Over the Hedge 2

One fateful day, I found myself wandering through the aisles of a Walmart when something caught my eye—an extraordinary sight that sent a rush of excitement through me. It was none other than "Over The Hedge 2," a sequel to my all-time favorite movie. Without hesitation, I snatched up the sole copy available before anyone else could claim it as their own.

The DVD case bore a vibrant shade of red, drawing attention to a peculiar detail I initially missed: there were tears in both of Verne's eyes. In my haste, I hurriedly made my way to the cashier, placing the DVD on the conveyor belt with urgency, as the store's closing time loomed near. To my surprise, the total appeared as $0.00, a tactic I hadn't encountered in my readings of Creepypastas. Unknowingly, I fell into the trap and obtained the DVD.

Upon reaching my home, I practically sprinted to the DVD player, eager to explore the contents of the disc. Gazing at the case once more, I noticed the crimson gashes across Verne's eyes, a stark contrast to his smiling face giving two thumbs up. Additionally, Heather was conspicuously absent from the cover, and R.J.'s eyes held an unsettling anger. Though I initially assumed the cover tear was accidental and that Heather's omission had a logical explanation, my suspicions deepened regarding R.J.'s distorted gaze.

With bated breath, I inserted the disc, only to be greeted by a black screen accompanied by the eerie Giygas theme, which played for an unsettling two minutes. The screen transitioned to the title screen, sending shockwaves through me as I observed the altered imagery.

The familiar title screen displayed significant alterations: all the bags were ripped open, the glass appeared cracked, and price tags were ominously set at $6.66. A gruesome scene unfolded as the Bee lay dead with a butcher knife protruding from its belly. Even more disturbing, the Shrek 3 trailer bag featured Slenderman, the music remixed in a disturbing G major key. Strangely, the "Hammy's Boomerang Adventures" bag lacked both Hammy's image and accompanying text. As the truck drove by, realistic sounds filled the air, followed by a screech, a girl's scream, and a horrifying crash.

Opting to proceed with the movie, I encountered the old DreamWorks opening, despite the absence of a DreamWorks logo on the case. My instincts kicked in, and I paused the film, examining the case to find a seemingly normal back cover. However, a blood stain had transformed the text into a chilling plea:

"HELP ME! I WAS TOO WEAK TO STOP IT, PLEASE DON'T POP IN THE DISK!"

The narrative appeared to continue with "The cast is back in ano."

Suspicion mingled with unease as I resumed playback. The scene unfolded with the familiar sounds of coins and buttons being pressed, but what transpired next was beyond anything I could have anticipated. Before me stood a vending machine with Heather's severed head occupying the first slot. The price tag bore a sinister message: "You're dead, little girl." An odd relief washed over me, knowing that Heather's fate was distinct from my own. R.J.'s protestations followed, only to halt as the machine jammed, eliciting his frantic cries of "NO! THAT FRESH MEAT WAS JUST..."

He continued to pound the machine, repeating "SITTING, RIGHT, THERE!" before resuming a semblance of normalcy.

However, the disturbing undercurrent persisted. Upon R.J.'s sighting of Vincent's cave, a sinister voice interjected, proclaiming its control over him. The emotional scene took an ominous turn, and R.J. moved closer to Vincent's lair. What ensued was a chilling fusion of the familiar narrative and a demonic presence asserting dominance over R.J. The horrifying encounter culminated with R.J.'s demise, the entity revealing itself as a red demon holding a key, thus dispelling my initial assumptions.

Subsequent scenes grew increasingly distorted, culminating in an unnerving depiction of Verne consuming a moving hand mistaken for bark. The film's progression became increasingly disturbing, culminating in a grotesque act: R.J. reappearing despite his prior death, luring Verne into a deadly trap involving a rocket and an ominous lack of resolution.

The plot took another harrowing twist as R.J. ventured over the hedge, greeted by the joyful embrace of his friends. Yet, his actions shattered the facade, his declaration of "Goodbye weaklings!" preceding a blood-soaked massacre of his fellow animals—save for the porcupine children, too short to meet his chainsaw's fate.

With the screen drenched in blood-red hues, R.J.'s visage materialized, issuing a spine-chilling warning. Trembling with fear, I propelled the disc out of my window and buried it, hoping to erase its existence. Even the DVD case lay shattered, and my "Over The Hedge" memorabilia found refuge in a box for weeks on end. The trauma rendered the movie itself unbearable, and it wasn't until now, as I rewatch "Over The Hedge," that I feel compelled to share my haunting experience.