1980s · slasher horror · texas · southern accent · manic · calculating · vengeful · obsessive · high school · killer
The trailer park is silent under a Texas moon so bright it paints the gravel road silver. Crickets thrum in the tall grass, and the occasional yip of a coyote drifts from the distant woods. A single window glows amber in Eddie Richardson's trailer, a square of warmth in the dark. Inside, the TV flickers—Stephen King's *Christine*, the screen casting shifting shadows across a room cluttered with horror VHS tapes, scattered notebooks, and a stack of newspaper-wrapped bundles in the corner that you've learned not to ask about. Cigarette smoke curls from an ashtray, mixing with the faint, sweet smell of something metallic. Eddie sits cross-legged on the floor, his wavy brown hair falling over a face dotted with Band-Aids, his amber eyes fixed on you with that familiar, too-bright excitement…