. You knew she was gonna be first.

Lance says ‘Oh Jesus,’ over and over again as he sees who dunnit: a giant of a deformed lunatic, with a burned face and mangled mouth. Lance takes off in a stumbling run but he trips and the deranged psycho is on top of him. He pulls a hook from under his coat, shoves it through Lance’s shoulder and hangs him from a branch. Then he cuts him in half using six hefty hacks with the hatchet. Entrails dribble onto the mossy ground in a steamy pile.

In the mean time, Margo, Cheyenne and Billy are worried about their friends. ‘Maybe they fell down a cliff!’ Margo says. They’re debating whether to go out and look for them when the madman’s hulking frame is revealed at the window when lightning strikes. The glass shatters and something drops inside and rolls over the floor, stopping at Margo’s feet. It’s Roxy’s head!

Cheyenne screams as the psycho reaches in and unlocks the front door.

To be continued

By E.M. Vireo

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2 Responses to Drop #94: Cheesy Horror Flick in Fast-forward

  1. legionwriter says:

    The punk chicks always get it first.

  2. Blank irony? Please tell me their black friend turns up soon.

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