“A gory one,” Ben said. The clerk said, “You’re right about that, mate.” He grabbed a video from a shelf, the cover was all yellow, and it showed a chap getting shot in the head while lying on the ground. The clerk announced, “This might be a bit controversial, it’s titled “Unknown Neighbor”.”

Title: Unknown Neighbor

Deserted Dirt Road.

A police car is driving down it.

Ned: I like this road…when it’s deserted.

He stuck his head out the rolled down window.

Dan: Ned, will you stop sticking your head out the window?

Dan was the only cop in the car not speaking in a Southern accent.

Ned: Oh shut up you, Yankee.

He spat tobacco out the rolled down window.

Rob: Yeah, Dan lighten up a little, will ya? It’s Saturday night!

Dan smelled Rob’s breath and nearly vomited.

Dan: How many drinks have you guys had?

Harry ( laughing): About 20 bottles each.

Ned: Let’s do something, this is getting boring.

Dan: No, I think we should all go home. You guys have had way too much alcohol.

Rob: Oh come on, once in a while even us cops should have a little fun.

Dan: You guys are too drunk.

Ned: Hey, who’s that in the road?

He pointed to an African man standing outside a broken down car.

Dan: I think his car broke down.

Harry: Hey, pull over for a sec.

Dan: What?

Harry: Pull over.

Dan: Alright.

He parked the car in a ditch along the side of the road.

Dan: Why’d you want me to pull over?

Harry: Let’s go see that guy.

Dan: The guy whose car broke down?

Ned: Yeah, that N*^%$.

Dan: Why do you want to see him?

Rob: Just come with us, Dan.

The cops opened the car doors and got out. They started walking to the African man.

Ned: Hey you!

African: Me?

Ned: Yeah you, you stupid N****.

African: What’d you just call me?

Harry walked up to the man and punched him in the face.

Dan: What the hell did you do that for, Harry?

Harry spat on the African man’s face.

Harry: What’s your name son?

African Man: Leroy.

Rob: Figures, usual N**** name. Ha-Ha.

Ned picked up a stick.

Dan: Whoa, Ned! What are you going to do with that?

Ned: Give our little N**** friend here, a little Southern hospitality.

Ned slammed the stick across Leroy’s face.

Leroy: Ah, Shit!

Dan: You guys stop it.

Rob: Lighten up man, we’re just getting started. Its Saturday night let’s party.

Leroy (under breath): F***ing hicks.

Harry: What’d you just call us, boy?

Leroy: A F***ing hick, which is just what you are.

Ned: Why you little son-of-a-bitch.

He swung his stick hitting Leroy in the face again.

Dan hit Ned in the face with his fist.

Dan: Stop it, you drunk hick.

Ned: Get out of my way, Dan.

Dan: No.

Ned: I said get out of my way.

Dan: Crooked cops.

Ned: I told you to get out of my way.

He swung his stick hitting Dan in the face. Dan fell down on the grass.

While Ned was doing this, Leroy got up from the ground and started running away.

Rob: Hey, that stupid N**** is getting away.

Harry: I’ll take care of that.

He got out his pistol and shot Leroy in the leg.

Leroy: Ah, F***!

He fell down, grasping his leg.

Harry grinned

Harry: Stupid N****, shouldn’t have tried to run away from us.

He walked up to Leroy.

Dan: You damn stupid hicks.

Ned: Watch your mouth, you f***ing Yankee.

Harry aimed his gun at Leroy’s head and fired twice. Blood splattered on the grass.

Rob: He won’t have an open funeral.

He started laughing.

Dan: You f***ing murdering hicks! You damn hicks!

Ned: I told you to get out of my way but, you wouldn’t listen Dan.

Dan: Murderers.

Ned got out his gun and shot Dan’s leg.

Dan: Murderers….

Ned shot Dan twice in the chest, and twice in the head.

Ned: Takes care of that Yankee bastard.

He spat on Dan’s body.

Rob: Let’s go ahead and bury them.

Ned: Is there a shovel anywhere?

Harry: I think there’s one in the trunk of the car.

Ned: Go get it.

Harry went to the police car, opened the trunk, and got the shovel. He then ran to the woods (which bordered the side of the road) joining Ned and Rob.

Harry: Got it.

Ned: Let’s start digging.

15 MINUTES LATER…

Harry: Whew.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Harry: They’re all buried now.

Rob: Ah, finally.

Ned: Alright, let’s go.

He started walking, but saw pairs of eyes staring at him through the bushes in the woods.

Ned: Hey, I see something behind those bushes.

Harry: They look like eyes.

Rob: Pairs of them.

Out of the bushes walked several African people.

Ned: Hey, where the hell did you N****s come from?

They didn’t answer him.

Ned: Well?

African Man: Behind us, you idiotic hick.

Harry: Oh God! I know what he’s talking about.

Ned: What the hell is he talking about?

Harry: Look!

He pointed behind all the African people.

Ned looked seeing a tall sign.

Ned: Oh shit!

The sign read:

Blackbird Trailer Park.

The sign had African people on it.

Rob: Did they…see us?

African Man: Oh yes. We saw you hicks killing the cop and Leroy.

Ned gulped.

African Man: All three of you, must pay.

The African Man held up an axe. The people behind him all drew out knives, guns, and other weapons.

Harry: Oh shit!

African Man: It’s judgment day for you stupid hick cops.

The African people advance upon the three hick cops, weapons at the ready.

Author's Note

Every writer wants to write a bloody controversial story, so here’s mine complete with a twist ending. The inspiration of course, came from hicks who all need to be punished. I hate hicks. (Once again, sorry if I offended a fan.) Overall, the story is okay, even though it’s a bit controversial, but the twist ending is excellent.