The Maple Town Murders Part 2.Jacks Return (standard:horror, 4430 words) [2/3] show all parts
Author: Richard J Cobain	Added: May 26 2003	Views/Reads: 2903/2046	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A year later the killer returns to the town to once again wreak havoc on its innocent inhabitants.

THE MAPLE TOWN MURDERS 

PART TWO - JACKS RETURN 

He could clearly see the girl from where he stood in the shadows. She
was about seven years old, was wearing a white dress, had short black 
hair and had about fifteen minutes to live. He grinned wickedly; this 
was almost going to be too easy. With some bright balloons in his hand 
he left his hiding place. Pretending not to see her he ran left, 
skipped right and hopped on his feet for a while. Then he whirled 
around to face her. She was crying softly and had her thumb in her 
mouth. She looked so innocent. He almost felt sorry for her in that 
moment, almost. "Well hello little lady, would you like a balloon?" he 
said with a smile plastered to his face. "I can't find my mommy,” she 
sobbed. "What does she look like?" he asked with fake concern. "W well" 
she stuttered, "She is tall and has sh short black hair like m me". 
"Don't cry little girl?" he said, "i think i saw her going in there a 
few minutes ago" he said pointing to the dark forest. "What was my my 
mom doing in there?" the girl asked with surprise. "I think she was 
looking for you, come on let's find her?". With that the man took her 
by the hand and led her into the blackness of the forest. 

Barry (13) and Paul (14) stood close together deep in the forests heart.
"I think we should turn back man,” said Barry with chattering teeth. "I 
mean it's getting pretty dark in here, we might not be able to find our 
way back out in a while". "You're such a chicken shit Barry". "Are you 
saying that this place isn't freaking you out man?". "Not in the 
slightest". "Prove it?” "How?" asked Paul "By going all the way into 
the clearing". "No fucking way man, that place is haunted". "I thought 
you weren't scared". That was five minutes ago and as Paul neared the 
infamous murder sight he began to get a lot more scared than he was 
already. "How did he talk me into this" he whimpered. Every little 
noise was horribly amplified and so you wouldn't know if someone were 
right behind you, someone with a large knife perhaps. He quickly turned 
around expecting to see Jack with his bloodstained meat cleaver but 
there was no one there. "Fuck" he gasped breathless. He was very nearly 
there now. He could see it through the last few trees. "Oh Jesus please 
don't let Jack be there?" he prayed and took his first step into the 
clearing. Three seconds later his bladder let go and warm urine ran 
down his legs for the first time in nine years but he didn't notice 
that. What he was noticing was the girls body that was hanging from the 
solitary tree by the castle with her feet swaying from side to side in 
the wind dangling off the ground. The noose of the rope was wrapped 
tightly under her chin, which had made her face go, a horrible bluish 
colour. Her throat was savagely cut from ear to ear and the blood had 
run onto her white dress turning it almost completely red. Even from 
where he was standing he could see that the girls dead eyes were 
pointing at him. "Run" they seemed to say. "Get away" He couldn't take 
his eyes away from it and stood with his jaw wide open for about a 
minute. He also didn't notice that his hair had gone totally white with 
the shock of what he was seeing. "No, no" he cried and ran screaming 
back into the forest with the vision of the dead girl imprinted in his 
mind forever. 

The wind blew softly into his bearded face tickling him. Once more
Charles Green stood on the building ledge looking down on the cars and 
trucks passing by. They looked to him like little ants scurrying in an 
orderly fashion. He laughed out loud at the thought. It began to get 
quite dark suddenly. The suns dying rays cast eerie shadows on the 
rooftop and Charles began to shiver. Suddenly there was a noise behind 
him, he turned around and made out a man standing in the dark. From 
what he could gather the man was wearing a hooded robe, which covered 
him from head to foot. This dark stranger terrified Charles completely. 
Who was he? And what was he doing? The man suddenly began to walk 
towards Charles. He wanted to run but he was frozen to the spot with 
fear. Now he noticed that the stranger had a large knife in his right 
hand. The man stopped when he was about three feet from Charles. "Who 
are you?" Charles asked him. The man then lifted his left hand to his 
head in an attempt to remove the hood from his face. Charles was 
suddenly filled with morbid fear.  In that moment he wanted anything 
but to see his face.  He backed away from the stranger and fell off the 
rooftop. As he fell through the air he could hear a noise that seemed 
to be coming from a hundred miles away. Ring, ring, ring.......... 

Ring, ring. Charles woke screaming on the floor of his bedroom. The only


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