Cheerleader Massacre

By Erik Handy

FROM THE PAGES OF DEMONICA

 

In this heart-pounding tale, a seemingly innocent prank takes a sinister turn, setting off a chain of events that will unleash unimaginable horrors upon four young women and everyone unfortunate enough to cross their path.

 

Brace yourself for a spine-tingling experience that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end. Erik Handy, hailed as the "New King of Horror," delivers a gripping narrative that will leave you breathless!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erik Handy
• Release date: Sep 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9798223767909

Erik Handy

Erik Handy grew up on a steady diet of professional wrestling, bad horror movies that went straight to video, and comic books. There were also a lot of video games thrown in the mix. He currently absorbs silence and fish tacos.

Book preview

Megan

So, Desiree, Sabrina said. What’s up with you and Jeremy?

Desiree blushed. Nothing. Yet.

This brought some oohs from the girls.

Sabrina was a tall, lithe brunette. She wasn’t quite the girl next door – she was too plain looking to be something special. Desiree, however, was prettier, more inviting to the eyes.

He’s definitely cute, Desiree continued. But that country music is such a turn-off.

Jillian raised her beer. I’ll drink to that.

Sabrina snorted. You’ll drink to anything.

Jillian looked hurt at that. She was short and floated between the treacherous waters of average size and chunkiness. Besides that, she always laughed too loud for anyone to truly enjoy her company. Why she was invited was anyone’s guess. She was a cheerleader like the rest of the group, but that link was tenuous at best. Maybe the rest of the group liked her more early in their cheering days and now they didn’t have the heart to eject her from their circle.

Megan watched the girls, calm, smiling, and interjecting when she saw fit. The others didn’t have this restraint.

Sabrina lowered her voice as she got serious for a second. Let’s see who can tell the scariest story!

Jillian and Desiree both exclaimed, No!

Sabrina started to pout. Aw, come on. What else are we going to do tonight? We talked about boys. People we hate. We painted our toenails and ate way too much pizza.

Desiree raised a half-empty bottle. Let’s drink some more!

I’ll drink to that! Jillian blared.

Desiree got up to get some more beer, but Sabrina stopped her.

I’ll get them, Sabrina said. I gotta go pee.

Sabrina got up and left.

Make sure you wipe this time! Jillian shouted at her.

The other two girls shook their heads in comic disgust.

Classy, Megan said.

So Jillian, Desiree said despite her better judgment. Anything new with you and Mark? Any juicy details would be nice.

Jillian bit her lip and looked up, trying to come up with anything to quench Desiree’s curiosity. I gave him a hand job while waiting for his mom to pick us up the other day.

More comic disgust. It’s all good fun.

I want my beer, Jillian said. What is she doing? Playing with it?

Is that what Mark said? Desiree asked.

Ha. Ha. No, I meant Sabrina. I want some beer, damn it.

Jillian got up to go to the kitchen. When she was out of sight and earshot, Desiree and Megan sat back and enjoyed the quiet.

So Megan, how are you? We never get to talk one-on-one anymore.

I know. She sighed. I’m doing okay, I guess. It’s just tough listening to you guys talk about your boyfriends when . . . .

Desiree nodded in sympathy.

***

Jillian rummaged through the fridge. Beer, beer, beer. Where are you? A-ha! She popped up with an armful of beer.

Someone crept up behind her –

– and grabbed her arms.

Jillian jumped out of her skin, the beer in danger.

Sabrina! What the fuck?! Really!

Sabrina laughed and almost instantaneously, Jillian