The old church stood in a darkened corner where mountains merged with shaded valleys in the early evenings, but at night the building stood like a deathly cathedral, bait for daring young people to frighten themselves by entering.
It was more than just common during the time approaching Halloween to find teens breaking the chain at the foot of the hill approaching the abandoned church, and even more so to find them sneaking in through one of the entrances, sharing a spooky made up story about the place, perhaps tricking one or two among them with tales of just what happened there, just what the true story is of this dismal place.
Such is the case with Randall, teenage jock, ever popular with the ladies, and tonight angry frustrated and embarrassed youth with a grudge to bear. He's dragged Drew and his step-sister, Amber, along for one reason, and the reason certainly isn't dorky Drew.
Every guy in school has admired Amber in one way or another, whether it's her sweetness, kindness, innocence, or as with Randall, her smoking tight little body that he always figured would be another notch on the bedposts. However when Amber shot down his advances, and quite publicly, Randall's flawless rep with the rest of the jocks and in fact the whole school took a real hit.
Now he has the perfect plan of humiliation, a little terrifying torment of the girl who is just too good for him. Unfortunately tricking Amber on her own up to the old church was impossible, so Drew had to be invited as well. Unlike Randall, Drew has always been the respectful guy in Amber's life, a big brother even if not by blood. She trust him and that's why the plan is so flawless for Randall.
What none of the three could ever suspect is that the old church is more alive than the structural condition would lead anyone to believe, a downright demonic presence within the walls just waiting for the predictable ritual of horny teens putting scares into girls with crudely put together tales of what happened there.
Nobody could imagine that should a certain pretty face of pure innocence and a truly depraved made up tale spark the interest of this demonic presence just right, the story might just come true.
Once inside, Randall spins an intentionally insulting tale about the spot beneath the large columned arches, beneath the living eyes of this old sanctuary. He blends the feel of the place at night with the sweetness and fear budding in Amber's timid yet attractive form. How could he ever notice the darkness overtaking her eyes, the blackness masking her pretty blue innocence.
Will Randall get the scares he wanted out of the pretty blonde or will the pretty blonde put some real scares into him? Maybe just maybe, Amber will be taking as much as she puts in, especially when all three find themselves a part of a story that never existed, a story where they have been Ritualized and there is no escape.
