Pet Sematary

Pet Sematary

Status: In Progress

Genre: Horror

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Horror

Summary

A fan fiction novel based on the Pet Sematary series by Stephen King. My own version of how the third Pet Sematary movie/book would go.

Summary

A fan fiction novel based on the Pet Sematary series by Stephen King. My own version of how the third Pet Sematary movie/book would go.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Moving into the house in Main

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 25, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 25, 2016

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Pet Sematary

The Pet Sematary by the original Creed house!!

 

The original Creed house that is now remodeled in my version. The house the Hetfield family moves into.

Chapter 1- Moving into the old house in Main

“Hey Mom; look the house!” said eight-year-old Billy Hetfield as she pointed out of the window at the huge one story white house with the big spacious porch and lots of windows.

“Yeah Honey; isn’t it gorgeous?” said her Mother Cindy Hetfield from the driver’s seat of her SUV. The SUV slowly turned a corner and drove into the drive way of the unique looking 18th century home. As she drove into the drive way, she saw a car parked in front and a woman standing close to it holding what seemed to be a chart. “That most be the realtor sweetie,” said Cindy as she stopped her car behind the black Toyota Camry. She could hear her daughter getting more and more excited in the backseat. Cindy opened her car door and stepped out. The realtor walked up to her and smiled at her with welcoming grace.

“Welcome, Mrs. Hetfield….” Said the realtor as she extended her hand out for a hand shake.

“It’s Miss Hetfield,” said Cindy. “My husband just died about two months ago, so I’m a widow now,” said Cindy as she shook the woman’s hand.

“My apologies,” said the realtor.

Just then Billy opened the back seat car door and stepped out. Her black golden retriever jumped his way out after her. The old dog ran around in the yard as Billy made her way around the car to her Mother’s side.

“This is my daughter Billy. She has been looking forward to our new house for a while now,” said Cindy as she pulled her daughter against her side.

The realtor looked down at Billy and smiled.The little girl was a beauty with gorgeous golden blond hair down her back, piercing big baby blue eyes and nice pink heart shaped lips like her Mother. She was the spinning image of her Mother; dispite her Mother's higher cheek bones and thicker suckle lips. “Well I hope you love your new home Billy. I am sure your mom will too,” she said. “If you will, follow me inside.” She gestured for them to follow her.

Cindy and her daughter walked behind the realtor towards the front porch. She heard Billy calling out to her dog.

“Max…. come on Max, it’s time to go inside,” yelled Billy to her dog which was now making its way to her.

When they got to the front door, the realtor reached into her back pocket and brought out a little gold key. She used the key to open the front door. The family of three along with the realtor made their way into the front foyer of the house.

“As you already know the house was built back in the 1700's. It is fully furnished. It was just recently remodeled into a more modern style. The tiles on the floor are new along with the marble floor and utensils in the kitchen,” said the Realtor as she showed them around the living room and kitchen. “For the re-modelization of this house, the price is pretty cheap,” said the realtor. They stopped at the kitchen.

“Yeah why so cheap? It seems like it would cost so much more, because of all this new and up to date stuff,” said Cindy as she looked at the high tech gas stove and marble wood cabinets.

“Oh, this house has some history,” said the Realtor.

Cindy opened a cabinet and peered inside. “What sort of history?” asked Cindy. She looked back at the realtor.

“Oh, I don’t know, I just know there were not allot of people interested in buying it. It has been up on the market for some years now.”

“I hope nobody died,” said Cindy. She shut the cabinet door.

“Oh, no! Nothing like that, I hope,” said the realtor.

“Well alright!” relied Cindy.

The realtor handed her the gold key. “Well I think you have already seen everything about the house from our videos and pictures I sent to you a month ago. I hope you enjoy your new home and if any other questions come up, please don’t hesitate to call me.” She reached into her purse and brought out a business card, handing it to Cindy.

Cindy took it and stared at the black ink engraved on the front. It read “Stephen and Corp Realtors.” Below the name was a couple of names and phone numbers. “Umm…which number is yours?” asked Cindy.

The realtor pointed to a number beside a name that read Amy Sanders. “That’s my name and number. Feel free to come call at any time during the day,” she said.

“Thank you Amy. You have been really helpful.”

Cindy walked the realtor to her car. “Well see you later,” said the realtor right before she got into her car.

“Goodbye Amy,” said Cindy. Cindy watched the realtor get into her car and pull out of the drive way. After she was gone, Cindy decided to bring all of the boxes of belongings into the house. She was going to place them in the foyer.; later on she would unpack them and put her and her daughter’s things up.

As Cindy brought the boxes of belongings into the house, Max ran his way out of the open front door with Billy running after him.

“Honey, it’s getting late. “You can stay out and play with Max for a little bit longer, but you have to come in soon,” said Cindy as Max and Billy ran by her. She picked up last box from the trunk of the car. She adjusted the big heavy boxes in her hand and carried it inside the house. She slowly set the box down with the other boxes in the foyer.

Cindy heard Max barking outside. She decided to take a look and see what was going on. She walked over to the open door way and looked out at her daughter who was holding Max on his leech across the yard, while he was barking and trying to get free from her hold. The dog seemed to be barking at a secret path along the side of their drive way. Cindy could not tell exactly where the path led too, but her dog was really disturbed by it.

“Hey Billy, what’s Max barking at?” asked Cindy as she made her way over to them.

“I don’t know Mom. He is really getting all worked up about this path here. She frantically pulled the dog back by his leech. Max would not give up; he kept on barking and trying to break free.

Cindy came up to them and grabbed Maxes leech from Billy’s hand. “Stop it Max, stop it,” she Yelled. The dog would not give up. She kneeled down beside the golden retriever and tried to calm him down. She rubbed the dog and patted at his ears in an attempt to calm him. After a few more rubs, Max finally calmed down.

“Let’s go inside. I’ll order Pizza,” said Cindy. Cindy pulled at Max’s leech, making the dog let out a soft whimper. Both her and her daughter along with Max made their way across the front yard and into the house.

When they got into the house, Cindy handed Billy the leech. She shut the door as Billy and Max raced down the hallway. Cindy walked back into the kitchen and grabbed her purse from the marble counter top. She reached inside to search for her phone. She finally pulled it out from the bottom. She dialed the pizza company number and ordered a large pepperoni pizza with a bottle of soda to go with it.

After she was done, she decided to set the table. She walked back into the foyer and sorted through a couple of boxes. She finally brought out some plates and glasses out of a box that read fragile on the outside of it. She set the kitchen table. After she was done, she sat there and waited for the pizza man.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. She got up and ran towards the door, but her daughter had already beat her too it. She walked behind her daughter who was taking the pizza box from the delivery man and was thanking him for delivering it.

“Honey why don’t you take the pizza to the kitchen, while I pay this nice young man?” asked Cindy to her daughter. Billy nodded and walked away. Cindy reached into her pocket and brought a couple of dollar bills, handing it to the nice stranger. He thanked her for the money and turned to leave. She shut the door and made her way back to the kitchen. When she got there, Billy already had her plate full with slices of pizza and was already chewing on a slice. “You should wait for me Billy,” said Cindy as she took a slice of pizza from the box and placed it on her plate.

Billy just mumbled a “sorry” as she bit on a slice with her mouth still full. Cindy sat down and ate with her daughter.

“Billy, how do you like your new room?” asked Cindy.

Billy looked up from her food. “It’s nice Mom…." Her face suddenly turned sad and she slowed her chewing in her mouth. I really wish Daddy was here with us.” She suddenly collapsed back on her chair and put her head down with sadness on her face.

Cindy could tell her daughter really missed her father. He had died in a tragic car accident two months ago. It was really tragic for her and her daughter when they heard of his passing. Billy cried for a month and locked herself up in her room. She was very devastated. Cindy did not know what to do at that time. She had been devastated herself. She also grieved for her diceased husband, by pulling away from family and friends. She did not want to do anything or go anywhere for a month. One of her husband’s family members had to talk to her. She told her to get up and start being a Mother and a Father to her daughter. Because Cindy was a stay at home Mother when her husband was alive, she found it difficult to find a job with her Pediatrician M.D degree. She finally found a job opportunity in The Main town of Ludlow, a few miles from where she lived. It was a self-practice and it was a promising opportunity for her, so she decided to move there. She searched through the newspaper ads for houses that were on the market in Main. She finally found one and contacted the realtors. The realtor’s told her everything about the house and sent her videos. She loved the house and made it a done deal. Her and her daughter packed up and moved 3 miles to the little town of Main.

“Oh, Honey; I wish Daddy was here too,” said Cindy as she stared at her grieving daughter. “Why don’t you finish up and I’ll tuck you in bed. It’s about time for bed.”

Billy lifted her head back up and continued to eat. After she was done, Cindy got up and took her daughters hand. She led her down the corridor to her bedroom. Billy’s bedroom was very beautiful with mermaid drawings on the pink walls and a pink canopy bed in the corner. There was a nice little bedside table beside it and a small closet on the other side of the room. Cindy watched as he daughter got ready for bed. She got out of her clothes and put on her night gown. Cindy tucked her daughter into bed. Before she shut off the bedside lamp light, she kissed her daughter on the forehead.

Cindy was feeling tired and sleepy. She knew she had to clear the table before heading to bed. She made her way make into the kitchen. She picked up the plates and cups from the kitchen table, placing them in the sink. She rinsed them off and placed them inside the dish washer one at a time. After she was done, she turned the dish washer on. She walked out of the kitchen. Before she headed to bed, she picked up a box full of her clothes.

Inside her bedroom, she placed the box down on the floor and took off her clothes. She grabbed her night gown from the box and put it on. She cut off the light and jumped into bed. Snuggling under the covers, she quickly fell into a dreamful asleep.

As Cindy slept, she kept seeing the many faces of the souls whose lives were taken by the burial ground beyond the pet sematary. She saw the faces of louis Creed, Rachel Creed, Gage Creed, Drew Gilbert, Gus Gilbert and Clyde Parker; the souls that the evil of the soiled earth beyond the Sematary took. Cindy seemed to be disturbed by their faces and was tossing and turning in bed. They seemed to be calling out to her but she could not understand what they were saying. The voices kept chanting the words, “The barrier is not meant to be crossed. The ground is sour.” Those words were repeated a few times until the faces finally vanished and the voices got further and further away; and then finally stopped. She finally relaxed and drifted into a more peaceful and deeper sleep.

 

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