Suzy’s Strange Saga
You should head back home to gather your things and you at least should return Peter’s car back. You’re confident that he’d drive you back here.
You still aren’t sure about calling Bobby. If he finds out your intentions, he might do something crazy…well other than the usual craziness he participates in. Might be best to still not return his call.
“I appreciate this opportunity Roofie. I’ll be back later today or tomorrow morning at the latest.”
“Hm, okay. See you later then.” Roofie says and you leave the tent to quickly make your way back to your car.
You realize that you’re still in your clown outfit as you’re driving off. Oh well it hardly matters. Well other than Peter is probably going to get freaked out when he sees you.
You head back towards town and halfway there you suddenly hear the sound of a tire blowing out.
“Oh what the fuck!?” you exclaim, in your attempt to keep the car from swerving. You pull over to the side of the road.
You get out and see your front driver side tire is completely fucked. While you don’t have any experience in changing one yourself, you go and check if there is a spare anyway.
You open the trunk and of course there is nothing in there. Or rather nothing that can help you. You do find a bunch of your old clothes that Peter probably stole a long time ago..
While its possible someone random might try to help you on this road, you don’t hold out a lot of hope. Or rather the element that usually traverses this area usually consists of trailer trash types that you definitely don’t want to put up with.
Lacking any better options, you decide to call your younger sister Donna and hope that maybe she’s not bust partying. No answer, but you leave a message. You also call Julie, but have the same amount of luck.
You then try to call Peter, since he’ll definitely want to know about his car. Again, you get no answer, so you leave a message.
Some cars pass you on the road, so far its looking like nobody is helping you. You wonder if it might be the clown costume though. You have the temptation to call Bobby, but you resist.
“Great. I finally start to get something going with my life and fate decides to kick me in the face for it.” You say sitting in the car.
It starts to get dark and nobody has returned your call yet. Tired of waiting around for help you come to a decision.
You go back and grab your old clothes from the trunk of the car and start walking back to the carnival. It’ll be a long walk, but given how everyone in your family has failed spectacularly in even returning your call you figure you’ll be better off just making a clean break and not go back home after all. At least you’ve got a few extra clothes.
You walk for quite some time and a couple vehicles pass you, but once again nobody offers you a ride. Looks like the clown outfit might be warding off people. As they say, there is nothing funny about a clown in the moonlight.
There is also nothing funny about two rednecks in a pick up truck at night either…
And that’s exactly who rides up along side you. A fear wells up within you, but you try to ignore it.
“Woo weee! Look at chu’. You from dat carnival a few miles up dah road?” one of them shouts from the passenger side.
“Something like that.”
“Mm, yeah I don’t usually go fer clowns…but damn are you fine. You fill out that outfit something fierce! You remind me of that girl from the funny books. Y’know that crazy guy’s girlfriend who fights that bat guy.”
You continue to try to ignore him and step up your pace.
“So, you need a lift back to your carnival sweetheart? We got room.”
“No, the back of your truck looks full of scrap metal.”
“Oh honey, you wouldn’t ride back there. You’d ride up here with us. Maybe you could even sit in my lap.”
You’re starting to get worried now.
“No, I’m okay. Thanks though.”
“I don’t think yer understandin’ me missy, this ain’t a fuckin’ request! Hugo stop the goddamn truck, this one’s gonna give us shit!” the hick says and you don’t even waste time, you start running before he even gets out of the truck.
It’s a long dark lonely road and you’re a young woman screaming and running from psycho hillbillies. It would sound like a bad horror movie if it weren’t actually happening.
So far you’re out pacing them so you figure if you stick to the road you’ll be fine and maybe even be lucky enough to have someone pass by to help you.
You look back and see the one from the passenger seat still far behind you, in fact you don’t even see the other one. But you do hear shouting by the one chasing you.
In a few moments you hear the sound of an engine see the glow of headlights right behind you. They’re not going to bother chasing you so much as they’re just going to run you down!
At this point you get off the road and you do, but the truck just follows you into the high grass and at the speed it’s going it succeeds in hitting you at a good speed. You go flying several feet way into the field.
You still live, but your body is broken in several places. You cry out followed by several whimpers of someone to help you. Of course there is no one and all it does is let the two hicks know where you’ve landed. You can’t even crawl away.
In a few moments the truck pulls up near your area and your fear and anguish is overwhelming you. This is it. This is how it’s going to end.
“Heard that bitch scream, she’s gotta be here somewhere…got her.” The hillbilly says shining a flashlight in your bloody face.
“Sheet. You ain’t much now are ya bitch? If you’d gotten in when I told ya, We might’ve even let ya go after we were done havin’ our fun. But noooo, you stuck up pretty bitches always gotta do things da hard way. Fuck it. I don’t care if you are all broken, I’m getting’ a piece of this.”
During the last agonizing moments of life are thoughts of how you should’ve stayed in the basement.
You still aren’t sure about calling Bobby. If he finds out your intentions, he might do something crazy…well other than the usual craziness he participates in. Might be best to still not return his call.
“I appreciate this opportunity Roofie. I’ll be back later today or tomorrow morning at the latest.”
“Hm, okay. See you later then.” Roofie says and you leave the tent to quickly make your way back to your car.
You realize that you’re still in your clown outfit as you’re driving off. Oh well it hardly matters. Well other than Peter is probably going to get freaked out when he sees you.
You head back towards town and halfway there you suddenly hear the sound of a tire blowing out.
“Oh what the fuck!?” you exclaim, in your attempt to keep the car from swerving. You pull over to the side of the road.
You get out and see your front driver side tire is completely fucked. While you don’t have any experience in changing one yourself, you go and check if there is a spare anyway.
You open the trunk and of course there is nothing in there. Or rather nothing that can help you. You do find a bunch of your old clothes that Peter probably stole a long time ago..
While its possible someone random might try to help you on this road, you don’t hold out a lot of hope. Or rather the element that usually traverses this area usually consists of trailer trash types that you definitely don’t want to put up with.
Lacking any better options, you decide to call your younger sister Donna and hope that maybe she’s not bust partying. No answer, but you leave a message. You also call Julie, but have the same amount of luck.
You then try to call Peter, since he’ll definitely want to know about his car. Again, you get no answer, so you leave a message.
Some cars pass you on the road, so far its looking like nobody is helping you. You wonder if it might be the clown costume though. You have the temptation to call Bobby, but you resist.
“Great. I finally start to get something going with my life and fate decides to kick me in the face for it.” You say sitting in the car.
It starts to get dark and nobody has returned your call yet. Tired of waiting around for help you come to a decision.
You go back and grab your old clothes from the trunk of the car and start walking back to the carnival. It’ll be a long walk, but given how everyone in your family has failed spectacularly in even returning your call you figure you’ll be better off just making a clean break and not go back home after all. At least you’ve got a few extra clothes.
You walk for quite some time and a couple vehicles pass you, but once again nobody offers you a ride. Looks like the clown outfit might be warding off people. As they say, there is nothing funny about a clown in the moonlight.
There is also nothing funny about two rednecks in a pick up truck at night either…
And that’s exactly who rides up along side you. A fear wells up within you, but you try to ignore it.
“Woo weee! Look at chu’. You from dat carnival a few miles up dah road?” one of them shouts from the passenger side.
“Something like that.”
“Mm, yeah I don’t usually go fer clowns…but damn are you fine. You fill out that outfit something fierce! You remind me of that girl from the funny books. Y’know that crazy guy’s girlfriend who fights that bat guy.”
You continue to try to ignore him and step up your pace.
“So, you need a lift back to your carnival sweetheart? We got room.”
“No, the back of your truck looks full of scrap metal.”
“Oh honey, you wouldn’t ride back there. You’d ride up here with us. Maybe you could even sit in my lap.”
You’re starting to get worried now.
“No, I’m okay. Thanks though.”
“I don’t think yer understandin’ me missy, this ain’t a fuckin’ request! Hugo stop the goddamn truck, this one’s gonna give us shit!” the hick says and you don’t even waste time, you start running before he even gets out of the truck.
It’s a long dark lonely road and you’re a young woman screaming and running from psycho hillbillies. It would sound like a bad horror movie if it weren’t actually happening.
So far you’re out pacing them so you figure if you stick to the road you’ll be fine and maybe even be lucky enough to have someone pass by to help you.
You look back and see the one from the passenger seat still far behind you, in fact you don’t even see the other one. But you do hear shouting by the one chasing you.
In a few moments you hear the sound of an engine see the glow of headlights right behind you. They’re not going to bother chasing you so much as they’re just going to run you down!
At this point you get off the road and you do, but the truck just follows you into the high grass and at the speed it’s going it succeeds in hitting you at a good speed. You go flying several feet way into the field.
You still live, but your body is broken in several places. You cry out followed by several whimpers of someone to help you. Of course there is no one and all it does is let the two hicks know where you’ve landed. You can’t even crawl away.
In a few moments the truck pulls up near your area and your fear and anguish is overwhelming you. This is it. This is how it’s going to end.
“Heard that bitch scream, she’s gotta be here somewhere…got her.” The hillbilly says shining a flashlight in your bloody face.
“Sheet. You ain’t much now are ya bitch? If you’d gotten in when I told ya, We might’ve even let ya go after we were done havin’ our fun. But noooo, you stuck up pretty bitches always gotta do things da hard way. Fuck it. I don’t care if you are all broken, I’m getting’ a piece of this.”
During the last agonizing moments of life are thoughts of how you should’ve stayed in the basement.
