ONE NIGHT IN THE WOODS
ONE HAND ON THE WHEEL, one hand around Darlene’s shoulders, Tony pounded the gas pedal, and the van roared over the bumps and pits of the narrow dirt road. Leaning against the window on Darlene’s right, Sue gritted her teeth and absorbed every jolt and jerk in silence. Tony was driving too fast, trying to impress Darlene, and Sue had to fight down her fear.
The van was roaring through thick woods, and the overhanging trees blocked the evening light, making Sue feel as if the world had gone black-and-white.
In the backseat, Randy, Brian, and Cindy were singing a children’s song, “Teddy Bear’s Picnic.” Singing and laughing at the same time. Darlene shook her head. Sue covered her ears.
Sue was the shy one in the group of friends. She appeared on edge with them, as if she’d love to be somewhere else.
The van hit a big stone, and the six kids flew up from their seats, their heads thumping the ceiling. The wheel spun wildly in Tony’s hand. Sue and Cindy screamed as they veered toward the trees. Laughing, Tony swung the car back onto the road.
“Man, this van can really rock and roll,” Randy said from the backseat.
“Like really,” Tony said. He tightened his arm around Darlene, pulling her closer.
Sue gripped her door handle tightly. She frowned at Tony. It was obvious she wished Tony would stop trying to wow Darlene and drive a little slower. The sky had grown even darker.
Cindy sat between Brian and Randy in the back. She was sweet-looking, with wavy blond hair down to her shoulders. She wore a ruffled peasant blouse that showed plenty of skin. Randy had short blond hair and looked about twelve, even with the cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Darlene was smoking, too. She had a dark ponytail, her hair mostly hidden under a polka-dot bandanna. The bandanna flapped in the wind from Tony’s open window. Darlene always wore the same black leather jacket and black denim jeans. She liked to look tough.
Tony’s dark hair was ruffled by the wind as the van sped through the trees. He had a lean, serious face, but his eyes crinkled at the sides, as if he were always enjoying a private joke.
“How about some music?” Randy asked.
Tony uttered an annoyed sigh. “I already told you, the radio is busted. This is my cousin’s van and—”
That’s when the car hit something in the road and spun rapidly out of control. Jerked to one side, the six teens heard a hard thud
and then the clang of metal against rock.
“Whoooaaaa!” Tony uttered a wide-eyed cry.
The car lurched forward, then shot back hard with a squeal.
Sue gazed out the window, her face revealing her fear. “Did we hit a deer?”
“Just a rock,” Tony said, and then added, “I think.”
The three in the backseat sat in stunned silence.
Tony tried to gun the engine. Nothing. He turned the key in the ignition, but the van refused to respond.
“Come on. Come on. Go!” It was easy to see that Tony was the most impatient of the group. No—impatient wasn’t the right word. He was hot-headed, ready to explode for any reason.
Several more tries to start the van. Sue shut her eyes. Darlene tapped the dashboard nervously.
“Go go go,” Randy urged the van from the backseat.
They were deep
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Oh, what fools these actors be!
It was a horror movie that turned into real horror--three young actors lost their lives while the camera rolled. Production stopped, and people claimed that the movie was cursed.
Sixty years later, new actors are venturing onto the haunted set. In a desperate attempt to revive their failing studio, Claire's dad has green-lit a remake of Mayhem Manor—and Claire and her friends are dying to be involved.
At first, Claire laughs at Jake’s talk of ghosts and curses. He’s been too busy crushing on her best friend Delia to notice that she’s practically been throwing herself at him. What does he know? And anyway, this is her big chance to be a star!
When shooting starts, though, the set is plagued by a series of horrible accidents—could history be repeating itself?