The Tale of the Mysterious Event at Makeout Point

You grab a roasting stick and mercilessly skewer your marshmallow. As you roast, you listen to a spine-curdling, blood-tingling tale from Roger Kenny, the Roastmaster:
"So, this one night," Roger Kenny says, shining a flashlight under his chin for maximum spooky effect, "a young couple took their bitchin' meatcar up to Makeout Point."

"Where's Makeout Point?" a fellow roaster asks.

"You know, where you take that special someone... well, looking at you I suppose you wouldn't know, but anyway, this young couple took their bitchin' meatcar up to Makeout Point. So they park the car and start making out like bandits..."

"What, you mean stealing each other's stuff?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Anyway, they keep hearing this scratching, scraping noise on the back of the car, but they're too busy making out to check what's wrong. After a while, though, they hear footsteps, and spooooky rustling noises, and even more scraping, and then the whole car starts rocking back and forth!"

"Well, isn't that usually the point --"

"Never mind. So they get scared and drive off, and when they stop the car they find a big metal hook stuck in the back bumper -- the same metal hook that a spoooky serial killer used to kill a bunch of people!"

"Wow, that is pretty spooky."

"Yup. So the guy took the hook out of his bitchin' meatcar, and he drove around looking for the serial killer with a missing hook hand, and he ran the serial killer over for ruining the meatcar's paint job."

You feel shivers run up and down your spine. What a magical, spooky tale!