Authors Note

Hello Everybody!

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Did you ever feel as though an idea sprung into your head, and it would be foolish not to act on it? Well I have one of these moments last night!

Tomorrow is October first, and while this was meant to be delayed, what better way to celebrate Halloween than with a short Ed, Edd n' Eddy story, set in the universe I created with Bad Girls with Big Hearts. This will be a short, yet fun little diddy (hopefully) and is not expected to exceed fifteen chapters.

I hope to complete this by Halloween, but as usual things happen so no promises. But it will definitely not be a year long project like the last one.

This is based off of one of my favorite episodes of Hey Arnold. All of you football head fans will get it!

SPOILER ALERT: This story takes place after Miracles and Mistletoes and is meant to be read with knowledge of the events that occurred within.

Well, here we go!

Ed, Edd, n' Eddy

In

The Ghost of Cobblers Peak

Chapter 1

It was a quiet autumn night in the town of Peach Creek. The month of October had arrived, and with it came the annual anticipation of the Halloween Holiday. Stores in the business district displayed various decorations in their windows, in the form of life sized scarecrows, ghosts and ghouls. Their shelves were stocked with collections of Halloween costumes, set to be donned by the children of the town on October 31st. The trees lining the lawns of the residence had changed color; their normally green leaves had vanished, and were replaced with those of various autumnal colors (red, orange, yellow and brown). Several trees have already shed their leaves, leaving their remains scattering on the lawns and sidewalks.

This particular night was darker than usual; while the moon was in it's full phase, it was partially eclipsed by a few stratus clouds, their dark and whispy forms slowly gliding across the moons bright white disk.

The little light emitted by the moon bathed the houses lining Rethink Avenue in a soft, cream colored glow. Behind Kevin's house, a small orange tent had been erected in the middle of the yard. A small lantern had been activated within, it's electromagnetic radiation passing through the thin membrane of the tent, allowing the shadows of the occupants to be seen moving about.

Keeping with the spirit of the season, the boys of Rethink Avenue had decided to organize a Friday night camp out, the intent being to enjoy various form of junk food such as s'mores and popcorn, all the while telling scary stories and sharing good times with friends.

Within the tent, Double Dee had taken up post near one of the corners. His green sleeping bag had been laid out with care, next to a small toiletry bag containing his face wash, tooth brush, and a case for his jet black wig.

Due to receiving a replica of his original hair last Christmas, (a beautiful gift from Marie), Double Dee was now able to voluntarily remove his brothers beloved ski hat, and place it in storage for safe keeping. The wig was a perfect replica of his pre-injury hair style; poker straight and jet black, parted on the side and hanging slightly below his ears. The gift had substantially raised the brainy boys self confidence, and he could not have been any more happy.

Next to Double Dee, Kevin, Eddy and Rolf sat in sequence, forming something of a semi-circle on the far side of the tent. All were wearing their standard fall attire; long sleeved versions of their typical summer wear, with Kevin opting to add a brown hounds tooth jacket over his green shirt.

The lovable oaf Ed had taken his place on the opposite side of the tent. In his hand, he clasped a flashlight, shining it upward over his face as typical of an individual telling a scary story. It happened to be his turn to do so, and as usual, the over-imaginative Ed did not fail to deliver.

As the tall boy completed his story, Double Dee looked on with a neutral expression; Kevin and Eddy appeared rather bored, resting their cheeks on the palms of their hands. Rolf on the other hand appeared quite frightened, clutching a large piece of ham (meant to drive evil demons away) in his hands as he listened:

"And so," said Ed in a relatively spooky sounding voice, "The over radiated mashed potatoes lived on, mutating continuously while retreating to the sewers, waiting for the opportunity to rise from the depths...at which time they will infect a new individual, resulting in the return of the...MUTANT SPACE WOMEN OF PLANET BLURGA! MWAH HAH HAH HAH!"

Ed switched off the flashlight, while simultaneously adopting a smile.

"The end," said Ed in a quick and dopey manner.

The boys remained silent for a few moments, at which point Double Dee decided to chime in.

"Well Ed," said Double Dee, "That was...interesting.."

"What are ya deaf?" asked Eddy, "That was just that same stupid story he always tells from that special he watches every Halloween. Remember the one he told Jonny when the girls chased us into his house? He just replaced the girls with some space women."

"Well Eddy," said Double Dee, "If you think you can do better, then why don't you share your creative macabre themed story?"

"Yeah dorky!" yelled Kevin, "Put up or shut up!"

"Rolf must hear no more," said Rolf in a fearful manner, "For his loins are about to release, just like the backs of many whales!"

At that point Eddy rose from his seated position, and made his way towards Ed.

"Well if ya think Eds story was scary Rolfie Boy," said Eddy as he snatched the flashlight from his friend, "Just wait till you hear my story."

"Alright dork, cut out the suspense," said Kevin as Ed took a seat next to him, grabbing a handful of popcorn in the process, "What's it called..."

"The Legend of the Ghost of Cobblers Peak!" said Eddy in a creepy manner, "And unlike Ed's story, this one is real!"

"Oh geez, not that story again," said Kevin.

"I'm afraid I am not familiar with this particular legend," said Double Dee.

"No problem," said Eddy, "It's a true story about love gone awry, with murderous consequences...and it all happened right here in Peach Creek."

The boys watched as Eddy dimmed the camping lantern and activated the flashlight, turning the beam into a position such that it shined upward onto his face. He proceeded to begin his story, as his friends listened in suspense.

Many years ago, back before any of us were born, a young woman lived in a house where our neighborhood once stood. She was a farmers daughter, beautiful, kind, loved horses and her boyfriend too.

One day, her boyfriend asked for her hand in marriage, and she said yes. The young woman couldn't have been happier; she had met the man of her dreams and was set to be married to him in a matter of months.

However, one night, a few days before she was set to meet him at the altar, the young woman decided to pay her boyfriend a surprise visit at his house, located on the other side of the creek. She traversed the woods, the same swampy woods we all know and love behind the trailer park, slowly and full of bliss; her oil lantern in hand as she excitedly walked to the man she loved dear.

Upon reaching his house, she quietly climbed up onto the porch, in an attempt to enter his second story window. However, upon glancing the window, she was met with the most unwelcome sight. Her boyfriend was not alone; rather, he was underneath another woman, in the throws of passion.

Filled with rage, in mere moments, the heartbroken young farm girl was driven to insanity. She climbed down from the porch, broke into the shed, and retrieved a 20 lb sledge hammer from within. Quietly, she entered the house, tip toeing ever so gingerly up the stairs, in an attempt to surprise her cheating boyfriend, and his mistress. She entered the room, sledgehammer in hand, and made her way to the bed.

Her boyfriends eyes were closed as he lay on his back, enjoying the gifts provided by his mistress. By the time he reopened them, it was too late, for the farm girl had hit his mistress away with the hammer, knocking her out cold. Slowly and methodically, she beat the woman to death, blood spattered everywhere as her boyfriend watched in horror. He could do nothing but stare as his fiancé turned towards him with a horrible, maniacal grin; with a swing of the hammer, he shared his mistresses fate.

In the tent, both Ed and Rolf were shaking out of fear as Eddy told the story. They clutched each other in their arms as their teeth chattered at an alarming pace. After a slight pause, Eddy decided to continue the story.

After her murderous rampage, the woman stole the keys to her boyfriends pickup truck. With nothing left to live for, she turned on the engine, and drove the vehicle to the edge of Cobblers Peak, overlooking the woods. With one final kick, she floored the gas pedal, sending the truck careening over the cliff and down into the trees. On the way down, the truck struck a tree trunk, ejecting the woman from the vehicle...her life ended with her impaled on one of the tree branches, deep within the woods.

"Alright Dork, I'll admit that you tell a good story," said Kevin, "But there ain't no way there's any truth behind it."

"Oh wrong you are Kevy boy," said Eddy, "What do you think happened to the Foley brothers last fall, remember those three upper class men that suddenly didn't show up for football practice on Monday?"

"They moved away, duh?" said Kevin.

"That's what they want you to think," said Eddy, "If you let me finish my story, you'll find out why they never came back."

"Make my day," said Kevin.

The Foley brothers were unaware, just like many before them, that the Ghost of Cobblers Creek still walks the woods to this day. On the cool autumn nights of October she can be heard laughing maniacally throughout the woods. They say hell has no fury like a woman scorned, and in this case they are right. Her ghost only targets adolescent men, for in her mind all men need to pay for the dishonor her fiancé delivered to her in life. She lies waiting, ready to her revenge on any unsuspecting man foolish enough to walk through the woods...and the Foley brothers were no exception.

Like many before them, they entered the woods on a dare...a dare to challenge the ghostly maiden. They laughed and joked, and even tried to provoke the deadly spirit...and they soon found out that it was a big mistake.

Suddenly, the trees surrounding them began to close in, their branches reaching toward them...creaking and twisting as faces began to form within the bark...their hollowed out and disfigured eyes forming with the sound of splintering wood. The trees moaned and muttered as they reached for the brothers, who ran through the foliage, attempting to find a way out.

The boys ran through the woods, screaming their heads off as they did. They eventually came to a clearing, over looking the calm waters of Peach Creek. The three boys, scared beyond belief, decided to take a rest on one of the logs...trying to reason with themselves that what they saw was not real.

As the moonlight shined over the clearing, the clouds suddenly passed in front of the heavenly body, obstructing its light. At that point, the sound of a crows call, but heavily distorted and demonized, filled the air. A few moments passed, at which point a few more calls came from within the dark woods, scaring the boys to death...

After a few moments of eerily silence, the moonlight returned. However, at that exact moment, a horde of black crows suddenly attacked. They came from all directions, scratching and pecking, relentlessly. The injured boys began to run once again, bleeding heavily from their injuries, attempting to escape their vicious onslaught.

The boys ran for several hundred feet, the crows continuously pecking them as they did so. This continued until the boys came to a small rocky outcropping, a cave of sorts. Desperate and weak from their injuries, the boys took refuge, hoping to weather the avian storm.

To their great fortune, the flood of crows suddenly stopped...it was as if they were a plague, turned off as quickly as they were turned on. After ensuring the crows were gone, the boys decided to inspect their injuries.

With one click, the oldest used his cigarette lighter to brighten the small cave. However, to their dismay, they came upon an eerie sight. Peppered around the cave were several pikes, around twenty or so...on the end of each pike were various human heads. Some retained their skin...others were missing their jaw...still others were nothing more than skulls. On some, blood had dried as it trickled down their face, and they appeared to be screaming for their lives. It all became clear...these men were all of the Ghosts former victims, impaled on old tree branches just as she was...the men who didn't make it out of the forest alive..

At that moment, a slight moan sounded from deeper with the cave. Although his hand shook out of fear, the oldest boy trained his lighter in the direction of the sound, his face gasping with horror as he found its source.

Standing on the other side of the cave was a man, a zombie if you will. He hobbled towards them with a limp, moaning with every step. His left arm hung limp towards the ground, the bones in it appearing to be broken, with one in the forearm protruding from his skin. The other hand was held outward, as if he were attempting to grab the boys. His lower jaw was loose, hanging limply toward his neck, the tongue within moving around, but unable to form any words other than a gastly gagging sound. His nose was missing, and the boys could not even tell if he was looking at them, yet if he could even see...his eyes were nothing but white, no pupils or color...it was her ex-fiancé, her demonic powers forcing him to suffer, living trapped in the caves as a living corpse...still in pain and battered from his unfortunate end.

Wasting no time, the boys ran yet again...back out into the woods and away from the cave of horrors. As they paused behind a distant tree, attempting to catch their breath, they began to hear the soft sound of a woman's voice...humming softly to the tune of "Hush Little Baby"

Upon hearing the eerie sound, all three boys slowly peered their heads around the tree, angling their eyes towards the noise. It was at that point that they spotted her, the Ghost of Cobblers Creek herself. A woman dressed in white, in a long slightly tattered wedding dress. She floated above the ground, appearing as if she were ten feet tall. Her face was completely covered by her wedding veil, and her arms were covered by long white gloves, stained in several places with a bloody red. Last but not least, she cradled a bloody 20lb sledgehammer in her hands.

The boys stared, paralyzed with fear as the ghost continued to hum her creepy melody. A few seconds passed at which point she uttered a few simple words.

"Alright men, why don't you be good little boys and run for me...while you still can."

As she finished her statement, the boys took off, running through the woods. However, every attempt at escape proved worthless, for everywhere they turned, the spirit of the maiden reappeared in front of them, seeming to chase them down, all the while humming her gentle tune.

Eventually, the boys found an abandoned shack, once used by traveling lumberjacks as a place of lodging. They funneled inside, barracading the doors with a 2x4, while attempting to phone the police with their cell phones. Unfortunately, one by one their cell phones exploded, yet another act carried out by the demonic powers of the ghost.

They then heard a slight rap on the door. The maiden had arrived, gently knocking on the wooden planks as she continued to hum. An eerie silence overcame the shack, the only sound being the hum of the maiden, taunting the boys from outside.

Suddenly there was a loud crash, as the head of the sledgehammer pierced through the wooden door. The boys screamed bloody murder as the sledgehammer continued to strike the door, breaking pieces away with each strike.

Eventually the maiden broke through, and began making her way towards the cowering boys. She lifted the hammer high over her head, laughing as she did so. The screams of the boys were quickly silenced with the drop of the hammer, and they were never seen again.

Back in the tent, Ed and Rolf continued to cower in each other's arms as Kevin and Double Dee looked upon Eddy with neutral expressions. Eddy switched off his flashlight, and simultaneously brought the lantern back to maximum intensity.

"While the story was quite gruesome and not necessarily my cup of tea," said Double Dee, "I must admit, you did a wonderful job at setting the mood and delivering quite the fright. I never knew you were such a superb story teller."

"Hey, it's easy when your just reciting the truth," said Eddy.

"I call Bull," said Kevin, "C'mon dorky, you can't actually believe that story is real?"

"Well if you are so sure of yourself," said Eddy, "Why don't you pay a visit to the woods next Friday night?"

Kevin paused for a few moments, slightly stunned at Eddy's statement.

"Yeah right," said Kevin, "I ain't wasting my time walking through the woods, I got better things to do on a Friday night."

"Uh Oh," said Eddy, "Sounds like somebody's chickening out."

"If you're so brave, how about you take a trip in the woods?" said Kevin, "I'll go if you go."

"Deal," said Eddy, "We'll all go. We'll meet behind Eds house next Friday night, and walk the creek for a few hours. I'll get my video camera to get some photographic evidence. We'll be the first kids to escape alive, and we can sell the footage for a pretty penny."

"Not bad Dorkie," said Kevin, " Now you're speaking my language.

Across tent, Double Dee sighed as he observed Kevin and Eddy plan their ghost hunt; an activity which he knew he would be drug into. The black haired teen simply sighed and buried his head into a biology textbook.