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It was a rarity for Roddy to use the car he had gotten for his eighteenth. Not just because it was a high grade piece of shit but mostly because it was agony for him to be seated for any longer than an hour or two. The rehab center was only in Boston which was helpful but that wasn’t where he’d been on his latest sojourn.

[color=BCDD81]“Robo Rod, my man. You really need to get this radio fixed, can we not like, plug in your Spotify or something?”[/color] A voice called from the backseat of the Callahan boys car. [color=BCDD81]“We’ve been listening to this station for soooo long”[/color]

Sighing through his nose was the only acknowledgment he could muster to his passengers comment for the moment. Roddy didn’t mind his cousin [url=https://media.gq.com/photos/59ea158536b6d413fa36369a/master/w_2000,h_3000,c_limit/joe-keery-aaron-feaver-10.jpg]Clay Costigan[/url]…Everyone had an opinion on him. To some, he was incredibly witty. To others, he was an absolute pain in the ass; both were right and wrong depending on the day. Clay was ice cool and didn’t take life seriously. He had graduated a few years before Roddy but the pair were close. He was good to have around when Francis left town. Clay was away at college during the worst of Edenridge’s problems and in some way; Roddy believed that his older cousin felt guilty about that. Perhaps that’s why he was returning to town; having enrolled himself in the Edenridge Police force. Having done some work for Boston PD; he was transferring home and Rod was his ride.

[color=D2D518]“It’s my friends show; Clay. She does some good stuff”[/color]

Clay sat up from his prone position, brushing a hand through his luxurious and somewhat legendary hair. [color=BCDD81]“It’s so…weird, dude and morbid. Spells? Ghosts?  A curse? and WHAT THE SHIT?!![/color] As the cousins were conversing, a sudden crack broke their rhetoric as the windshield splintered and shattered around them. Roddy swerved off of the dark road and into a nearby ditch. The young man felt an incredible shooting pain up his spine before he felt Clay’s hand on his shoulder. [color=BCDD81]“You ok Rod?”[/color]

Roddy winced and groaned. He held the small of his back as the burning sensation in it slowly began to dull. [color=D2D518]“I think I’m good,”[/color] He responded. As he opened his big blue eyes, the butchers boy’s mouth dropped open wide like a garage door at not only the sight of the cracked windshield but what was hanging out of it…an axe. [color=D2D518]“Actually maybe not”[/color]

[color=BCDD81]“Roddy, stay in the jeep”[/color] Reaching into his bag, Clay pulled out a pistol and dove out of the back of the ditched vehicle. He hunkered down low and checked his ammo. He moved around the back side of the car and leaned over the hood; aiming his glock at a figure in the road. 

[color=BCDD81]“HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!”[/color]

[color=BCDD81]“GET DOWN ON THE GROUND! I AM AUTHORISED TO USE DEADLY FORCE!”[/color]

Clay had the masked figure in his sights as it began to charge towards him with a speed that seemed unnatural. He pulled the trigger multiple times and it didn’t seem to stop the advancing behemoth. [color=BCDD81]”Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck”[/color] Clay continued to unload his bullets into the attacker until he reached the car and burst into a cloud of black smoke which drifted into the nearby overgrown woods. 

[color=D2D518]”Clay?”[/color]

Clay dropped his gun and hurried to the driver side to help his cousin out of the car. [color=BCDD81]”Jesus, Rod you’ve put in some fucking pounds. They giving you steroids at rehab?”[/color]

The two men glanced around them and looked up at the sign that their jeep had nearly hit. [i]Welcome to Edenridge[/i]

[color=D2D518]“So what in the actual blue hell just happened? Did you lace my coffee with something cos I swear that fucker just exploded into thin air?”[/color]

[color=BCDD81]“I was gonna ask you the same thing, bro beans”[/color] Clay helped his cousin up to his feet and the two of them glanced down the road where the figure had vanished. It was the road to what was once Camp Eden; site of The Hangman Murders. Edenridge in 1974 was a very different place and it was during a hot humid summer that year that a maniac descended upon their world and took the lives of several young teenagers, including Roddy’s aunt Mary who was the first confirmed victim of the massacre. He was eventually shot to death but his identity remained a mystery even to this day.

[color=BCDD81]“What the fuck is happening?”[/color][/center]