CHAPTER FOURTEEN

THE SUPERNATURAL

The shoot at Voorhees house had gone very well and Carol was pleased with footage they got. She thought the material dealing with the so call “Hell Worms” added just the right amount of creepiness. Also, she felt the dilapidated old Voorhees house made an excellent backdrop for her monologue on the information she'd gathered on Elias and Pamela Voorhees. Hell, they'd even managed to find time to shoot some fill in footage of Shawn dressed up as Jason walking past the house and chopping through the bushes.

But now it was time for the part of the shoot that would finally being all their work together.

Shawn turned the green van onto the dirt road next to the old faded sign that read, CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE.

“Welcome to Camp Blood.” Shawn said.

“Da home of da over sexed counselors an da ax welding super killer, man.” Jamal commented from the back of the van. “Da party town U.S.A.”

“And you're forgetting our final destination before we can get out of this shit hole of a town.” Carol added.

“That is if we ever leave.” Shawn said ominously. “Remember the legend, very few people ever leave Camp Blood.”

Carol shook her head.

“Well, it appears we're not alone.” Shawn said, as the van cleared the trees and approached the horseshoe of weathered cabins. In front of the first cabin was what looked like a modified hearse with a spooky looking Grim Reaper painted along its side.

As Shawn parked the van in front of the second cabin a couple of dark clad Goths came out of the first cabin and approached the van.

“Well, Dorothy, we're definitely not in Kansas anymore.” Shawn commented.

“How long you two been here?” Carol asked the couple as she got out of the van.

“A couple hours.” The female Goth said.

“Are these two something we should know about?” Shawn asked, thoroughly confused.

“Oh, I guess I forgot.” Carol said. “This is Morgana.” The pale Goth girl smiled at him with deep red lips. “And, this is Julius.” The tall pale, thin, male Goth standing next to Morgana smiled as well, showing his glistening white, fanged, teeth.

“They're both mediums I hired to do a little séance tonight so we might contact some of Jason's victims,” Carol continued, “or even possibly Mrs. Voorhees herself.”

“Actually, I'm a mental medium, so the spirits will speak through me.” Morgana told him. “Julius is a physical medium, so he gets images of the past from objects and can be used as a conduit for the spirits to physically interact in our world, move objects and such.”

“Excuse me for my ignorance, Chief, but didn't you say earlier that you didn't believe in all this supernatural stuff?”

“Oh, it don't matter if she do or she don't, man.” Jamal said from behind Shawn, startling him. “It's all about da show.”

“Well, it seems you actually have some brain cells that aren't burned out in that noggin of yours, eh, Pothead.” Carol commented.

“Either one of yea wanna have a light with me, an party?” Jamal asked Morgana and Julius, pulling out a fresh joint from his jean jacket.

“But not for long.” Carol said, shaking her head.

“No thanks.” Morgana said. “In our line of work we need to keep a clear mind.”

Then suddenly Morgana began to shake. Julius grabbed a hold of her. “Oh my god, something's trying to come through.”

“Oh, give me a break.” Carol said, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head.

Morgana's eyes rolled back in her head, so only the whites showed. She began to groan. Then her shaking turned into all out spasms, making it hard for Julius to keep a hold of her. Then a gravely, old, voice emerged from her throat. “You're doomed...you're all doomed. The death curse. Remember Camp Blood has a death curse!”

“Would you please save that shit for the camera!” Carol yelled at Morgana, annoyed.

This seemed to bring Morgana out of her attack. She slumped in Julius' arms. “You could've killed her by doing that.” Julius yelled at Carol hysterically.

“Just back off the drama.” Carol spouted back. “I'm not paying you two to entertain us. So back off the possession and warning of doom crap until I tell you to do it.”

“You stupid bitch.” Julius said, now enraged. “This isn't a game and we're not acting. Something has given us a warning and you should listen.”

Carol looked over at Shawn and Jamal and saw that they both had startled expressions on their faces. “What? Are you two actually going for this crap?”

“Da woman has da gift.” Jamal said. “And I meself feel da bad mojo of dis place.”

“Would you please back off that Jamaican shit for now.” Carol told him. “I'm really not in the mood for all this shit.”

Jamal popped the joint in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag. “I don't need dis shit either.” Then he started back toward the van. “Call me when you is ready ta shoot.”

“Make that the same for me.” Shawn said, as he headed for the cabins.

Carol looked over at the two mediums. Morgana seemed to be recovering from her 'attack.' She's nearly got me believing this shit too. She thought. It seemed to her like Morgana looked even more pale than before, if there was any way she could possibly be.

“Here let me help you back to the cabin so you can lay down.” Julius said to Morgana while giving Carol a cold look.

“I don't know why you even considered working with that bitch.” Carol heard Julius say as he and Morgana disappeared inside the weathered cabin.

Carol found herself standing alone in front of the horseshoe of cabins. She shook her head. “I'm stuck working with a load of friggin' freaks.” She commented. Then she rubbed her temples. She was starting to get a headache.

Phil got out of the shower quickly and toweled himself off. The blood from Doctor Bob's murder had soaked through his clothes and caked on his skin. Though it felt good, like a good sweat after a night of love making, it was definitely inappropriate for the part he had to play in his little drama. So he had to clean himself up.

Heading over to the mirror behind the sink he inspected himself. Though he definitely looked pale and had dark circles under his eyes, all it would take was a shave, hair combing, and some fresh clothes and he'd be ready for his big performance.

A few minutes later, after he'd fixed his hair and shaved, he'd headed into his bedroom where he set out his clothes. One at a time he put on a dark pair of Ben Davis jeans, steel-toed hiking boots, dark blue knit sweater, and his favorite black London Fog full length trench coat.

He headed over to the full length mirror in the corner and looked at himself. “Perfect.” he said nodding at his reflection with satisfaction. “Just plain old, boring, Phil.” He laughed at himself. It was the perfect disguise, himself.

We have no time to waste on vanity. The voice said. Freeman and his associates will be coming to meet you soon.

“I know what time it is.” Phil said with slight annoyance, as he fixed a stray hair. “I've got everything under control.”

But what about the distraction? The voice pushed.

“The office is locked up so no one can find my little display until I'm ready.” he said, confidently “All I need is to make one call.” he said, patting his jean pocket that held his cellphone. “Have some faith.”

“Ok, Pothead, keep your camera focas on me.” Carol said, as she straightened her hair and shook out all her nervousness.

“All ready, Darlin'.” Jamal said.

“Action!” Carol said, and immediately assumed the calm friendly expression she always took on when she was on camera.

“Around me are the charred remains of what had once been Vince Fantara's Traveling Funhouse and Carnival, which is right next to the main cabins of Camp Crystal Lake.” She waved her hand at the remains in the distance of a blackened carousel. “This ruin, once a place of joy and frolic, became a place of horror as carnie Mitch Deever went on a rampage with his dog and murdered a large number of patrons as well as starting a fire that destroyed the carnival.” Then Carol moved closer into the camera. “Locals say that Mitch Deever was possessed by Jason's spirit, which took control of him when he put Jason's hockey mask on. Mitch Deever's case is only one of four such incidents that have happened since Jason was supposedly sent to Hell.” Then she let out a breath. “Cut.”

“How was that?” She asked.

“Rivetin', Darlin',..absolutely rivetin'.” Jamal said, putting down the camera and putting on his sunglasses. “I really think the Oscars are missin' somethin' here if they don't consider ya performance.”

“All right kiss ass.” She said.

“Oh, but I agree, Chief.” Shawn said, from his spot next to Jamal at the sound equipment.

“Two kiss asses.” She said. Then she looked over at Julius. “Ok, Julian...,or whatever your name is, get over to the carousel and do your thing.”

Then she ordered Jamal and Shawn to move the equipment to the carousel. Then they quickly set up. When they were finished Carol was working the sound equipment while Shawn was holding a long metal rod with a microphone on the end, over Julius' head.

“Ok,...Action!” Carol ordered. “Now Julian...”

“My name is Julius.” He corrected her.

'Whatever.” Carol said. “Anyway, Julius, after I introduce you you touch the horse next to you and do your spiel, and make it good.”

“It's not an act.” Julius told her. “I don't even know if I'll get anything.”

“I don't give a shit. You're wasting my film. Now stop yammering and do as I said.” Carol said, annoyed. Then she calmed herself. “Julius Blackwell is what is known as a physical medium, which means that he can read objects pasts, as well as supposedly allow spirits to move objects. Julius will now touch one of these horses from this carousel which was part of Fantara's Traveling Carnival. It is our hope that he'll be able to give us some insight into the events of that night so many months ago.”

Carol waved at Julius.

Julius put his hand on the horse's head. Immediately a jolt went through his body. “I see a blond girl, with her hair done in multiple braids, walking up to me. She is wearing an orange and black cheerleader outfit.” he said, his voice slightly slurred and distant. “She definitely knows me. I know her, her name is Misty.

She is not afraid of me, even though I'm holding a tire iron. I start twirling the iron like a baton. She is amused by my clowning. She compliments me. She calls me Buzzy.”

“What the hell is this?” Carol commented, hoping it didn't get on the soundtrack.

“Then she starts talking to me about her boyfriend.” Julius continues.“She is angry at him. He left her and she got lost.

I'm surprised by her actions. She hasn't commented about the mask I'm wearing. Actually, what she doesn't know is I'm wearing two masks. One inside the other. The mask on the outside is the mask I wear all the time, a bee mask with a stinger for a nose. It is the mask people laugh at. The other is the mask I found in the tree. It is an angry mask, a mask that wants to hurt.” Julius went on to talk about how the person wearing the masks was named Teddy and that he had been a weakling that the football team picked on all the time. Then he talked about the angry mask and how it made Teddy big and strong. “Then Misty notices I'm different. She thinks I'm someone else, someone who is trying to trick her.”

This freak is really good. Carol thought as she listened to him.

“She tries to get away, but I grab her. Then she sees my surprise. Her knitting needles sticking out of the nose of the bee mask.” Julius continued, but it appeared he was getting agitated. “Oh, my god, I ram it into her neck!” Tears began to stream down his cheeks. “My god, the blood. The blood is...is Ah...ah!” he screamed. Then he let loose of the horse and fell to the ground. He started shaking and curled up into a ball.

“What the hell did you do to him!” Morgana screamed as she ran up to them. “My god, Julius!”

Morgana dropped to her knees and scooped Julius up into her arms. “Are you crazy? You should've stopped this the moment he started having trouble.”

“Everything looked fine to me.” Carol said.

Morgana glared up at her. “Look at him.” she said, angrily. “Does this look fine to you.”

Carol shook her head.”Will you get off it.” Carol said. “I'm not impressed with you and your boyfriend's theatrics. Have all the fun you like in front of the camera, but when it goes off back off the shit. I don't believe in all this supernatural shit and the two of you rolling around on the ground with foam coming out of your mouths isn't going to convince me.”

Tears began to well in Morgana's eyes. “This isn't going to end good I can feel it. We're playing with something that shouldn't be played with. I can't understand why I even got involved in this.”

“Because you're getting paid well to do it.” Carol reminded her coldly. “In the end that's all that matters, the payoff.”

Shawn dropped the pole he was holding and went over to Morgana. “Here.” he said, holding out his hand. “Let's get him back to the cabin.”

“Thanks.” Morgana said, thoughtfully, as they both tried to get Julius up on his wobbly feet.

“Hell, why aren't you helping the premadonnas too, Pothead?” Carol asked dismissively.

“I'm busy wid da camera, Darlin'.” He said, as he panned and followed the others as they headed toward the cabins.

“What, you're still shooting?” She said.

“Ya never said ta cut.” He said simply.

“I would assume you'd get the idea when all the trouble started.”

“I don't assume nothin', Darlin'.” He told her. “I be figurin' dat it be better ta waste da film then hear ya bitch because you figured I jumped the gun.”

“Ok, point taken.” Carol said. “Then it's clear that I don't want anymore footage shot.”

“Yeah.”

“Then shut off the fucking camera!” She yelled at him.

Phil waited in the alley near the sheriff's office. The time had come to put his plan into motion. Everything was ready. On his way he'd stopped by the coroner's office and unlocked the entryway door. And, for extra affect he trashed Quadolupe's desk and knocked over one of the file cabinets.

Taking out his cell phone he called 911. Then he pulled out a handkerchief and put it between his mouth and the phone.

“911, emergency. What is your crisis?” a female voice said on the other end of the phone.

“Oh my god...oh my god, I need the sheriff right away!” He yelled into the phone.

“What's wrong, sir? You need to tell me what's wrong.” The woman said.

“They're dead....oh my god. I found them. There was blood all over the place.” He said, amazed at his own performance.

“Sir, where are you? You need to tell me where it happened.?” The woman told him.

“I just came to identify my brother. I didn't expect to find...” But the woman cut him off.

“Sir, where did you find the bodies?”

“The coroner's office.” He said, raising his voice hysterically.

“You would actually expect to find them there, sir.” The woman said.

“No, you stupid cow!” Phil screamed into the phone. “I mean the coroner and the lady from the front desk are dead. Someone cut them open!”

“How long ago did you find them?” the woman said, still amazingly composed.

“I just did a few minutes ago.” He said. “Get somebody over here. The killer might still be around!” Phil said.

Then he hung up.

I must commend you on your performance. The voice said.

“Yes I must say that was Academy Award material.” Phil said. “Just as long as it does it's job.”

Then he heard the wail of police sirens. “And now it begins.”

RETURN