Jeeper Creeper Novels & Stories

My tires screamed in protest as I launched my car off the road and directly onto the short retaining wall of the lonely interstate road. The look on their faces as my jeep literally climbed up the wall was worth every penny of the ridiculous price tag. I grinned as I stomped the accelerator, the jeep landing with a bone-jarring thud directly on top of one of their rusted-out getaway cars. The car crumpled like a soda can, and I backtracked as casually as I was treating the whole situation. Then I felt something that chilled my bones in the air. Perhaps I would need to get out before it all ended, but I would still have my fun.

He was waiting for me outside by the jeep and without wasting any time we were out of the compound. “where are we going?” I asked out of curiosity, “you’ll see” he just said and continued driving. “oh please I don’t like surprises” lie, by the way, I really adore surprises, I just needed him to tell me where we were headed. He didn’t answer me again after that. “look at the time Devonne, it’s almost 3o’clock, and you haven’t eaten anything. What? Were you like lost or did you forget that food is a very vital part of a wolf’s life?” I was about to answer when he said “you wolf is probably cussing you out right now” I laughed at that “you’ll find soon enough, that my wolf is quite different, s

After a while, she said: “But what if I don’t wanna leave the quicksand? What if I just wanna keep sinking?” Ms. Perfect couldn’t come up with a reply to that. She simply shook her head, twirled her trademark Mongol No. 2 pencil and used its eraser end to rub something out on her flipchart. **** Back in today’s daydream, the turtle-paced traffic breaks and Kate’s jeepney roars back to life and feeds the other vehicles behind it with dust. This is just what all jeepneys do. Dubbed “Kings of the Road”, they’re characteristically rough to the point of being reckless.

I imagined myself in a pool of muckleberries when I remembered that there was a huge freezer in the house. Rushing to the freezer, I hurriedly opened it and found different types of food but couldn't find a muckleberry. I searched and searched but couldn't find one. So I have to manage the bread and milk which tasted horrible to me. When everything seemed to be sour and tasteless, I closed the freezer and left the house with an empty stomach. * * * Everywhere seems strange, nothing seem familiar to me. I started walking slowly, dragging my legs along. I walked pass an area where some crazy looking guys sat smoking. I quickened my steps when I noticed that they were following me, all of them.

The engine turns off and Jem hops out pulling my door open with a flourish. "My lady," he drawls and bows at the waist. Tentatively I scoot to the edge of the jeeps seat peering out. Ryders jacket is still around my middle I climb out of the jeep and walk along the line of vehicles looking at them all with wide disbelieving eyes.

The jeep was only that large, and he could determine the layout. Still, he did not try to look for one and instead stayed quietly in Irene's embrace. He smiled self-deprecatingly—to think that he had fallen that far, that he had to be protected by a woman. Should he be pleased or upset? That being said, Stan was wise to pick a jeep. The horsepower was certainly up to task, and they easily spun around despite the bumpy path and thundered forward! Nonetheless, it was still very jerky inside the jeep, and the people chasing after them were still firing at them.

Early this morning, I left my house planning to get away and spend a few days at the slots in Vegas — personal escape from the birthday — but it looks like instead of an all-you-can-eat steak buffet, I'll be living it up at the Last Chance. There's a rumble. The road shakes under my feet and pebbles ping off metal as I jump out of the motel driveway. A huge olive-green Jeep skids to a stop in front of the motel. The thing looks like a poor man's Hummer and probably gets the same gas mileage as one. A trail of dirt from the tires coats me in a thin layer of dust. Because I wasn't dusty enough from the walk here. What a jerk.

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

Strauss’ assistant wriggled out of his arms, and began sprinting back up the street towards her boss. Giving a sigh, Jackson set off after her. This was really testing the limits of his luck. As he ran, he took in the surreal details ahead: not only was the bus on fire, but also several Sleepers—not that it seemed to be slowing them down in the slightest. They were still attacking their opponents, in some cases causing them to catch light as well. The sky was darkening, and the glow of all this gave the scene a strangely hellish appearance. The Sleepers were also all over the British jeep, like limpets on a rock, covering it entirely. And the car park was swarming with them, all the people w

Duke, Ronny, Beth and Anna went to buy our beverages and eatables for the weekend. I let Em and Liv explore my closet so they were busy packing my clothes while Ed and Jack were watching television...together...which is really hard to come by. Meanwhile, Andy and I were washing my Jeep Cherokee Laredo model 2016. Since both of us were already soaked we threw a whole bucket on Anna and the others when they came back making them drip with water, too. That way we started a water fight. These guys...they really were making a great effort in keeping my mind off from everything.