1964, Malden, Massachusetts, Malden high school. Peter walks into the schools hallways like he’s done many times before. He goes straight to his locker to put his books away and gather the items he needs for English literature. Josh bumps into Peter, pushing him to the locker. Peter collects himself in irritation while Josh and his group of friends laugh loudly and walk on. The bell rings and everyone in the hallways begin to scatter to their class. Peter stands at his locker for a moment, he is soon the only one in the hallway while still staring inside his open locker. While in his English lit class the Professor Cooke is discussing the Count of Monte Cristo and the themes of the book. Professor Cooke calls on Peter to hear his thoughts. “Revenge,” Peter muffles under his breath while looking down at his desk. “Very good, Peter,” Professor Cooke says in delight. “Loser,” josh says in what he thinks is a sly manner. Josh and his buddies start laughing while Veronica, the young lady sitting next to Peter, does not seem amused. “Don’t listen to them, they’re just mad that they’re idiots,” Veronica says. Peter looks up at her with a confused smirk. At the end of the school day Peter stands at his locker to gather his things. “Hey,” Veronica says in an upbeat manner. Peter turns around, once again confused, but with slight delight in his face. “We are having a small gathering tonight and I would love it if you came,”Veronica says. Peter doesn’t quite no how to answer. His phone rings, it reads “mom.” She must be outside waiting for him. “O...ok... sure,” Peter says with hesitancy. “Awesome! Here’s the address. 8 o’clock, ok!” Veronica turns and walks always almost with a sort of pep in her step. That night Peter is at dinner with his family, meatloaf and mashed potatoes, his favorite. “So, um, I got invited to a sort of party thing tonight.” Peters mom looks at Peter in amazement, as if Peter doesn’t typically offer up this type of information or any at all. After dinner Peter walks up to the front door to grab his coat and as he opens the door his mother walks up. “Be safe tonight, ok,” she has with a motherly smile on her face. “Always,” Peter says as he looks in his mother’s eyes. Peter pulls up to the house where the small gathering is being held. The house is very large and looks as if a celebrity could live in it. He takes a deep breath in his car and rubs his hands on his jeans a few times as if to wipe the sweat away. Peter walks up to the front door of the massive house, the walkway lit by lights in the ground with a large fountain in the front. Peter puts his hand up to knock but hesitates...he Proceeds to knock. The door opens and it’s Veronica. She’s wearing a cute shirt pink and white dress with white tennis shoes on and her hair half up, half down. Peter stairs in awe. “Peter! I’m so glad you came! Come in,” Veronica says very upbeat. She leads Peter in the house and he marvels at the chic style of the house. The furniture looks as if it was handmaid from France. Veronica leads Peter into the backyard, which is massive. There’s a large pool with a secret passage under the water fall. There’s a large bonfire to the right of the pool where about a dozen people are gathered. A mix of people, but all people that start to look familiar to Peter. Peter squints to see if his eyes are deceiving him. He starts to sweat and feel his heart race. “Hey, guys, look who’s here!” Veronica yells. Peter looks on realizing how big of a mistake to is was. “What the hell!” Josh says in a surprised manner and busts out in a huge, obnoxious laugh. The rest of the group begins to laugh as well. Veronica runs over into the arms of Josh’s friend, Nathan, and starts to laugh with the group. Josh walks over to Peter while taking a swig of the beer in his hand. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you actually did it,” Nathan says to Veronica. “I always follow through,” Veronica says right before making out with Nathan. Once Josh gets in front of Peter he places his hand on top of peters shoulder and slowly tightens his hand on his shoulder, Peter winces. “It’s looking like we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight,” Josh says creepily while taking another swig of his beer. “Hello, 911, what is your emergency?” “Please, please come help.... they’re dead, they’re all dead.” “Ma’am, is somebody hurt?” “Please hurry, he’s crazy!” “Ma’am, who’s crazy? Is there someone there with you?” “Help please!” “Ma’am, police are on the way, do you think you can give me any more details?” The voice on the phone stops. “Ma’am, ma’am, hello?” Police arrive at the house and bust in through the door and one officer goes straight to the backyard. The pool is glowing red. “Hey! I need some assistance back here,” the policewoman says in fright. More officers run to the back and look towards the bonfire where there are lifeless bodies scattered about. As they move closer they see a person standing in front of the fire. They get closer and it’s Peter, standing in front of the bonfire as if he’s frozen in time with a blank look on his face, blood covering the entire front side of his clothes. The officers grab Peter and time slows down. The officers quickly handcuff Peter and walk him to the police car. As Peter is being walked to the police car, Veronica is being wheeled out in a stretcher. She’s crying frantically, almost as if she can’t catch her breath. She too is covered in blood. Peter is placed in the back seat of the police car. He stares in a daze at the house with the blue and red lights from the police car flashing in his eyes. 2 years later, In a home for troubled kids, as Peter sits on his bunk A small girl walks up to Peter. Peter looks straight through her. The small girl places her doll on Peters bunk bed and Peter continues to stare into oblivion.

Present day, 2021, a group of 5 teenagers are sitting around a campfire. “Yeah, right. Plus, that place was abandoned years ago,” says one of the teens in disbelief. “I swear it’s a true story. They say he murdered them all and that’s where the Carrie story comes from,” the young man who told the story says. “You’re so full of it, Adam.” “Believe me or don’t, either way, they say the doll is still sitting on his bunk bed, covered in cobwebs, with Peters body dead next to it,” Adam says convincingly. “You’re not allowed to tell anymore stories,” the other teen says in a joking manner. The teenagers continue to laugh a gossip around the campfire.