Summer of the Demon pt 5: Cursed Objects & Football Camp Horror Finale

The cursed Jersey has one final game to play. In the thrilling conclusion of Summer of the Demon, Eddie Richter and the survivors of Camp Red Feather face the truth behind the Demon, a shocking final betrayal, and a nightmare showdown. We're losing means being dragged straight to hell? What's that? You want to be scared? Come with me. You will experience tales over our roam, ghosts and death. He does not recommended for the week at art Listeners in the Dark. It's more fun at that way way. This is Weekly Speaking. Hello, my spookies, It's Wednesday, and you know what that means.

It's time for a little spooky in your weekly. I'm your host and narrator, Henrique Couto, and tonight we are bringing you the grand finale of Summer of the Demon, our summer mini series by Rob Fields. If you've missed the previous installments, make sure to check those out on the podcast feed or at Weeklyspooky dot com. And don't worry, there's a recap at the beginning. But before we get to all that, I want to say thank you all so much for helping me keep the Halloween spirit alive. In the summer months. You are the true, honorable Spookies, and I'm proud to be one of you and to serve you.

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Eddie Richter tried to run from it, tried to fight it, but could only survive it. And now the game is almost over. The truth is coming out, the jersey is changing hands, the demon is ready to settle the score, and before the night is done, Eddie, Jessica, Charlie and the Serpents will be forced onto the field for the most dangerous game of their lives. It's not just football anymore, It's survival. So buckle in my spookies last time. On Summer of the Demon, Eddie Richter is hurt when he tries to save Jessica Branlake from being killed.

He has a nightmare which helps him realize how the Demon can be stopped. When the Demon returns during another scrimmage at Camp Redfeather, the team gangs up on him and strips him of his jersey, revealing him to be Mark Schumer. Shortly after, however, Jessica has the jersey in her hands. Is she really going to assume her brother's legacy? And what horrible events are still to come? Find out? Right now? In the thrilling conclusion to Summer of the Demon by Rob Fields, Jessica Branlake lowers the jersey and hands it back to Charlie. No way, I saw what this thing did to Greg.

I don't want any part of it. I breathe a huge sigh of relief, knowing Jessica is still a good woman. When Coach Mercer has Mark locked up. She comes over to me. I saw how you looked at me, Eddie, she says, I ain't my brother. Now I feel bad. You just scared me when you held up the jersey like that. She lowers herself a little so we can kiss. When she stands up straight, she tells me, I guess this is where we part ways? Now? Huh do you want to? I ask, feeling like my stomach just dropped.

No, she says, without hesitation, I feel much better now, me neither. Then she looks at me. Funny, something's still bothering you, I said, I don't want to break up. I shake my head. No, that ain't it. You were there, Jessica. We both saw Mark get carried off by the demon. It doesn't make sense. Slap me silly if you want, But I really don't think this demon shit is over. Jessica and I go and confirm Mark Schumer is indeed inside an empty cabin coach. Mercer's got people guarding him at the door and windows. Mark still got that devilish smile.

It's really bothering me. What does he know that the rest of us don't. The asshole's right, Chase Randall groans, We can't just hand Mark over to the cops. They won't believe us unless one of us puts the jersey on. Then Chase snatches it from Charlie, and that's when it finally hits me. I point at Chase. It's been her this whole time. Chase gives me an evil smile. Too bad, you figured it out much too late, you little shit. Before we can stop her, she quickly puts the jersey on. Now she's growing and changing until she becomes the demon.

Feels wonderful having this awesome power again. She points to the cabin. I'll take Mark back now. Charlie ain't backing down. Yeah, we'll come and get him. When Chase obliges, the other players move from their posts to help. Even Chase ain't got no problem knocking what's left of us away. Charlie tries grappling with Chase, but he's no match for even her. Why Chase, Jessica yells, She laughs, Soon you'll all know my madness. She comes at us again, not waiting for anybody to get up. Now she's easily knocking people unconscious. Charlie thaws. Don't go down so easily, though, Chase keeps hitting him again and again until he's finally on his knees and grabbing hold of the jersey.

Go spit. Charlie roars when she hits him again and finally knocks him out. No, no, no, Chase calls out. When Jessica and I run, I got plans for you both. She lands in front of us and grabs me. Then she backhands Jessica hard to knock her out. Chase grins in my face. Now nap time. Another backhanded slap knocks me out. I groan and wake up on the field. I can't move and realize I'm tied up. Then I see the rest of us are tied up too. I was hoping you'd wake up. Chase Randall appears, holding the double zero jersey in her hands.

Oh, come on, I didn't hit all of you that hard. She looks at Charlie. Well maybe you hell. I'm surprised you recovered first, considering I gave you a good fist beating. Mark Schumer's standing next to her. He drapes an arm around her. Man, the looks on all your stupid faces. Chase knocks his arm away. How about the look on your stupid face? Mark? Huh? He mutters. Chase quickly moves away from him and pulls the jersey back on, becoming the demon again. Then she grabs him and lifts him off the field. I don't need your dumbass anymore.

Chase beats the hell out of him. When Mark's wobbling, she punches him in the gut hard and his fist comes out her back. He drops to the ground. Chase turns back to us. Katie Kleine was the key. I figured this jersey would end up in the hospital Morgue, but when I broke in and didn't find it, I knew Katie had already taken it. I had to find her and kill her to get what was rightfully mine. I finally caught up to her in Cleveland. She comes over to Jessica and me. Remember when we read in the journals about Katie accusing Greg of being with other girls.

It was me. I was his vicious vixen. Greg and I would do absolutely anything for each other, even kill you. See, it's always been about Greg and me. Chase removes the jersey and turns back to normal again. Katie took Greg from me. She's really excited now, as she turned gaze to just Jessica and me. Tonight, I am going to restore Greg. Jessica's pissed you dug up Greg's body. She laughs coldly. Bingo and tonight also means there's gonna be a little family reunion between you two now. Chase looks at me, But you need to be scared, you little shit.

You stole the state championship from Greg last fall. Then that bitch killed him. She points to this big lump on the turf, covered by what looks like a big tarp. Yes, that's Greg's body. Dug him up myself. Chase holds up the jersey. Once I put this on, he'll be fully restored. I could have done it earlier, but I wanted all of you here to witness it, especially you two. The demon began with McKnight. That's how I got a taste for it. But this power belongs to Greg, the one true demon. Chase moves to Greg's body and kneels down beside it.

Since we're all tied up, we can't do anything. As Chase puts the jersey on Greg. When she finishes, it begins to glow bright. Yes, damn if she wasn't carrying a serious torch for Greg. Oh, you gotta be fucking shitting me, Jessica says, sounding like she wet herself. Chase really knew what she was doing. The demon is now standing next to her. I've seen that monster enough times, both last fall and in my nightmares to know that that is Greg Branlake. He looks down and sees Chase smiling from ear to ear. You did all this, Chase squeals loudly.

Oh God, yes, everything I did was all for you, baby. I love you so much. Greg suddenly snatches Chase right up to him and holds her tenderly against his giant, monstrous body as they kiss with passion. I'd be glad for them if they weren't the bad guys here. When they finish, he looks her in her teary eyed face. I love you, too, vicious vixen. I always said it was you and me. Chase sniffles. You and me, baby, forever and ever I can make, forever and ever happen. Wanna be close to me like you ain't never been close to me before?

Anything, Greg, She cries out anything. Greg lowers himself to Chase. Come inside this jersey with me, then be one with me. Wow, Chase is so in love with Greg. She nods quickly and turns her back to him. He stuffs her up inside his jersey. Soon her head's poking out the neck next to him. Now both their eyes glow hot. Greg holds Chase close as they seemingly melt together. Soon she's completely gone. Greg groans with satisfaction. Yes, my vicious vixen, Now you're one with me. Nobody can stop us now he looks much bigger and stronger and meaner.

Yeah, Greg and Chase are one, all right. This combo demon looks at me specifically, then comes and breaks our ropes. Oh no, you ain't free, pee wee. Only reason we're cutting you loose is so you can try earning your freedom now. The combo demon looks at Jessica. Really, sis, pee wee, richter boy, who you won't spread your legs for? You could do way better, Kiss my poocy, Greg, she yells, showing nothing is changed in their sibling rivalry. The combo demon points at me. We're gonna play another football game, pee wee. That's why none of you are dead yet your team wins.

You all live and go free. You lose, we drag all of you to hell, where you'll be screaming for us each and every day forever. They point to Jessica, including you. They glance over their shoulder. Eh. Two cheerleaders are running for it. The combo demon goes after them and catches up easily, then knocks their heads together. When one girl falls on her butt, the demon literally tears the girl still standing apart, limb from limb. We all grown at how painful that must have been. Then the combo demon grabs the ankles of the other girl and make a wish.

The other girl makes a shrill scream as they quickly pull her legs apart, farther and farther than they were ever meant to go. When they release, she staggers to her knees. She's bleeding out fast, and her insides drop to the turf. The demon literally split her at the crotch. Then she falls onto her side and dies. The demon comes back to us, anyone else want to try running away? When we ain't moving, They sneer again. We didn't think, so, they point out to the field. Move your asses. We got a final game to play. This is where we settle the score.

Pee wee the other guys are looking my way. I can't tell if they're blaming me for the fix. We're all in or what. Then Charlie Thoss puts a hand on my good shoulder. We're still a team, squirt, he rumbles, and we're playing that first SEC game against old miss you hear me. I nod quickly. Even though the Combo Demon's a bigger threat than Charlie, I'm not gonna disagree with him. Before we take the field, the Combo Demon points to Jessica, you are playing too sis. Why don't you show everybody how much you like that wimp Richter and help him out.

Jessica tightens her fists and jaw. You know, Greg, even after all this, you're still a little mama's bitch. No wonder, I always got the better of you. The Combo Demon shakes their head, but not today. They have a football in their hands. We'll kick off to you, whimps. I look at Jessica and she looks at me. Don't worry, Eddie. I can handle myself, and when we win, I'm gonna fuck you real good. I gulp when she gives me that devilish smile. I don't know if I'm lucky having Jessica, or I'm just a sucker for punishment.

Still, what did I do to deserve someone like her? Now it's time, no going back, no way out. The big game begins. The Combo the Demon kicks off to us. Charlie easily catches the football, then he tosses it my way. I suck it up and run the ball down the field. When the Combo Demon tries tackling me, I do what I did the first time we played, during the Battle for Strickfield last fall. I leap up high and let the Combo Demon slide right underneath me. When I land, I head right into the end zone.

The other guys are cheering behind me. Suddenly the scoreboard comes to life on its own, but the score is seven to zero. No extra points, two point conversions, or field goals. It's seven per score period and no penalties. The Combo Demon and I stare each other down as I return to the others with the ball. Only now we've got a new problem. We ain't got no kicker, you guys. Jessica groans, Oh Jesus Christ, give me that goddamn ball. Jessica is still fuming when she cries out and kicks the hell out of that pigskin. The Combo Demon moves back and catches the ball.

Then they start running our way. As we head out to meet them. You guys heard Greg, Jessica yells he said no penalties. Kick his ass. Charlie heard my woman loud and clear, and hits the Combo Demon hard with a shoulder tackle that would have cost us fifteen yards easily and possibly got him kicked out of the game. The Combo Demons on their butt, but they get back up and fast, still holding the ball. Normally Greg would be down, but no penalties means exactly that. The Combo Demon knocks Early aside and runs at us again. The rest of us move to attack.

Then I feel someone's foot on my back as if running Jessica no, I call out, but she's mad as hell when she throws herself right into the Combo Demon, taking them down to the astro turf. With the ball loose, Jessica snatches it up and runs it in. She turns to face them, throwing the ball down hard. Then she raises both of her middle fingers and shouts things a grown ass woman like her shouldn't be saying, Jason Norman slaps my good shoulder. She ain't your girlfriend, peewee, you are her boyfriend. I give him that look, saying he ain't wrong.

The scoreboard changes to fourteen in Zher, but it doesn't take long for the Combo Demon to get back into the game. After Jessica kicks off again, we all fight like hell to keep them out of the end zone, but they just plow right over us both times to tie the score at fourteen. The Combo Demon's making us work hard as hell to keep up with every score they make. We're all getting dog tired, but we can't quit. Much to our surprise, we actually get to take breaks at the end of each corner, but the Combo Demon made it clear there ain't no call in time out.

Fourth quarter, the Combo Demon makes us work to keep the score tied. We're up at seventy and getting down to the two minute warning. No, that's not in either high school or college ball. But remember Greg is making the rules as he goes. If we go into overtime, we ain't gonna beat him. Jason mutters, sorry, guys, but I'm ready to drop over. Jessica steps up. I'll take the fucking snap. Hell, I'll stuff that goddamn ball right up Greg's ass. She points to me, you bring up my rear. I know her bending over right in front of me.

Ain't what she means, especially when she's still wearing a cheerleading uniform and I can see her panties. Come on, Richter, get your mind out of the gutter. Your girlfriend is counting on you. Hut. Jessica yells and takes the snap. Then she comes up and looks at the Combo Demon. Fuck you, Greg. Jessica runs like hell, I'm running right next to her like she wanted, but then she zigs when she should have zagged. I cry out when the Combo Demon takes her head off with a clothesline like in pro wrestling. Thankfully it's fake figuratively and not literally.

She's still alive, thank god. But the ball came loose the Combo Demon and me look at it. I ain't got no choice. Greg will finally kill my ass. But I can't let the team down, especially when Jessica risked her ass for us. If I'm going to earn the nickname of one fast little fucker that bela tabon hung on me, I have to go for it, hurt and all. My shoulder is definitely doing the hurting, but this is for my team. Go Richter. Charlie Thoss yells behind me. Wow, the other guys are still coming back to me, still showing where the same team as from Strickfield High.

I roar and leap right over Jessica to slide on the astro turf and snatch the football just as the Combo Demon gets a hand on it. You little shit, They growl. Okay, little man, let's finish this once and for all. Now, I feel someone pulling me back to my feet. Hall ass pee wee show this son of a bitch why we're in the sec now. When Charlie pushes me, I don't dick around and run straight for the end zone. Only way you're getting that score is over your dead body. The Combo Demon roars, this is it, the last round between David, me and Goliath.

Them the other guys form a line. We're all tired as hell, but we're putting everything on the line. The clock is ticking down. If I don't score this touchdown before the time runs out, Greg will murder us in overtime. Literally, I run with everything I got but I hear those stomping feet almost on me. I can't run any faster. The end zone is only ten yards, might as well be ten miles. I ain't looking over my shoulder, but I know by instinct the combo demons knocked my protective line away. There ain't nothing between us now.

And then I'm picked up right off the astro turf, right on the one yard line. Got you, now, you little ah. I drop back on the field and quickly dive right into the end zone. Right when the game clock hits zero zero. I sit up and see the final score seventy seven to seventy, and then I see ye Jessica, her cheerleader Jersey's practically torn to shreds, and her hair is all wild. Looking. To put it mildly, she looks like one pissed off she cat right about now. She had really taken the no penalties rule all the way.

I mean, she literally took her rivalry with Greg to a whole new level. The combo demons on their side and holding their groin. How's that for a final play, you fucker? Jessica sneers, rubbing his face in it. Guess you lose again? She comes to me and kneels down. She gets my helmet off and plants one right on me, not even thinking. I bring my hand up when I feel I'm touching Jessica's bra I try to let go, but she won't let me. When we stop kissing, she smiles. You can touch me all you want, hun, she says, especially since you're moving in with me and I practically faint.

Yes, ma'am. As we get back on our feet, so is the combo Demon. Now you made this personal sis. We don't care about the wimp no more. Let's finish this now and one more time our team comes together, the combo Demon will wipe the field with all of us since we're all totally beat Sure, Greg, Then Jessica laughs, But let me ask you something. Didn't you think about it at all? Why did I always kick your ass growing up? Why did I always show you I was your big sis? Then she turns and goes to the goal post.

Now as guys are all gasping recognize this, Jessica reveals her devilish smile. It's the same shotgun that killed your ass that night at the state championship. Katie gave it to me just in case. Never thought i'd be needing it, But when our parents told me the demon was back, I had every intention of blowing your goddamn head clean off, same as Katie did. Oh you're gonna blow my The second that headless combo demon falls, we move to get that jersey off them fast. Almost immediately they separate back into two headless corpses. And Greg, the reason Big Sis always kicked your ass, Jessica still smiling her devilish smile, is because you talk way to God damn much that and you don't use your noggin.

Now you ain't got no noggin. And since mom and Dad ain't here, you can just kiss my ass. We're all looking at her as she sighs and rolls her eyes. Ah, give me a break, will you? Greg said no penalties right, knowing she was right, we didn't give her any more sass about it, and that was the end of that second Game from Hell regular season. The doctors examined me and said my shoulder injury was all healed up. Honestly, when I was holding onto that double zero jersey, it felt like some kind of energy was going through me.

I just know my shoulder felt much better. Those of us who survived at Summer of the Demon, as we're calling it, made it to our first game in the SEC. Even Coach Mercer was there to coach us against ole Miss. What's more, we were hosting them on our new astro turf. The SEC brand is on it along with our new Serpent's logo. We lost the toss, so our new kicker sent that ball flying right down ole Miss. Yep, Jessica both transferred from Ohio State to Strickfield U and traded her shredded cheerleading outfit in for a football uniform.

Anyway, we'd played our asses off against ole Miss. Unfortunately, we lost. Ole Miss didn't have much to brag about since they only held us to one point for a final score of twenty eight to twenty seven. One of our kickers missed an extra point try in the second quarter, not Jessica. I was still the hero of our team since I scored three of our touchdowns. Jason Norman, our quarterback, ran one in. I know there's room for improvement being in this tough new conference, but Coach Mercer is going to get us there. In fact, we beat Missoo the following week.

We're gonna be just fine in the sec As for that double zero jersey, Jessica took it and hit it where only she knows. I won't even let her tell me. Katie Klein tried hiding it, but it still found its way into the wrong hands. With Chase Randall, I'm still worried it'll find its way into the wrong hands again, but Jessica keeps assuring me nobody is going to find it. Even Coach Mercers in our circle of secrecy regarding the jersey. If anything, he's thankful we survive the summer of the Demon. Jessica and I are living together now, just like she said we would.

That woman's still keeping me honest. Let me tell you, my parents just love her to death. They don't even care that she's an older woman. As for her parents, they can't believe I'm seeing their daughter. But I haven't been tasered by mister Branlake again, so I guess we're good there. I haven't had any more nightmares either, not about the demon. Not since we beat Greg and Chase. Life is definitely good at this point, and there's still the rest of college to go. Yet, deep down, I'm just hoping I'll never have to see the Demon or that jersey again, but I ain't stupid.

We live in Strickfield, Ohio, after all, and in Strickfield nothing is ever as it seems. And that my spookyes, was Summer of the Demon by Rob Fields. Five parts, one cursed jersey, one very angry demon, more football trauma than any summer camp brochure could legally be allowed to advertise. We had haunted junk shops, missing journals, road trips gone horribly wrong, and so much carnage. And if you want to experience the miniseries as an audiobook, this Friday, we'll be publishing Summer of the Demon in its entirety, along with the prequel story Friday Night Frights, to give you the full spooky experience, So make sure to check that out.

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