jeepers creepers: the other creeper

chapter 5

   Darry wails. Lurching away from it, stumbling back. Alex does the same but not as badly.

   The body is moving under its bloody sheets. Twitching. Trying to breath.

"Oh god!", Darry wails.

    "Darry? Alex?", Trish yells.

"Oh god!!", Alex yells.

Alex springs into action and darts towards it. Darry follows his actions.

   Both crashing to their knees. They start tearing at the sheet around its head.

    The sheet is being sucked in and out acround the mouth now. Its gasping for air.

    Both are trying to tear the sheet. They try to get a grip on it. The body thrashes.

    Finally, they get their grip and rip the sheet. The sheet tears away. Both Alex and Darry stare in shock.

    Its a young man about their age. Deathly gray, mouth open in mute agony. Eyes wide. Blinking up at Darry.

   Darry can only stare in terror. He doesnt know what to do.

The man tugs at the sheet around his stomach. Alex grabs the sheet and tears at it some more.

   He tears it the rest of the way down his body, stopping abruptly at his waist.

    The young man's bare body has incisions of ugly black stitches, all the way from the navel to the neck.

   Darry think he might be sick. Darry looks up into the wide eyes of the young man.

   'What in gods name did someone do to you?', Darry thought.

    Both boys stare into the eyes of the man. All feel hopeless.

    "Darry? Alex?", Trish says.

"Trish...", Darry whispers back.

    The man's dry, blue lips are opening. The adams apple bobs as he tries to swallow.

    Darry, crazy with fear, leans down. His ear at the man's lips as they part again.

"What?", Darry tries to listen to him.

    A whispered word come out of his mouth. Choked. Raspy. Unintelligible.

   "What did you say?", Darry asks.

   But no more sounds come. Nor breathing. Both boys stare wide-eyed, almost catatonic.

    They both back away from him slowly.

    "I am up here, goddammit. All alone, you guys. Now get your ass up here. Its getting dark.", Trish says.

   Her angry voice echos down. Both boys move to a puddle of light and look up at her.

   "Is she dead?", Trish asks.

"He.", Alex says.

"Come on, before that guy comes back!", Trish says.