There exist with the Cape Fear river a cruel myth, a myth portrayed with giant catfish, bigger than people, that eat anything; This myth that accuses the waters of hiding years of unfortunate souls stacked upon each other, bodies made homes for the river life. Tonight hold these things in your mind, as young Danny Walker and Christopher Hagen test their hearts to the river, that truth is irrelevant, when it is invisible. Tonight we slip out of our skin and into imagination. A Nightmare at Cape Fear.
A Nightmare at Cape Fear
Written by HighEngineChief
(Special Guest: Truth)
The Trussel Bridge
12:28 A.M.
HighEngineChief
Truth
Coming up the bridge they peer off into the black water
Deep into the murky mist for a glimpse at the masked monster
The moon in halve conjure, 2 friends looking for a belief to latch on to
Down in the bleak and vast water, They will see one last monster
Danny wobbles toward the bridge,
what moves there?
Chris looks up at him grinning in a cool glare
"Take a look over the edge man, are you scared?
I heard the catfish are bigger then us both paired"
~*~*~*~
Danny scolds him with a cold stare
"Dude, why would i do that, you know i can't swim
Grandad says they're just rumors, go on and ask him"
~*~*~*~
"Then why you being such a pussy, just fuckin' dive in"
Danny thinks of a lie, then
Smirks with his chin raised
"No, why don't you if your so damn brave"
"I'll keep my pride then and jump right after you cave
(And now his true aim)
~*~*~*~
Go ahead and move, take one step to the edge and give me proof!"
The adrenaline's so high, it's busting loose
"Yeah like i said after you, I've got nothing to prove
you jump in and show us who's the bigger fool"
~*~*~*~
"Alright chicken, at least look out over the edge with me
Look, i think that dude down there is dead, is he?"
Chris beckons Danny's attention with the lure of his fear
Bringing him closer to the railing, obscure to what is near
"What dude, your seeing shit chris, and your acting fucking strange
that look on your face isn't funny man, it needs to fucking change"
With swiftness
Danny's pushed into the rivers embrace
"Here take a closer look, tell me the view from the base..."
Chris laughs with wicked lymrics of hateful joy
It was funny then, but now Danny isn't making noise
No cries, no bubbles, no splashing, no life
"Hey Danny! Danny, you all right!?"
No answer, Shit! Alone in the vast night
Then from the corner of his eye's, flashlights
Fuck! Run! Duck!
Escape
The woods, The tree's
I'm safe....
Until...
Into the Wooded Shadow
12:50 A.M.
Great fields of dark figures cloud the moon
the rustling sounds of gloom - so profoundly smooth
He hears them shouting; dogs barking, echoes rounding
Hands shuffle the blackness to navigate his outing
His swollen heart pounding; Jesus Christ what did i do
I' de have stopped Danny from dropping If only I knew
(He hears whispers in the wind)
Some erie voice calls his name again
"Chris." "Chris." Chris."
The bond only reminds him how lonely it is
Then he see's them, fast figures far in the brush
Dark men or women circling all through the shrubs
Laughing, taunting me - the volume grows awesomely
All things blossom in his head like a bomb of dreams
(Nightmares) - Are you scared Chris? - Damn right scared
He tries to suppress the obvious but the damn fright flares
"Danny boy I'm so sorry! You will be missed!"
"You Killed Me Chris...
You Killed me - Chris;
I'm Dead, Dead - (Gone)
Dead..
hahahahahaha
Flashlights follow me further
Yet the light just isn't - far enough
No Escape
1:15 A.M.
Ring around the rosie; he feels lost in hell
Without a pocket full of posies
Caught in a melt of time and self
Driven insane by a fightening spell
Chris! - Chris!
Damn this river, spiteful of curiosity
Vengeful against my rightful idiocracy
How was Chris to know.. He would die
Collapsing the river - deep inside
The shadows prevail through the trees
Dancing in ignorance of his fearful pleas
Please, have mercy on his soul
But no demon lives - that doesn't kill at home
Chris, I'm drowning Chris;
It's your turn to jump,
Just take a peek.
(Haunting Laughter)
hahahahahaha
The monster that used to be his friend
Now hunts his flesh for daily bread
The ghost runs mad in the brittle September leaves
Chris frantically sprints - from a beast he never see's
Flashlights follow me further
Yet the light just isn't - far enough
The Black Water
1:42 A.M.
Somewhere between dark and exhausted
Chris stumbles down a hill and tosses
Hitting stumps and sticks
Every stone - Every fucking inch
The laughing wimbs of ghost sends him
Right under the tip of deaths chin -
(That's when he hits the water)
Splashing around in a fit of somber
Cryptic haunter - he looks around paranoid
Scared, avoiding anything compared to a noise
--- Something grabs his foot ---
He looks down at the capture/crook
Danny boy, and he's pulling with so much might
Chris slips under the river, with no more fight
And as he looks up...
Flashlights shine on the surface
Yet the light just isn't - far enough
Closure
....In recent news, a boy was found dead early this morning on the Cape Fear River bank near Eastover. The police have identified the victim as Christopher Hagen, a 15 year old boy. Authorities say Christopher was there the night before with a friend, Danny Walker; evidently he and Danny were standing on a trussel bridge when Christopher pushed Danny off of it. Danny was found alive 5 miles down river, Christopher was not seen again until 6:00 A.M. this morning. Official say his pants got caught on an under water stump and he drowned. More on this story later. Back to you Tom.
Chris, Chris,
It's your turn to jump
Just take a peak
hahahahaha
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