Jack the Cult

It’s Friday night. Roxy was at home hanging out painting when her phone beeps. It startled Roxy because she was in the middle of a thought. It was a text from Frankie, her best friend.

Roxy and Frankie have been friends for nearly 15 years, since junior high. They had an art class together. They were paired up for a group exercise. Ever since then they were best friends.

I have two tickets for the Jack the Cult concert tonight, get ready I’ll pick you up at 8!

Oh, ok. Cool! Roxy replied and realizing the time. It was 6:30 pm. Knowing Franky she was going to be over sooner rather than later.

Roxy cleaned up most of her paints and brushes and went to the shower quick to wash off the paint. By 7:20 Franky was already honking her horn outside.

Roxy grabbed whatever she could find to throw on, grabbed her make up bag, and ran out to the car and do her make up on way to the concert.

“Nice hair dude!”

“Thanks, you didn’t give me much time,” Roxy replied sarcastically.

They finally made it to the city where the concert was being held. They had some difficulty finding the concert hall. Because it was this cheesy laid-back café where they sometimes held band that came to play.

When they got there, they couldn’t find a good spot to sit because the band was about to start. Eventually, they were able to go to the front and found a table to sit at and I’m not sure how, but the one guitar player had ordered them a drink.

End of the concert they were invited backstage to hang out and meet the band.

This was cool and fun, but they were also invited to go to after party Roxy didn’t think this was such a good idea but then again, she doesn’t get out very much and Franky was her only way home really.

The next morning Roxy woke up in her own bed and once she rolled over Franky was there as well. This made Roxy feel better about what happened last night. but she didn’t really remember much after the invite to the party. Or even how she got home.

She did know how much her head had hurt. She didn’t think she was drinking last night she only had that one drink that was ordered earlier on in the night otherwise she was drinking water for the rest of the night.

She crawled out of bed. Went to the bathroom then downstairs to make coffee and made some pancakes and hopefully recall what happened the night before.

Franky walked into the kitchen still a little groggy and looking at her phone. She had a text message assuming from one of the band members or someone from the party?

All the text said was; Thanks.

They thought it was weird. Franky had blacked out around the same time as the invitation to the after-party.

Franky and Roxy thought it was a little weird. They tried to call the number back, but it just went to this automated machine saying the number was out of order and to check the number again.

“Hey, do you remember how we got home last night?” Roxy asked.

“No, not really,” Franky thought about it for a minute. “Now that you mention it, I don’t remember anything from when we were invited to that house party.”

“Really? Me too,” Roxy said nervously.

“What should we do?”

“Well, we both woke up at home, with clothes on and the car in the driveway, so I don’t think anything actually baadd happened that we should be worried about. Maybe we just had too much to drink and someone drove us home then took a cab?” Roxy said trying to believe what she was hearing.

Roxy and Franky brushed it off. A few weeks go by and Roxy had woken up around 2 am to go to the bathroom. Instead of going back to bed, she went downstairs to get something to eat. Roxy had sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal when she saw something walk past the kitchen door.

“H-hello?”

No one answered. But Roxy could hear these whisperings where she saw the shadow walk by. So, Roxy didn’t even bother finishing her cereal before darting back upstairs to her room. She turned on all of the lights on the way to her room and slept with her room light on that night. Nothing else happened that night.

The next day Roxy had called Franky to tell her what happened, and Franky was intrigued because she heard some sort of screaming from her living room and then heard crashing. Franky didn’t end up going to check it out because she was too scared.

They agreed to go back to the concert hall to see if maybe someone knows something. When they got there, they found the door to be opened and someone was cleaning the bar floors.

“Excuse me?” Franky called out.

The janitor looked up saw the two girls; “Can I help you?”

“Maybe,” said Roxy. “We were here a few weeks ago for a concert.”

“Oooh.”

The way that he said ‘oh’ wasn’t a good thing. Roxy and Franky looked at each other and both said; “Oh?”

The janitor tried to brush them off, but Franky wasn’t having it; “What is it that you know?”

“I-I’m not supposed to even know, mind you, I’ll tell you what I know.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” said Franky.

Later they find out that the band and their girlfriends weere playing with a Ouija board. Something went wrong while using the board. A bad spirit managed to come through and the band was haunted. When Franky and Roxy showed up that night, they saw an opportunity to pass on the curse of having a spirit.

The band had invited the girls backstage for a meet and greet. They offered them something to drink and when they said yes, they managed to find a way to slip something in their drinks. This way they can get them to go to their ‘after-party.’ Kind of drugged them a bit and tricked them.

The band invited the girls back to the after-party and the girls, the band and their girlfriends started to play a game and they weren’t too sure if it works at all, but they could only hope for the best.

Franky started to complain that she wasn’t feeling very well. One of the band members drove them home and another band member had followed behind with the girl’s car.

Roxy and Franky looked at each other in horror. The fact that someone can do this to people on purpose just to get out of being haunted was horrible.

The janitor had walked off to continue his job while the two girls had tried to text the number, they had for one of the band members. The message had bounced back with an error message.

“Okay? I’ll try and call them,” Roxy said in confusion.

To find out that the number was disconnected.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Said Franky annoyed.

“Maybe we can go to their house?”

“We don’t even know where they live.”

“That’s true but maybe my location of where my phone has been could help?” offered Roxy.

“True. I never thought of that.”

Roxy had gone through her location settings and was able to find the address they needed. So, the girls had gotten back in the car and drove to the address. The house was in a gated community.

A security guard walked up to their car; “Can I help you, girls?”

“Maybe, we were here the other night at a house party. Would it be possible to get in a visit to the house?”

“DO you have an appointment? And who is it you’re trying to visit?”

“Jack the Cult,” Franky answered.

The security guard had looked at his computer system; “Sorry I don’t see any visitors on the list. Actually, I remember you girls. I’m surprised you even came back here. Especially after that night.”

“The fuck does that mean?” Roxy spat out.

“Oh, you girls don’t know?”

“Besides the fact they drugged us and tricked us. Then pawned their ghost friends on us?” Franky responded not pleased.

“Well, there’s that but the drummer ended up dying that night. Some sort of sacrifice.”

“Well, we need to get in and talk to them.”

“Normally I don’t just let people in but in your case, I’ll let you in.”

The security guard opened the gate to let them drive through. They drove up to the house and knocked on the door. Someone opened the door; “The fuck you are doing here?”

The guy seemed terrified when he saw the girls; “What the fuck did you do to us?”

“You need to fucking leave!” He had yelled and went to slam the door, but Franky had caught the door before it closed.

“You need to take this shit back!” Franky argued. “You can’t just pawn your demons on to people!”

“I’m calling the fucking cops if you don’t get out of here!”

“Try me you goon!”

Franky and Roxy pushed their way through the door and practically knocked the guy over.

“I can’t…. I won’t take it back,” He sounded scared.

“Why? You need to explain how you did this in the first place and how to fix this.”

“I’m sorry I can’t,” the girls followed him to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry what?” Roxy spat.

“It was by accident. I didn’t mean to.”

“You don’t make any sense,” said Franky. “Care to explain?”

“It was just supposed to be a game, a joke,” He started to explain. “We had a few drinks and the drummer’s girlfriend brought a Ouija board.”

“Okay….?” The girls said together.

“We were just fucking around and a few days later weird, creepy shit started happening. The drummer’s girlfriend, Brittney, what it seemed like a suicide.”

“What do you mean ‘what it seemed like’?”

“We all had some sort of attack from these demons and she couldn’t handle it and she jumped from the top of her apartment building.”

“Jesus.”

“Shit was getting too much. I found that we can pawn this thing off on to someone else-”

“So, you saw us and thought ‘hmm, those girls look stupid enough to pawn our troubles on to?”

“If you put it like that it sounds terrible.”

“Because it is fucking terrible!” Franky said.

“What happened to the drummer?” Roxy asked.

“We needed a sacrifice.”

“So, you just offed him?” asked Roxy.

“It’s not that simple.”

The police showed up; “Are you fucking kidding me?”

The police; “You girls need to leave.”

The police escorted them out of the neighbourhood.

“The fuck do we do now?”