PLL: From Hell part 2
Title: From Hell part 2
Author: kitmerlot1213
Rating: PG 13 for implied violence
Word Count: 1145 words
Disclaimer: This story is for fun and no profit. No harm was intended to small children or adults, real or fictional :)
Summary: Rosewood's favorite paranormal investigators take on the world's most infamous serial killer.
A/N: My contribution to the 2024 Spook Me Ficathon This is set in an alternate universe where Hanna and Mona are a paranormal investigating team called The Midnight Crew. ENJOY!!
Due to all of the strange occurrences that seemed to happen on a weekly basis, Rosewood would never have been considered a typical small town in Pennsylvania and Halloween always brought out even more weird behavior.
The town had a plethora of haunted houses, hayrides, corn mazes and pumpkin patches filled with scarily dressed individuals and the front lawns of most homes held a vast array of inflated spiders, cobwebs, ghosts and monsters that conveyed a gleeful horror.
But Rosewood also held a fright parade where everyone, the marchers as well as the watchers, were encouraged to wear their spookiest costumes and the majority of people went all out.
The parade was always held the Saturday before Oct. 31st and as expected there were a multitude of vampires, witches and assorted creatures as well as superheroes and villains.
But there was one unsettling sight that most people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people weren’t Hanna Marin, one half of the state’s top paranormal investigation team.
Hanna counted at least eight men dressed in dark Victorian capes which probably wouldn’t have been that strange but the men were acting furtively-hiding behind corners, ducking away from cameras-- and that alone worried the investigator.
The cloaked figure followed the young woman at a close distance, the bright moonlight easily lighting both of their paths. He itched to get closer; the knife clutched tightly in his hand, knowing the gleaming silver of his blade would soon be dripping in blood…
“This isn’t going to end well is it?”
Hanna shook her head in denial, not daring to look away from the man in front of her. “Mona, are you kidding? We’ve totally got this.”
The black caped man made a broad gesture, the weapon in his hand swinging in the air as his sinister expression broke into a dreadfully dark smile. “Oh my dears, you most assuredly do not ‘have this’!”
Mona Vanderval scoffed in disbelief. “Great, now we’re getting critiques from 19th century psychos!”
The thirteen men stood in a circle around the crumbling tombstone, chanting softly as they poured the concoction of cinnamon oil, dried vervain and fox glove into the open grave. The sigils carved around the ground glowing briefly as the men’s voices grew louder and more threatening…
Hanna and Mona weren’t too concerned when the town’s message boards started gossiping about the The Ripper Squad wanting to contact the serial killer by holding a public séance in his dubious honor. The chances of the group actually being able to contact any spirits were slim to none.
Unfortunately it took the police discovering the second mutilated corpse of a local woman for everyone to realize that a group of Jack the Ripper enthusiasts were going to be a problem.
When he was brought in for questioning, Kurt Heller, the leader of The Ripper Squad was unapologetic of their group’s core mission statement: they had every intention of calling forth the ghost of Jack the Ripper.
Rosewood PD’s Lt. Linda Tanner didn’t even try to hide her disgust. “Why would anyone want to resurrect a notorious serial killer?”
Kurt smiled coldly before replying. “We simply want to summon his spirit; we’re not necromancers for god sakes!”
He never tired of the hunt, his black cape helping him blend into the darkness as he wiped his bloody knife clean. He marveled at what easy prey women still were,, their skin cutting open beautifully, their bones breaking with a little pressure…
The Rosewood police department would never publicly acknowledge the legitimacy of paranormal investigation but the cops knew there were events that happened in town that were beyond any rational explanation and into the unexplainable.
Lt. Tanner called Mona and Hanna into the case, intuitively knowing that they would need the ghost hunters to explain just how much trouble Rosewood was in and what they had to do to stop it.
Hanna and Mona went over the spell the Ripper Squad used and to them, it shouldn’t have worked.
Tanner looked at the hunters expectantly, her worried expression looking even bleaker when Hanna started to explain. “A hex is a conscious choice to do harm and The Ripper Squad definitely meant harm, but they screwed up the potion. The hex specifically calls for red clover and wormwood and they used dried raspberries and tanis root. This spell was useless, no ‘summoning’ or ‘calling forth’ would have happened.”
Mona nodded. “And the sigils they carved were specifically for peace and harmony and the Latin translation of the original spell was completely wrong. By all accounts, all the men should have been able to ‘summon’ was a tiny mushroom cloud.”
Lt. Tanner exchanged grim looks with the other investigators. “And yet we have two mutilated corpses on our hands.”
The silver of his knife almost glowed in the darkness, the blade nice and sharp. He’d forgotten how wonderful it felt to plunge the weapon into a warm body, the skin parting smoothly as the blood flowed cleanly…
When the third woman was attacked, the Rosewood police department, with the full authority of the city council, deputized every willing and able-bodied adult.
Their sole assignment? Scour the town for any trace of the bad guy.
The civilian deputies worked together with the cops to set up sting operations on practically every street. And it was Hanna, dressed in an ostentatiously bright red dress, who managed to snag the killer’s attention.
The serial killer raised his arm to attack but Mona managed to warn Hanna before he could slice her and the two investigators pulled out their own knives.
Everyone in a two mile radius could hear the whistles from the police sirens as the entire police force converged onto the crime scene.
The murderer laughed out loud, his deranged cackle sending chills down the on looker’s spines. He watched in amusement as the two women threw a circle of salt around him. “Do you really think this will stop me?”
The hunters never paused in their work, ignoring the shouts from the thirteen men of The Ripper Squad as they breathlessly ran up the road.
Hanna drew a protection rune on the street clockwise to where the butcher stood trapped as Mona began to recite the banishing charm.
The maniac laughed again, “No matter what happens, I’ll find another way back.”
He pointed directly to Hanna and Mona. “Until next time.”
Just as Mona was uttering the last lines of the banishment spell, her Latin ringing loudly in the air, two unbelievable things happened simultaneously: right as Jack the Ripper was vanishing, Kurt Heller jumped into the salt circle and tried to grab the murderer’s knife.
Heller managed to stab himself, his blood mixed in with the salt, breaking the protective barrier.
The cops looked at the thirteen remaining men, waiting for one of them to make the wrong move.
Author: kitmerlot1213
Rating: PG 13 for implied violence
Word Count: 1145 words
Disclaimer: This story is for fun and no profit. No harm was intended to small children or adults, real or fictional :)
Summary: Rosewood's favorite paranormal investigators take on the world's most infamous serial killer.
A/N: My contribution to the 2024 Spook Me Ficathon This is set in an alternate universe where Hanna and Mona are a paranormal investigating team called The Midnight Crew. ENJOY!!
Due to all of the strange occurrences that seemed to happen on a weekly basis, Rosewood would never have been considered a typical small town in Pennsylvania and Halloween always brought out even more weird behavior.
The town had a plethora of haunted houses, hayrides, corn mazes and pumpkin patches filled with scarily dressed individuals and the front lawns of most homes held a vast array of inflated spiders, cobwebs, ghosts and monsters that conveyed a gleeful horror.
But Rosewood also held a fright parade where everyone, the marchers as well as the watchers, were encouraged to wear their spookiest costumes and the majority of people went all out.
The parade was always held the Saturday before Oct. 31st and as expected there were a multitude of vampires, witches and assorted creatures as well as superheroes and villains.
But there was one unsettling sight that most people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people weren’t Hanna Marin, one half of the state’s top paranormal investigation team.
Hanna counted at least eight men dressed in dark Victorian capes which probably wouldn’t have been that strange but the men were acting furtively-hiding behind corners, ducking away from cameras-- and that alone worried the investigator.
The cloaked figure followed the young woman at a close distance, the bright moonlight easily lighting both of their paths. He itched to get closer; the knife clutched tightly in his hand, knowing the gleaming silver of his blade would soon be dripping in blood…
“This isn’t going to end well is it?”
Hanna shook her head in denial, not daring to look away from the man in front of her. “Mona, are you kidding? We’ve totally got this.”
The black caped man made a broad gesture, the weapon in his hand swinging in the air as his sinister expression broke into a dreadfully dark smile. “Oh my dears, you most assuredly do not ‘have this’!”
Mona Vanderval scoffed in disbelief. “Great, now we’re getting critiques from 19th century psychos!”
The thirteen men stood in a circle around the crumbling tombstone, chanting softly as they poured the concoction of cinnamon oil, dried vervain and fox glove into the open grave. The sigils carved around the ground glowing briefly as the men’s voices grew louder and more threatening…
Hanna and Mona weren’t too concerned when the town’s message boards started gossiping about the The Ripper Squad wanting to contact the serial killer by holding a public séance in his dubious honor. The chances of the group actually being able to contact any spirits were slim to none.
Unfortunately it took the police discovering the second mutilated corpse of a local woman for everyone to realize that a group of Jack the Ripper enthusiasts were going to be a problem.
When he was brought in for questioning, Kurt Heller, the leader of The Ripper Squad was unapologetic of their group’s core mission statement: they had every intention of calling forth the ghost of Jack the Ripper.
Rosewood PD’s Lt. Linda Tanner didn’t even try to hide her disgust. “Why would anyone want to resurrect a notorious serial killer?”
Kurt smiled coldly before replying. “We simply want to summon his spirit; we’re not necromancers for god sakes!”
He never tired of the hunt, his black cape helping him blend into the darkness as he wiped his bloody knife clean. He marveled at what easy prey women still were,, their skin cutting open beautifully, their bones breaking with a little pressure…
The Rosewood police department would never publicly acknowledge the legitimacy of paranormal investigation but the cops knew there were events that happened in town that were beyond any rational explanation and into the unexplainable.
Lt. Tanner called Mona and Hanna into the case, intuitively knowing that they would need the ghost hunters to explain just how much trouble Rosewood was in and what they had to do to stop it.
Hanna and Mona went over the spell the Ripper Squad used and to them, it shouldn’t have worked.
Tanner looked at the hunters expectantly, her worried expression looking even bleaker when Hanna started to explain. “A hex is a conscious choice to do harm and The Ripper Squad definitely meant harm, but they screwed up the potion. The hex specifically calls for red clover and wormwood and they used dried raspberries and tanis root. This spell was useless, no ‘summoning’ or ‘calling forth’ would have happened.”
Mona nodded. “And the sigils they carved were specifically for peace and harmony and the Latin translation of the original spell was completely wrong. By all accounts, all the men should have been able to ‘summon’ was a tiny mushroom cloud.”
Lt. Tanner exchanged grim looks with the other investigators. “And yet we have two mutilated corpses on our hands.”
The silver of his knife almost glowed in the darkness, the blade nice and sharp. He’d forgotten how wonderful it felt to plunge the weapon into a warm body, the skin parting smoothly as the blood flowed cleanly…
When the third woman was attacked, the Rosewood police department, with the full authority of the city council, deputized every willing and able-bodied adult.
Their sole assignment? Scour the town for any trace of the bad guy.
The civilian deputies worked together with the cops to set up sting operations on practically every street. And it was Hanna, dressed in an ostentatiously bright red dress, who managed to snag the killer’s attention.
The serial killer raised his arm to attack but Mona managed to warn Hanna before he could slice her and the two investigators pulled out their own knives.
Everyone in a two mile radius could hear the whistles from the police sirens as the entire police force converged onto the crime scene.
The murderer laughed out loud, his deranged cackle sending chills down the on looker’s spines. He watched in amusement as the two women threw a circle of salt around him. “Do you really think this will stop me?”
The hunters never paused in their work, ignoring the shouts from the thirteen men of The Ripper Squad as they breathlessly ran up the road.
Hanna drew a protection rune on the street clockwise to where the butcher stood trapped as Mona began to recite the banishing charm.
The maniac laughed again, “No matter what happens, I’ll find another way back.”
He pointed directly to Hanna and Mona. “Until next time.”
Just as Mona was uttering the last lines of the banishment spell, her Latin ringing loudly in the air, two unbelievable things happened simultaneously: right as Jack the Ripper was vanishing, Kurt Heller jumped into the salt circle and tried to grab the murderer’s knife.
Heller managed to stab himself, his blood mixed in with the salt, breaking the protective barrier.
The cops looked at the thirteen remaining men, waiting for one of them to make the wrong move.