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Horror, my forte! Here's my entry :3.
Horror, my forte! Here's my entry :3.
Hitchhiking Ghost entry wrote:
On the fourth of March in twenty-thirteen, at roughly four-fifteen in the morning, a group of five young men and women went missing. A sixth woman has also vanished after contact with the group. The only evidence currently in police custody is a microSD card with footage showing the girl entering the vehicle of the group, and the incident believed to have led to the disappearances. As of now, the case is still open and under investigation, but there have been no new leads. The area in which the footage was taken has been checked by several agencies, but no bodies or vehicles have been found.
The following is the footage of the incident, beginning approximately three minutes before the unknown girl enters the vehicle.
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“Hey Cass, slow down a bit.”
Cassandra Whitley glances back at the speaker, her boyfriend of almost three years, who’s holding a small digital camcorder. Chase Demson is in the backseat of the SUV, along with Damien Cooke and his fiance, Sherry Williams. The red-haired young woman scowls a little before facing the road again, putting a bit of pressure on the brake.
“I don’t like this,” she says. “Too many people end up chopped to bits this way. And why are you recording right now? I thought we were saving the space on that card for when we get to the hotel.”
“Aaawww c’mon Cass, you’re letting Hollywood cloud your perceptions again,” comments the fifth passenger. Sitting next to her is Mille Grant, her younger sister. “It’s probably just someone broke down and needing a hand. We might be the only people coming down this road for who knows how long, so we should stop to help.”
The cause of the discussion is a sleek white car pulled off the side of the winding country road, its emergency lights flashing steadily in the complete darkness. Out here there are no streetlights, and it feels eerie seeing another source of light under such circumstances. The other two agree and Cass sighs heavily, slowing further before coming to a stop beside the car.
Sitting in the driver seat is a pretty young woman with shoulder-length black hair. She’s staring at something in her hands; a mobile phone, judging by the faint light reflecting on her thin face. She’s wearing a deep frown and looks visibly distressed, jumping when Cass sounds her horn to get the girl’s attention.
“Hey, need some help?” Millie asks after she and the driver of the other car put their windows down. The girl waves in a helpless manner, gripping her phone in her other hand.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” she replies, sounding frustrated and upset. “I just got this thing serviced...oh, that mechanic probably went and got old used injectors from a junkyard instead of buying new ones!”
“Bad break,” Damien says sympathetically. “Private guy?”
“Craigslist,” the woman answers with a humorless smile. “That’s what I get for trying to be cheap, but I just don’t have the money to pay full-price at some chain place.” She glances at the phone and shakes her head irritably. “And I get no service out here...my carrier has horrible coverage.”
“Well, you might as well hop in,” Cass says around her sister, leaning forward to be seen and heard better. “We can take you to the next town so you can see about getting a tow.”
“Oh, thank you!” the woman says, relief spreading across her features. “Another car came by like an hour ago, but they didn’t even slow down…” She exits the car and goes to the driver side back door, opening it and bending down to grab something inside. When she straightens she’s holding a small pet carrier. “No one allergic to cats, I hope,” she calls as she uses a foot to shut the car door.
“Nope,” Millie answers as Damien gets out, moving the seat forward so the girl can get to the third row of seats. After climbing in, the girl holds the carrier in her lap and Damien moves the seat back, getting in and shutting the door. A feeble mewl sounds from the carrier; the cat sounds either very young, very tired, or nearly dead.
“Cat huh?” Chase asks, turning in the seat and looking at the carrier. He’s a cat lover, but Cass isn’t such a big fan of them and refuses to let any in their house. “How’s he doing? Sounding a little pitiful back there.”
“Oh, he just hasn’t eaten recently,” the girl answers with a faint smile. “He’s very picky and gets grumpy when he doesn’t get what he wants.”
“What’s his name?”
The girl doesn’t answer. Her face goes blank, and Chase frowns a little. Is she okay? He’s about to ask if something’s wrong when suddenly an expression of sadness comes over the young woman. She runs her hands along the carrier and purses her lips, shaking her head and muttering under her breath. Chase watches, beginning to feel uncertain. She seemed...normal...just a second ago. Crazy people couldn’t act sane like that, could they? He catches Damien and Sherry’s eyes; they’ve noticed it as well. An uneasy silence, except for the girl’s incomprehensible murmuring, fills the car.
“Um...everything okay back there?” Cass calls, her voice tight. The girl blinks slowly at the words, falling silent and opening the carrier door. The look of grief in her eyes makes the others who can see feel even more anxious than just a moment ago.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “He’s already eaten my body...if I don’t help him find ones he likes the smell of, he’ll eat my soul too. I’m sorry, I don’t have a choice…” As she speaks, Chase notices her eyes are changing. He hastily turns on the camcorder’s flash feature, lighting up the inside of the van. He sees now the girl’s eyes are filling with blood, and a black liquid has started to dribble from her nose and the corners of his mouth. He lets out a startled cry as the camcorder’s light suddenly goes out with a loud pop. Only seeing through the device’s night vision setting now, Chase notices something black and shifting clawing its way out of the carrier. He yells again, and so do the others.
“Hey...I can’t stop it!” Cass suddenly shrieks from the driver seat. The van is speeding up, going faster and faster despite her slamming the brakes. Then, a horrible wailing scream rises from the back, from the thing emerging from the carrier, and the car abruptly turns. The momentum causes it to go into a wild tumble down the road; under the screaming and the sound of rending metal and busting glass, the faint words, “I’m sorry,” can still be heard.
The camcorder, torn from Chase’s hand from the first impact, flies against the dashboard and breaks.
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Thirty-first of May, twenty-fourteen. The case has since been closed thanks to no leads and no evidence of any bodies or vehicles turning up anywhere in the vicinity of the incident. However, there are occasional reports of a group of six people standing near a white car on this road, one of the woman holding a black animal carrier.
When investigated further, there is no proof of behind any of the claims.
The following is the footage of the incident, beginning approximately three minutes before the unknown girl enters the vehicle.
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“Hey Cass, slow down a bit.”
Cassandra Whitley glances back at the speaker, her boyfriend of almost three years, who’s holding a small digital camcorder. Chase Demson is in the backseat of the SUV, along with Damien Cooke and his fiance, Sherry Williams. The red-haired young woman scowls a little before facing the road again, putting a bit of pressure on the brake.
“I don’t like this,” she says. “Too many people end up chopped to bits this way. And why are you recording right now? I thought we were saving the space on that card for when we get to the hotel.”
“Aaawww c’mon Cass, you’re letting Hollywood cloud your perceptions again,” comments the fifth passenger. Sitting next to her is Mille Grant, her younger sister. “It’s probably just someone broke down and needing a hand. We might be the only people coming down this road for who knows how long, so we should stop to help.”
The cause of the discussion is a sleek white car pulled off the side of the winding country road, its emergency lights flashing steadily in the complete darkness. Out here there are no streetlights, and it feels eerie seeing another source of light under such circumstances. The other two agree and Cass sighs heavily, slowing further before coming to a stop beside the car.
Sitting in the driver seat is a pretty young woman with shoulder-length black hair. She’s staring at something in her hands; a mobile phone, judging by the faint light reflecting on her thin face. She’s wearing a deep frown and looks visibly distressed, jumping when Cass sounds her horn to get the girl’s attention.
“Hey, need some help?” Millie asks after she and the driver of the other car put their windows down. The girl waves in a helpless manner, gripping her phone in her other hand.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” she replies, sounding frustrated and upset. “I just got this thing serviced...oh, that mechanic probably went and got old used injectors from a junkyard instead of buying new ones!”
“Bad break,” Damien says sympathetically. “Private guy?”
“Craigslist,” the woman answers with a humorless smile. “That’s what I get for trying to be cheap, but I just don’t have the money to pay full-price at some chain place.” She glances at the phone and shakes her head irritably. “And I get no service out here...my carrier has horrible coverage.”
“Well, you might as well hop in,” Cass says around her sister, leaning forward to be seen and heard better. “We can take you to the next town so you can see about getting a tow.”
“Oh, thank you!” the woman says, relief spreading across her features. “Another car came by like an hour ago, but they didn’t even slow down…” She exits the car and goes to the driver side back door, opening it and bending down to grab something inside. When she straightens she’s holding a small pet carrier. “No one allergic to cats, I hope,” she calls as she uses a foot to shut the car door.
“Nope,” Millie answers as Damien gets out, moving the seat forward so the girl can get to the third row of seats. After climbing in, the girl holds the carrier in her lap and Damien moves the seat back, getting in and shutting the door. A feeble mewl sounds from the carrier; the cat sounds either very young, very tired, or nearly dead.
“Cat huh?” Chase asks, turning in the seat and looking at the carrier. He’s a cat lover, but Cass isn’t such a big fan of them and refuses to let any in their house. “How’s he doing? Sounding a little pitiful back there.”
“Oh, he just hasn’t eaten recently,” the girl answers with a faint smile. “He’s very picky and gets grumpy when he doesn’t get what he wants.”
“What’s his name?”
The girl doesn’t answer. Her face goes blank, and Chase frowns a little. Is she okay? He’s about to ask if something’s wrong when suddenly an expression of sadness comes over the young woman. She runs her hands along the carrier and purses her lips, shaking her head and muttering under her breath. Chase watches, beginning to feel uncertain. She seemed...normal...just a second ago. Crazy people couldn’t act sane like that, could they? He catches Damien and Sherry’s eyes; they’ve noticed it as well. An uneasy silence, except for the girl’s incomprehensible murmuring, fills the car.
“Um...everything okay back there?” Cass calls, her voice tight. The girl blinks slowly at the words, falling silent and opening the carrier door. The look of grief in her eyes makes the others who can see feel even more anxious than just a moment ago.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “He’s already eaten my body...if I don’t help him find ones he likes the smell of, he’ll eat my soul too. I’m sorry, I don’t have a choice…” As she speaks, Chase notices her eyes are changing. He hastily turns on the camcorder’s flash feature, lighting up the inside of the van. He sees now the girl’s eyes are filling with blood, and a black liquid has started to dribble from her nose and the corners of his mouth. He lets out a startled cry as the camcorder’s light suddenly goes out with a loud pop. Only seeing through the device’s night vision setting now, Chase notices something black and shifting clawing its way out of the carrier. He yells again, and so do the others.
“Hey...I can’t stop it!” Cass suddenly shrieks from the driver seat. The van is speeding up, going faster and faster despite her slamming the brakes. Then, a horrible wailing scream rises from the back, from the thing emerging from the carrier, and the car abruptly turns. The momentum causes it to go into a wild tumble down the road; under the screaming and the sound of rending metal and busting glass, the faint words, “I’m sorry,” can still be heard.
The camcorder, torn from Chase’s hand from the first impact, flies against the dashboard and breaks.
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Thirty-first of May, twenty-fourteen. The case has since been closed thanks to no leads and no evidence of any bodies or vehicles turning up anywhere in the vicinity of the incident. However, there are occasional reports of a group of six people standing near a white car on this road, one of the woman holding a black animal carrier.
When investigated further, there is no proof of behind any of the claims.
