Beacon's Point

     “Beacon’s Point?” Gill rubbed his chin. He’d heard of the place before. It was supposedly haunted by the ghost of a little girl who was murdered there in the 60’s. “I’m not sending the guy’s down that road. They’ve seen enough for one day.”

     “Oh, for fucks sake. You’re not thinking about those old stories are you?” Herb said. He looked around at the five other men standing beside the road. “Sure, they’ve seen a lot today, but detouring four miles ain’t helping them either. Not because of some stupid fucking ghost story. I say we head straight into the Point.”

     Bill wasn’t sure if it was the ghost of the little girl or something else that twisted his stomach at the thought of Beacon’s Point. He remembered when he was nine years old his grandmother told him that Beacon’s Point was a “nasty place teenagers went to rub and scrub their bodies on each other.” He didn’t have any idea what she meant by that and always assumed that it had something to do with taking a bath.

     By the time he actually saw the Point for the first time, as a teenager, he got to experience the rub and the scrub first-hand with Jenny Coulders. It was an awkward affair with Jenny doing most of the rubbing and scrubbing. Bill just sat there like a corpse with a hard-on. Even though he was getting his dick rubbed for the first time, he couldn’t help but think about the ghost.

     At one point—Jenny had moved on from the rub and was now doing some scrub—Bill actually convinced himself that he did see the ghost. He was just about to make a mess in his underwear (for the second time) when he saw movement outside the passenger window. He thought it looked like someone with a flashlight

     “Someone’s out there,” he whispered.

     Jenny paused mid-scrub to look out the window.

     “Oh, shit! It’s my dad!”

     She bolted upright and into the driver’s seat in one swift fluid motion. Both of them sat silently staring straight ahead waiting for the inevitable knock on the car door from Jenny’s father. Bill boner quickly faded into his slick and sticky boxers. His heart pounding in his chest. After what seemed to be several hours the two relaxed, accepting the fact that no knock was coming.

     They were stuck in an uncomfortable silence. Bill was trying to figure out what his next “move” should be while Jenny wondered just what the fuck she was doing all the way out here with a loser who was too afraid to pull his tiny dick out.

     The mood had passed for Jenny as she turned the key in the ignition.

     “I getting hungry. You want to—“ she never finished that sentence.

     The window next to her head exploded inwards taking the top of her of her head clean off. The object that had flown through the window exited the car via the roof through an eight-inch slit it created with lighting speed. Bill only saw the tracers. He looked down at the severed scalp and passed the fuck out.


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