Jared Presents Fred: Horrifc Tales of Unsettling Horror

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This is fiction, and it's about Fred, but it can't be call fan fiction because I'm not a fan.

Depraved Tale One: Doom Coaster

As Fred got out of his car, he looked over the carnival with a mixture of skepticism and disappointment. Jackie, throwing open he passenger's side door, tried to be positive. "This looks pretty OG. Like a carnival carnival." Fred wasn't convinced as he surveyed the decrepit ticket booth, and what looked like run-down booths with games and unappetizing food. Still, they had driven all the way out to the boonies in Western Massachusetts to go to the carnival. Might as well give it a look.

The night sky was clear, and the festive lights and sounds wafted unimpeded from the fairground. Fred bought two tickets, and Jackie immediately went for the fried dough stand. "We haven't eaten and it's about dinner time. Fred, buy me some fried dough." "Fine," sighed Fred. He declined to get his own fried dough, and instead suggested a ring-toss game to win Jackie a prize. After striking out four times, he moved on to trying to knock over a stack of bottles with balls, which he was able to get on the second try. As they browsed the booth, Jackie with her comically over-sized teddy bear in tow, Fred was restless.

"Let's ride a coaster! Look at that one, it looks awesome." Jackie was not impressed. "I just ate fried dough and I'd like to keep it in my stomach. Besides, who's going to hold my fucking bear?" "First of all, Jackie please, watch your language," said Fred adjusting his tie. "And secondly, fine, I'll go on it by myself. With that, Fred paid the attendant and jumped into the seat. Oddly enough, no one else was riding. Just Fred. "Enjoy yer ride," barked the elderly, toothless attendant. "A doom house," Fred shouted back as the coaster began to climb the initial ascent.

"Suck it, Jackie," Yelled Fred again, as the coaster mounted the first hill and screamed down the track. At first the ride seemed fine. Then a horrible squealing noise cut the air as the cart bounced along the rapidly warping track. It was falling apart. Jackie screamed, but her cries were quickly drowned out by a loud crash as the track yielded a final, fatal time.

Authorities arrived. Jackie recounted her story. But oddly, the park claimed that the ride was closed down. No one was operating it that night... The ride had been closed for maintenance. She swore up and down an elderly man took Fred's ticket, and eventually the police conceded she was tired and they should talk again in the morning.

Later, Jackie cried herself to sleep. Her best Fred, Fred, was dead. However, her dreams were strange. A creature she barely recognized as Fred came to her. "Jackie, It's me, Fred," it said. Come ride with me. Come ride the roller coaster. It sounded like Fred, but the body was a tangled mess of track, steel cabling, and flesh. The creature reached out for her, and Jackie awoke with a start. Sadness still welled within her, but in the cloying darkness, she felt uneasy. Instead of continuing to cry, she held her breath in the silence until the patter of her tears on the bedspread was all that could be heard in the dark. Finally, she risked a labored inhale. Just as she was about to turn over and go back to sleep, she gasps as from the shadows, a sharp voice croaked "Jackie."

Again, she sat motionless in bed. That voice sounded familiar... But it couldn't be... "Fred?" "Jackie... Together..." As her eyes adjusted, a figure became visible. It stepped forward, and she saw Fred. "Oh, Fred! I thought you were dead!" She leapt from her bed, and ran to embrace Fred, but his body was cold and angular. Recoiling, Fred stepped forward, and metal glinted in what little light filtered in through the window. As in her dream, Fred was a twisted golem now, of flesh and steel. "Together..." the word wept over the cold metal that was now part of his mouth. "Isn't that what you wanted, Jackie? Together... Forever..."

Jackie finally found her voice and screamed, darting from the room. She ran to the front door to escape from the apartment to escape out into the public, into safety, but the door was blocked. Malicious shards of roller coaster track were twisted around the door. An exploratory tug told her it was not moving. From behind her hissed the metallic sound of Fred. "Together... Forever..." Jackie screamed again, as Fred's twisted new form embraced her.

...

A young man surveyed the carnival with his date. "Oh look, a roller coaster! C'mon let's go!" His date protested. "You know I don't like roller coasters... You go. I'll snap some photos." "OK, but you're missing out!" The young man approached the ticket booth. A young couple were manning the controls for the ride. "Enjoy yer ride," grinned the man in a steely voice, his mouth aglow with silvery inlays. "Yes, enjoy..." intoned the women with him in a reedy screech. "Oh, are you two together? Do you both operate the ride?" "We've been together... Forever..." "For-ev-er," they both said in unison.

Chilling Yarn of Thundering Terror Two: Fred's Bleeding Heart

"If I can't have you no one will," screamed Jackie, as the axe came down. Fred felt his ribs crack under the weight of the steel head of the implement and he left out a shriek that started sharp and fizzled out into a messy gurgle. His heart, still beating, squirted blood from his sucking chest wound, bathing Jackie in a fine red mist.

Fred awoke in a panic. The sheets were sticky with sweat and he quickly pushed them away, as if trying to displace a spider which had crawled dangerously close to his skin. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he glanced at the window, finally becoming sensitive to his surroundings. Dawn had not yet broken, and the darkness was disorienting. "What time is it?" Fred snatched his phone off of the side table and pressed his thumb against the home key. The screen blinked on. It read 5:42 AM. "Whelp, time for ol'spicy Fred to get ready I guess. I don't think I'll be able to get back to sleep," Fred commented out loud to no one. "I need a shower," he continued to spout exposition.

After his shower, which was not described in detail because it contributes very little to the story, Fred set the coffee maker on watched it as the tied his tie. Just as he finished, there was a knock at the door. Curious, Fred glanced through the curtain of the side window to see Jackie standing on the front porch. Instinctively, he slinked back, but then reconsidered, unlocking the deadbolt and throwing open the door.

Fred: "Hey. Is everything OK?" Jackie: "Listen... can we talk? I know things have been up in the air for a while... I just need to know something." Fred: "Sure, come on in. Coffee?" Jackie: "No thanks. This shouldn't take long. Can.. we talk in your room? I don't want your weird brother to interrupt us if he wakes up." Fred: "Sure, I guess. Why is he weird?"

Jackie led the way to Fred's room. She had been there many times before. Fred entered behind her and gently pulled the door closed until it latched. For what seemed like forever, no one spoke. Fred sat down on the end of his bad, and expected Jackie to sit next to him, but instead she paced stiffly, clearly apprehensive.

Fred: "So..." Jackie: "Listen, I like you Fred. But you've said many times that this," Jackie makes a back and forth gesture between them with her index finger, "isn't want you want. For us to be serious I mean." Fred: "I... I don't. I'm sorry. I guess this is mostly my fault. I think you're great. But I'm just not the 'serious relationship' type. But I guess you deserve to hear that, at least." Jackie: "That's all I needed to hear."

Jackie smiles, and Fred smiled back, surprised that the conversation went so well.

Fred: "Now, how about that coffee?" Jackie: "If I can't have you, no one can."

Fred paralyzed with fear. It was just like the dream. But... she wasn't screaming. It was different somehow. He must have misheard her. This must be a mistake.

Fred: "Wait, what?"

Jackie lifted her shirt, and tucked into the waistline of her pants was the now exposed head of an axe. She clutched it and drew the handle of it up from her pant leg in one switch motion. "If I can't have you no one will," screamed Jackie, as the axe came down. Fred felt his ribs crack under the weight of the steel head of the implement and he left out a shriek that started sharp and fizzled out into a messy gurgle. His heart, still beating, squirted blood from his sucking chest wound, bathing Jackie in a fine red mist.

Fred awoke in a panic. The sheets were sticky with sweat and he quickly pushed them away, as if trying to displace a spider which had crawled dangerously close to his skin. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he glanced at the window, finally becoming sensitive to his surroundings. Dawn had not yet broken, and the darkness was disorienting. "What time is it?" Fred snatched his phone off of the side table and pressed his thumb against the home key. The screen blinked on. It read 5:42 AM...