Subject: NEW: Happy Hallow's Eve (1/1)
From: ds254@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Hong Te)
Date: 14 Jul 1997 16:27:41 GMT


Disclamer: They're CC's and not mine.
Category/Rating: SICK! V / PG but I suggest a VERY strong stomach.  It's 
	a borderline on Horror (my first love) and Dark Comedy (although I 
	doubt anyone here will have the same sense of sick humour that I 
	have :)  A quick, sick one folks!   Sick Sick sick.  Just to warn you.
WARNING/SPOILERS: TEMPUS FUGIT!  IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN 
	IT OR MAX,	BAIL	OUT NOW! 
I know, I know.  It's now Hallowe'en yet, but I couldn't resist.  

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Happy Hallow's Eve (1/1)

The moon was bright over the dark horizon as Dana Scully drove through 
the woods.  Angry look trees with long, tangled arms seem to reach out 
trying to grab her car.  Owls hooted, their eyes yellow in the dark night.  An 
occasional bat flew across the windshield, causing Scully to shriek with 
horror and turn the wheel sharply.  

Her heart was racing, sweat pouring out of every pore in her body.  

Dana Katherine Scully, what on earth are you doing?  she asked herself.  
This is wrong.  This is evil.  This is crazy.  This is...

The last chance you have and you know you must take it.  

Lights appeared out of nowhere, blinding her for a second.

She shrieked, fear gripping her like a cold hand, its fingers tight around her 
throat.  

It passed quickly in a red blur and she was relieved to realize it was just a 
red car.  

Her heart hammered in her chest for a full minute before she was able to 
breathe properly. 

Finally, she saw the end of the forest, an opening between the trees which 
lead to a clearing.  She stopped the car and got out, her hands shaking 
violent.  

Don't throw up now, Dana.  You know you must do this.

A loud BLOP was heard as she opened the trunk.  Black garbage bags were 
slightly visible in the dim moonlight.  They felt hot and slick in her hands.  

With many tiny steps and grunts, she hauled the body to the middle of the 
clearing.

Tiny stones covered the clearing in the shape of a cross.  In the middle was 
a large stone with strange carvings on it.  Markers and hand made graves 
were scattered carelessly along the loam. 

Scully picked a place near the centre of the cross, the big stone.  She 
dumped the body there and went to retrieve a shovel.  The silhouette of her 
slim body stood out in the beam of the moon, the shovel raised above her 
head and coming down with a loud Clunk.  Place your feet on the shovel 
and pull the dirt up above your head.  Bring it down.  Clunk.  Place your
feet and pull and clunk.  Place, pull and clunk.

She worked until sunrise, the hole beneath her getting deeper and deeper, 
her arms getting more and more tired with every clunk, until she was 
standing knee deep in the depression.

She tenderly placed the body in the grave and covered it up carefully.  
When she was done, she placed a single rose on the neat mound of dirt and 
drove back to the run down motel.

It was sunset when she arrived to her room, dirty, tired, her sockets 
threatening to pop apart.  She took a shower, washed her hair, ate, and 
waited at the door.  

He didn't disappoint her.  Around midnight, the doorbell sounded.  

She opened the door. 

He was covered with dirt, his skin peeling and green, his eyes sunken and
bloodshot.  He looked like hell but she could fix that up later.  She was a 
doctor after all.

"Hello Pendrell."

"Hello Scully."

She reached over and kissed him full on the lips.  She missed him.  A lot.  
Which was why she re- buried him where she did.

In Pet Sementary.  

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Ha Ha!  

Told ya it was sick!  I feel SO MUCH better.

(Oh.  For those of you don't didn't know, Pet Sementary is a novel by Stephan King.
So don't sue me, Steph.  I'll use the insanity defence.  See above for proof.)