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If you flash your high beams at a car you may find yourself on the wrong end of death in this initiation based on a real urban legend!
The High Beam Initiation by Rob Fields
Music by Ray Mattis
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Produced by Daniel Wilder
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Transcription:
It’s Friday night, and I’m sitting in the back seat of a Ford Mustang as we’re driving down a nearly deserted county road. 
As it turns out, I’m a pledge for the Sigma Kappa Beta fraternity. But wait! I’m a girl! 
You might be asking . . . Shouldn’t I be pledging a sorority? As it turns out, Strickfield University has all-male fraternities, all-female sororities, and a few coed fraternities. I’ve been told that the Sigmas is one of the top fraternities to be a member of. 
I’ve been pledging this fraternity for a while now. While we do have fun, even as pledges, we’ve had to do a select few choice things. Things we’re not supposed to talk about. This car ride tonight is one of them. 
I’m sitting in between Blain Nelson and Constance Vanderbilt, the two co-heads of this fraternity. 
Looking at us, you’d swear we were part of some rich-people club. We’re expected to wear our polo shirts, skirts for girls and trousers for guys, and loafers with socks. We even have ascots around our necks. Since we’re supposed to be prominent members of both the university and of society, we’re expected to conduct ourselves as such. 
I glance over my shoulder and see the other car following behind us, a Dodge Charger. Then I look ahead again. 
Constance takes hold of my hand. “Don’t worry, love. It won’t be that bad once it’s your initiation.”
“Tonight, you’re going to see what William Hartley will be doing . . . what the few others before him did . . . and you next Friday,” Blain adds. 
We drive down the road for a little while longer. Then I notice it gets darker behind me. 
I look over my shoulder and see that the Charger now has its headlights off. I turn back around and am about to ask about that, but I notice that the lights are now off in this car, too. 
“It’s all part of the initiation,” Blain tells me. “Nothing to worry about.”
Constance still holds my hand. “Don’t be scared.”
I try to relax and just enjoy the ride. We’re coming to a long stretch of straight road after a series of curves. Just ahead, a car comes towards us. 
“We have a possibility . . .” Blain kind of sings quietly. 
I’m about to ask him what he means, but then the car ahead of us flashes their brights. Normally, that’s what people do when they want you to know you don’t have your headlights on after dark. 
Constance squeezes my hand a little. “Get ready!” 
After we pass the car, we suddenly screech into a hard turn – like in the movies. As we straighten and pursue the car that flashed us, the Charger also turns around and again follows behind us.
Carson Van Horn, our driver, looks in the rearview mirror. “Yeah, it’s her, all right. We got her!”
He hits the gas.
Now we move into the opposite lane and are soon next to the flashing car. I look to see who’s driving. It’s still too dark to see who’s inside, but it does look like a girl, based on her long hair. 
Carson honks the horn, one blare after another. Then it’s one continuous blare. 
The flashing car tries to speed away, but it’s no match for this Mustang. We speed up and soon drive past it.
Suddenly, Carson hits the brakes and swerves in front of the other car. 
The other car brakes suddenly and swerves off the road. The Charger moves and stops right next to the passenger’s side door. I wonder why. I guess I’ll soon find out. 
Constance pats my hand. “Showtime, Caprice. Time to see how your initiation will be next Friday night.”
We get out of our cars. The girl gets out of her car. She turns to run, but then something just tears the night air! Was that a gun?!
The girl cries out! Then she slams hard against her open door and tumbles over it. 
We all move over to the girl. All I can do is feel my heart pounding rapidly. Did somebody really shoot her?!
“Good job, William!” I hear Donna Blossom chime. “Now finish the bitch!”
The girl whimpers in pain as we close in on her. I still can’t see her face fully, because there isn’t much light. Also, the moon’s not full. 
She tries to stand up, but William raises his pistol and shoots her again. The girl screams loudly. William steps up to her and shoots her once more – in the stomach. She groans and forces herself to sit up.
Then she screams at us in defiance, “You’ll be fucking sorry – all of you!”
Constance lets go of my hand. Then she and Blain lower themselves. 
“No, bitch,” Constance murmurs. “You were the one who fucked up. You never challenge the Sigmas.”
Blain chuckles. “Yeah, calling the police on us for last Friday night’s initiation? Seriously?!”
Constance spits in the girl’s face. “You got our pledge expelled, you stupid cunt! We simply can’t let that stand, can we?”
“Go ahead, William,” Blain tells him. “It’s your show.”
William lashes out with his foot and kicks the girl in the face to send her full on her back. Then he aims his pistol and empties the rest of it into her face. I want to gasp and faint, but I’m too paralyzed right now. 
The full Sigmas gather around William and congratulate him. I don’t really hear what they’re saying. 
Did this really happen?! A girl is killed in a cold-blooded initiation. It’s almost as if we did a gang ritual or some shit. I mean, I know our coed fraternity has issues with certain people on our campus. But did it have to come to . . . this?!
 
Christ, my heart won’t stop pounding!
Donna grabs William and sucks face with him. Then I look up again and hear the others cheering Donna and William on. Then they get on the ground and start fucking – right next to the girl’s body!!
“You’re one of us, honey,” Donna cheers to William. “You’re a full Sigma now.”
“Yes,” Blain assures him. “Now you’ll truly reap the benefits of being a Sigma.”
I lower myself and use my smartphone camera light on the body. Then I see the tattoo on the girl’s inner right wrist. It looks like a figure-eight ribbon – but blue! I quickly stand up and move to the girl’s car. 
“Where are you going?” Constance calls to me. 
“We have to get rid of the evidence, right?” I call back. “I’m getting the girl’s purse.”
“Good call!”
I get in the girl’s car. Her purse is sitting in the passenger’s side. I yank it over to me and pull out her wallet. Using my smartphone camera light, I learn whom William just killed. 
My eyes grow wide when I see it was Melodie Carlisle. I fucking know this girl! She was a co-chair of an organization that operates on our campus. I can’t say which one. Once the other co-chair, her fraternal twin sister Katie, learns of Melodie’s death, there’s going to be some serious fucking hell to pay! 
I guarantee it! 
It’s Friday again, and my initiation into the Sigmas is tonight. I’ve managed to do everything in my power to keep both my composure and a straight face. Even when I find myself walking past Melodie’s friends, I have to really give it my all to keep from going batshit crazy. Oh, those girls give me dirty looks. You know what I’m talking about! 
In fact, I’m in the restroom over at Kendall Hall when I finally realize that I’ve made a critical mistake. I’m alone – without a Sigma brother or sister. Suddenly, I hear the door being pulled shut. I turn to see Katie Carlisle and two other girls beside her. No doubt, there are one or two more standing outside – keeping people out.
 
There’s nowhere to run! Katie Carlisle is on me just like that! She backs me up against a wall and presses a hand on my shoulder to hold me there. Then she glares into my eyes and gives me a deadly smile. 
Her always-purring, whispering voice cuts me to the bone. “You were there last Friday night, Caprice. You didn’t kill Melodie, but you were there.”
“I . . . I . . . had no idea . . .” I stammer.
“You’re only a pledge, so why would you?” Katie shakes her head slowly. “And killing you isn’t an option. I would never allow that. You need make this right.”
“But . . . but . . .” I sputter.
 
Katie leans in and gently brushes her lips to mine and pecks them. “If you don’t . . . you’ll have so much to lose. All you’ve worked for, you’ll have just pissed away . . . It doesn’t have to be this way. You’re not initiated to Sigma yet. You still have time to do the right thing.”
“I’ll . . . go to the . . . the police,” I stammer. 
“You can, but you’ll still lose everything.” Katie’s face is still dangerously close to mine. “And the police can’t protect you – not from us. If you really want to make things right . . . with yourself . . . with me . . .”
The other two girls gather in . . . There’s no way out of this!
It’s Friday night now. It’s my turn to become a full Sigma initiate. As with last Friday night, I’m sitting in between Blain and Constance in the back of Carson’s Mustang. 
“Don’t worry, love,” Constance assures me. As before, she’s holding and caressing my hand. “I’ve been conditioning you all week. You’ve got this.”
“I’ll be okay,” I assure her. 
Blain hands me the semi-automatic pistol. “Not the same one William used. Here you go. It’s fully locked and loaded.”
I take my hand back from Constance and cradle the pistol, which feels very heavy. I caress it and know that this piece of hot metal is the key to unlocking my whole future. Once I complete my initiation, the world is my oyster. 
The Sigmas got intel that Katie Carlisle herself is going to be my target. She’s supposed to be heading down this county road that we’re turning onto right now. Supposedly, she takes this road when she wants to go home and visit her family. Remember, Katie and Melodie are both high-profile girls on our campu