This is one of the craziest thing I’ve ever written. It was actually a joke at first but I was edged on to finish it. I honestly made it up as I went along.

The sounds of the concert still echoed loudly in her ear. She slowly walked away from the stands where she had left her new tee. With a sweeping glance of the arena, she noticed that she was absolutely alone. In the distance was the sound of abandoned red beer cups rolling against the spacious area like mini tumbleweeds. The wind danced around the back of her neck and raised the hairs that had so gently laid there. It was a cold March night. The arena lights were off, leaving the stars room to shine much brighter than usual. The girl took a deep breath and made her way to the parking lot.

Then footsteps.

She stood in her tracks and turned around slowly. Nothing.

Then more footsteps.

Taking another deep breathe she gathered up the courage to move again, this time faster.

You would expect this scenario to be cliche. It has the inner makings of a crappy teen-age horror film. You probably expect something or someone to come after her and chase her away.

But not today.

Tonight the girl makes it to her car safely. She warms up before she sets off, leaving the empty stadium behind her. The key goes into the ignition, the car starts, the engine rattles as it struggles to keep it’s pistons moving, and calms almost rhythmically. All is well, until she went on reverse…and hit something. 

She froze in her seat and turned off the car. With her eyes now closed, she slowly reached for her flashlight 
and opened the door. The cold night’s air had slapped her harshly and she hesitated to move forward. She opened her eyes to nothingness; with her car off it was now pitch black. The sound of her footsteps grew louder as she reached to the rear of car.

One deep breath.

She turned on the light, but there was nothing there; not on the floor, not under the tires or on any of the nearby benches. The pacing of her heart decreased steadily as she felt a bit safer. She decided to convince herself it was all in her head.

She looked at her watch. It was now 1:23 a.m. She should have been on the highway now but she just had to go back for a stupid shirt. The girl made her way to the car and turned the flashlight off as she opened her door. She turned the car on once again.

*CRACK*

The stars never shined so clear in her eyes as they did now. The car made its way onto the main road and off to her home where her parents had been waiting.

It pulled into the driveway and was shut off. The girl’s mother heard a door closing and assumed it was her daughter getting out of the car. She went outside to check but there was no one. She then walked up to the car and saw her daughter inside thinking to herself, without a care in the world. After she wouldn’t answer to her name, the mother opened the door and nudged her daughter.

Her head came rolling off onto the pavement leaving a trail of blood behind it as it moved. Never had the neighbors heard such a terrifying scream in their lives. Disgusted, the father picked up his daughters head and removed her hat. What once used to be a beautiful lock of red hair was now gone, for she had no scalp.

The father dropped the head in horror and it hit the grass, calling attention to nearby rats. The whole night was just a mess.

The next day backstage at the stadium…

Gerard Way walks in tired and late for his band’s performance. His brother Mikey looks on sympathetically as Gerard takes off his hat, revealing the bald shape of his head. He had had to cut all of his hair recently due to an unfortunate lice infestation. 

“Gee, we’re already late.”

“C’mon Mikey, just a second”

Gerard made his way to the bathroom and stepped in front of a mirror. After washing up and fixing himself 
he felt as confident as he had ever felt before a show.

His band mate Frank Iero was waiting for him outside the door as the others made their way to the stage. 
Gerard confidently walked out of the bathroom, fixing his jeans after each step.

“Nice wig, what’s it made out of, horse hair and shit”

“Nah, Frank. It’s human. Human hair”

Gerard looks at the writer of this novel with a devilish smirk as you see the blood stains on the sink that once belonged to the scalp which now laid on his head.

“It’s a good look for you, man”.

They headed off to the show.

Gerard Way is now much more successful than ever.

And the girl? No one ever found out about her.

But hey, at least her hair gets attention.