Just plain horror...
This is my first posting in a long time, fans. I am sad to see that so few of you are on here with posts and talking about what is out there to stir the blood and curdle the skin. This board gives me a lot of ideas and a lot of new ways to tell a story. I guess that you could say that i am upset a lot at the movie industry and their blatant lack of fresh ideas for horror. It seems like if you want to go mainstream - remake a classic. If you are original and want to go mainstream - you end up direct-to-video. One of the things that really upset me was the news that there is going to be a remake of Stephen King's "Carrie", a movie that has stood on its own, and not exactly one of my favorites. Dont get me wrong, folks, Carrie is a classic, and is among the greats of the genre, but i am sporting me own opinion. :)
I feel that there are many books from many authors that could use a screenplay. I wont go into them at this time, but im sure that many of you could come up with several. The one off the top of my head that needs a movie is Richard Laymon. I stay up many a night deep into the midnight hours and think to myself what a great thing it would be to see a movie made on one of Richard's classics like "In The Dark" which i honestly think would give "Saw" a run for the money, in terms of gaminess. But that will be for another day.
I am at work at the moment and there is a lot in the way of real-life horror here to fill a book. When i was a kid, i used to get chills all over me when i was taken past the Danvers State Hospital, and my parents would tell me all about the type of people that were in there. Now, as a member of the mental health field, it is interesting to see what goes on for real on a daily basis. It really stinks to be sick with a mental illness in this world.
I am going to be on the move again for a little bit, but i will be back to this board in a few weeks. Perhaps then i can share a little something that i wrote a few years ago with you. I hope you all are well and i will talk with you soon.
This entry was edited on August 27, 2012, 10:00 pm.
08/27/2012, 9:38 pm |
Rating: 0/0 |
"The Devil's Hour"
No one was really sure just how long it had been there anyways. No one knew if it had been there for 100 years or even 200, but the fact was that the West Hills Cemetery was there for a long time. West Hills had gravestones that dated back to 1801, some even further. It wasnt the history that intrigued me about the 112-acre spread of hallowed ground, but it was the mystery and the magic. It was a place that a lot of us in the town went to when we needed to get to school a lot quicker, or if Halloween came, and we needed a place to hang out. West Hills did a lot for us. It gave us a place of quiet in the busy town of Shanton, and it also gave the locals something to talk about. Like the case of Bill Benson.
Bill Benson was a local worker in the town mill and had himself a wife, and two beautiful little girls. Bill was born in 1937, just outside of a town called Daughtry, to Big Bill and Iris Benson, local townspeople and members of the town committee. Bill Benson had a tough upbringing from his dad who, on most good days, could stay sober until 5pm. Bill got the job in the mill shortly after graduating high school. He had chased off a dream to go off to Franklin University to work with the rest of the family in the mill. Bill moved up in the world of textiles and got himself a promotion to the position of supervisor. It was around that time that he met Emma. Shortly after that first year together, a wedding sprang up, and 9 months later, Debbie Sue showed up. His first year of marriage to Emma went along smoothly with Debbie Sue making her parents lose sleep, and Bill getting her bottle in the middle of the night. As if the problems from fatherhood were not enough to deter him from the course of life, fate wrang the Benson house again, when Emma announced she was pregnant again. This time Katy Benson came along and graced the world with her presence. More importantly than the world, she graced me with her presence because little did she know that 19 years from that day she would be my love.
One day when Debbie Sue was real little, probably about five or six years old, she left the house in the middle of the night when Emma and Bill were in the midst of a heated argument. Something had gone wrong at work and there was a possibility that Bill's company was going to shut down. She went out the back door and charged into the blackened woods. Bill and Emma began to call out for her, but she was already well into the woods. Bill grabbed his baseball hat and his industrial flashlight as he went out the back and into the dark woods. Debbie Sue ran as fast as she could, only the moonlight lighting her path. Bill was in pursuit screaming her name, but Debbie Sue never came. She reached the wrought-iron fence belonging to the West Hills Cemetery and squeezed through the fence. Bill chased into the woods deep still screaming Debbie Sue's name out into the cool night. The breeze whipped across Debbie Sue's face and glazing over the sweat that was running down her forehead sending an eerie chill run through her body. As she ran for the entrance gate to the rear half of the cemetery, she heard in the distance, the bells at St. Pious Church chiming away. After the third chime, she passed into the rear half of the cemetery, she disappeared into the cool night air. Bill chased and chased but came out empty. Despite his desperate cries for his daughter to return to her father, she never returned.
The next day, Bill and the mass of the Shanton Police went through the woods behind the Benson's house. Thirty officers combed the woods looking for little Debbie Sue, but they came back with nothing. Why would she run out of the house at two in the morning into the darkness? Why would she hide all this time? No answer would have ever been good enough for Bill Benson. He began to repent as a man, thoughts in his head already blaring a message that he was the one responsible for this. As the day drew to a close, a young deputy screamed out loud for the search party to see what he found. As the many came running over, the Sheriff pushed through to see what it was.
"You wont believe this, Sheriff." the Deputy said. The Sheriff looked down at what his Deputy found and could not believe his own eyes. A tombstone in the graveyard just outside of the entrance to the Historic section was there with the inscription "Debbie Sue Benson - 1961 to 1966" on it. "What in the hell?" The Sheriff stated. The Sheriff was beside himself and ordered all the men back and to let in Bill. Bill Benson was unable to believe that the marker in the cemetery was hers. Could it be another Debbie Sue? The Sheriff and the rest of the team went to the main house of the cemetery and asked to speak with the groundskeeper. The man came to the door and opened it. The Sheriff explained to him what the situation was and what it was that they found.
"That's impossible. I saw that girl yesterday playing with her friends from the neighborhood." The man said.
"Well, did you bury her, or make the stone?" The Sheriff asked.
"Ask her father. Do you really think that there is anyway that i could have made the stone, dug the hole, and buried the girl, all in a matter of hours? I'm good Sheriff, but not that good. And if that still doesnt set your mind at ease, then you should take the next step."
"Dig it up."
Hours later, The Sheriff came back to West Hills with a search warrant and a backhoe. The search party stepped back as the machine scooped huge amounts of dirt up in its bucket and dumped it into a neat pile. Bill Benson and his wife looked on in horror at the scene that was in front of them. They were looked at a search party that was looking for their daughter, and standing at a gravesite for her that was only a few hours old. The both of them were saying prayers to God to make them wake up from this nightmare. Just then, the backhoe operator screamed that they got something. Personnel went into the hole with shovels and began digging as fast as they could. The faster they dug the more the outline of a casket was appearing. They dusted off around it and threw out the last remaining shovels of dirt. It was now time. The Deputy grabbed the side and flipped the casket open. Inside was the body of a young girl about 5 years old. She was dressed in a set of pink pajamas, the same ones that Debbie Sue wore last night. Her body looked as though she had been there for years. Bill Benson made no mistake about it; it was Debbie Sue.
Bill stayed up for months after the funeral just staring out into the darkness of the woods on his back porch waiting for Debbie Sue to return home, like it was all some sort of bad dream. She never came, and somewhere in his logical mind, he knew she never was going to. Emma came out to check on Bill and he told her that he was ok, and that he would be up to bed in a moment. On this particular night, Bill felt more sad than usual, and had more alcohol in him than usual. He decided to go for a walk into the woods anyways, and clear his head. Maybe there was something that he missed? Some path that they didnt take, and there she would be?; standing there in her PJ's calling for him. No such thing happened. His mind a playground for the preposterous. Bill made it into the cemetery and began walking around. A mist was creeping only an inch or two off of the ground, giving the cemetery an eerie look to it. He walked and walked until he got to the section where his little girl now lies. Bill got down on his knees and cried to her. Tears flooded his eyes in a way that only a father will ever know. In the midst of his misery, the lonely bell of St. Pious Church rang. Three tolls of the bell rented the midnight air. Bill rose to his feet and decided that it was time to return home. He walked towards the back part of the cemetery through the gate and into the Historic Section...
Weeks later, the search party had just about given up. Bill was nowhere to be found. They had checked everywhere in the State looking for him, and still found nothing. He did not show for work, he was not seen at the bowling alley, it was as if he just disappeared off of the face of the Earth. Later that week, there was a phone call made to the Sheriff's Department. It was Mr. Whitten from West Hills.
"Sheriff, you and the boys better get up here. There is another "something" that you are going to want to see."
"We'll be there in twenty minutes." The Sheriff and his men climbed the roads and hills to finally make it to West Hills. There, Mr. Whitten met them for the walk through the cemetery again. "I tell you that my landscapers found it this morning. He was mowing the grass and that's when he saw it. This is not supposed to be here." There next to Debbie Sue's tombstone was another new tombstone that read "William E. Benson (1937-1966)" This time, The Sheriff huffed up and said "You still have the backhoe, Whitten?" "Yes, sir, Sheriff." Whitten replied.
"Screw the warrant, dig it up." Minutes later the groundskeeper drove the backhoe into the cemetery. As the men moved out of the way, he began his first scoops into the moist earth.
An hour later, the crew was ready with shovels and anticipation. The Deputy was again unveiling the outline of a casket, when he reached down and grabbed the side. He flipped open the casket, and as he expected, The Sheriff was looking at the remains of Bill Benson. His arms crossed, his body decayed, his life gone. The Sheriff began to cry as did the rest of the team. Another loss for the town and father is with his daughter.
Years later, it was still a topic of discussion around town that if you go into the cemetery, you dont come back. Many of the boys around town have tried it, and everyone of them returned safe and sound. Heck, even i tried it a few times myself, yet here i am. Katy and I grew very close, although she doesnt like to talk much about her sister or her dad. That semester at college we were studying Fiction and a lot of the methods that are used by the great horror writers of the time. We had been reviewing a story by Ray Bradbury entitled "Something Wicked This Way Comes" which revolves around a devilish carnival that rolls into a sleepy town like Shanton. During the review of the book, a line hit me. There was a scene in the book when Will was talking to his father late, and he tells him that it is time for bed and the clock chimes 3am. Will's dad states that it is "The Devil's Hour" and that most people usually die at that time. My ears perked up at the sound of it. After class was over, i stayed and talked to the professor about it. He gave me a lot of insight into it and stated that there was a lot of power at that time, and supposedly, that is when the door between this world and another is open for a little bit.
When i returned home, i called Katy and talked with her about it. She thought that i was out of my mind. We had discussed the possibility of going out there and seeing whether or not it was really true. Friday night we met up and talked about it. She already knew that i made my mind up, she just wanted to talk some sense into me.
"Isnt it ironic that both times, the person disappeared in the middle of the night, right around three? Maybe that is true, and maybe there is a place like the teacher says." I said.
"Seth, that is crazy and something that i am not going to indulge you in. My father and sister were murdered, thats all i know. My mother has very little left and what if it is true? I go up there with you and end up dead.?"
"Maybe that is not always that case, Katy. Maybe there is a way to save them."
"You are totally crazy, but i love you, Seth. Alright, i will go along with this, but if its nothing, I dont ever want to talk about this again. Agreed?"
We packed for the journey and got what we needed. It was a clear night and a little warm for September. Trying to get everything right to test the theory, we brought our watches and flashlights. After walking for what seemed like hours, we reached the cemetery. We walked around and looked at the many tombstones that were there. We made our way to the back of the cemetery near the historic section. Katy shined her flashlight on the graves of her dad and sister. She began to turn back. I went over and grabbed her to comfort and to encourage her to go on. This was our chance to see what happened to her family. I told her that we would only go to the pond in the back and then that was it. Katy was ok with that. She smiled. As we walked on, the bells from St. Pious began to toll. We stopped and looked around. Nothing. No lights, no monsters, no nothing. We continued on as the third bell tolled. I looked at my watch which read 3am "The Devil's Hour." Katy and I held hands as we continued on to the pond in the rear. We then passed through the gate into the Historic Section...
Epilogue - The groundskeeper went out to the garage at the side of the house and started up the lawnmower. He put it in Drive and took off out of the garage. In and out he weaved around the tombstones. As the day wore on, he made his way to the back of the cemetery. With his ear protectors on he could not hear much over the sound of the mower. He then cut out of the last line and then put the mower into Park. He turned the engine off, and got off of the mower. He stared for what seemed like forever to him at the new sight in front of him: two new tombstones.
"I dont remember those being there." he said to himself. He took the ear protectors off and then he heard the sound of people talking and of radio static mixed with intermittent voices. He turned back and saw that the names on the tombstones were Katy Benson and Seth Murray. The people coming might be interested in seeing these. These two went missing months ago.
08/30/2009, 8:15 pm |
Rating: 0/0 |
Morticia Pt. 10
Calvin looked around and saw Buck and the rest of his party inside the hallway. “Where the Christ were you, Calvin, sight seeing?” He asked.
“No, I was looking for your dumbass. You almost got everyone killed out there.”
“Those things were after all of us. You saw it.”
“What I saw was you running all over the place like a Chinese fire drill.”
“Now, just what the hell is it that we are doing in this place at this time of the evening anyways? There is no way in heaven or hell that we are going back out there.”
“Ok, then I guess we stay here for a bit. Better find something to keep us busy. I suppose we can look around and see what this place is really all about.”
“You’re nuts Buck, I wanna go home. My parents are going to kill me, if I’m not back in time.” Lincoln said.
“Mine will skin me alive if they ever knew I was here.” Timmy said.
“And what about Paul? Who’s going to tell his parents about that? You, Buck?” Calvin asked.
“You just never mind about that, I’ll take care of Paul and his parents. It is my fault that he is dead now, so it’s my responsibility.”
“We may be next if we don’t get out of here.” Calvin said. The group turned their heads as they heard the explosion. Thunder, followed by heavy sheets of rain. “I guess that idea is out.” Calvin stated.
The group looked around caught in the awe of the size of the mausoleum, and its eerie beauty. The light was soft and golden made by the many candelabras on the walls spaced evenly apart and high off of the floor. It made the marble hallways all the more creepy and gothic as they advanced down them. There were many doors on the sides of the hallway, that the group was in no rush to find out what they housed. The hissing of the rain was echoing throughout the various hallways in a cacophony of sound, alternating with the thunder. As they approached an intersection the group halted.
“Looks like there is different ways to go, which way should we go?” Buck asked.
“I’m thinking that number one, we need to stay together and not do that stupid mess that they do in the movies, and number two, I get a bad vibe about downstairs, I think we all should try to go upstairs together.” Calvin stated. He could tell from the nods of the boys in the group that they were thinking the same thing. “Ok, up it is. Fine by me.” Buck added.
The group continued on down the long hallway until they got to the foyer. There was a table that had greeting cards and flowers that were in a vase. They looked relatively fresh. A candelabrum was also on the table with 3 candles in it. Calvin picked it up. “Anyone got a light?” he asked. The group shook their heads. Calvin looked around and saw lit candelabras on the walls going upstairs and the stairs that lead there. “This way” Calvin commanded. He approached the wall candelabra and lit all of his own candles as the group made their way up the stairs. When they got to the top of the stairs they were met with a hallway that was nearly identical as the one downstairs. Marble everywhere, and a hallway that seemed to go on forever. To their left was a door, and the right was the long hallway.
This one had less light than the one downstairs as every other candelabra was lit and burning, and the others were out. The group stayed tight and walked along the hallway slowly. Buck noticed something to the left that was not like downstairs. The group looked and saw that there was a set of French doors with a sign on the front that said “Library.”
“Should we go in?” Lincoln asked.
“Might be locked.” Timmy added.
“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing.” Tyler added. Calvin reached out and grabbed the door handle, trying it. The latch snapped and the door was open. The group gasped.
“There’s our answer. I guess we go in. Does anyone want to wait out in the hall?” Calvin mentioned.
“Yeah, right.” Timmy answered. Calvin pushed the door in and led the way.
Inside and out of the rain, The Tramps looked around at the place inside. “This place is whackeded!” Toni yelled. The group looked at the long marble hallways and the eerie orange and gold light that was produced by the burning candles on the wall.
“This way, everyone. I have one of the doors marked out for our enjoyment.” Johnnie said. They looked around and finally saw the “666” that looked like it was scratched into it with a cheap knife.
“This is it.” Johnnie hollered to the group. They all piled over at the door as Johnnie slipped a real knife between the latch and the door. With a sure snap, the door opened and they all went down the stairs one at a time. Johnnie lead the way to a darkened basement that he lit with a large halogen flashlight. Walking down the corridor to the first door on the left, Johnnie cranked the knob and they entered the room.
After everyone was in, Johnnie shut the door, and locked it. Inside the room were lot of caskets, what looked like an altar of some sort, lots of burning candles, and a large table that had an administrative use of some sort, as there were papers all over it. Behind the altar was a mantel that had three urns on them.
“Ok, and now for the big surprise.” Johnnie said as he opened one of the golden caskets. The group peered in as he lifted the lid. The light from the candles cast an eerie light on the bags that were inside of the casket. It was filled to the top with bags of heroin. The members stood agast of this sight.
“Johnnie, please tell me that that is what I think it is.” Chopper asked.
“Every single milligram is the real mess. All ours.” Johnnie stated.
“Are you sure that that’s even heroin, Johnnie? That could be some toxic waste that someone wanted to get rid of and you’re gonna start shooting it up your arm.” Jester added.
“Jester, this is the real stuff, ask Toni. Right? Isn’t it?” Johnnie said.
Jester shook his head in disgust, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. “And besides, whoever owns that stuff might come back looking for it. We don’t want to touch it.” Kaylei spoke.
“Where did you get that brilliant idea, babe? There hasn’t been anyone in this house in years. If they were looking for any of this they would have been back already. Tramps own this one.”Johnnie stated as Kaylei turned her back and walked out the door.
“Sounds like a score to me, Johnnie, lets move it quick.” Bobby Rego stated.
“Wait a moment. I have a better idea. Let’s take a hit of this mess first and then get crackin, what do you say?” Johnnie asked the group. Nods appear all over the room. Johnnie, Toni, and Marky began getting out the bags and the samples. As the group began to cook up the dope, Toni began to look around the room at the awe-inspiring antiques. She spotted the old urn on the mantel with its two brothers. Reaching out to grasp the urn, she turned the lid and looked inside of it. An ominous white powder was located inside of the urn. It felt warm to her and somewhat comforting, almost like she knew it was home. She poured some of it out on the mantel and dipped her pinky into it, touched it to her tongue and waited. The numbness was powerful.
A large grin streaked across her face. She then brought the urn over and poured some into the mixture of heroin that was already on the table.
“Use some of this, Johnnie.” Toni said.
“What the sod is that?! Is that a person!!??” Chopper yelled.
“What’s the matter Chop, your balls shrivel when you hit that stuff?”Toni replied.
“I aint shooting no person up inside of me, that’s damn nuts!!”
“Up yours, you damn twit.” Toni yelled.
“Cut the mess! If you don’t want to shoot it, then shut the wheeze up and hit the other mess. Nothing is gonna happen, dude, other than you getting a formaldehyde buzz. That’s it! I’m hitting it.”
“I’ll give it a shot, Johnnie.” Benny replied.
“Yeah, me too.” Marky replied.
As the white powder entered the mix and then loaded into a syringe, Toni whispered softly to herself, “To Eternity.” She found a vein and pushed in it, and pressed the plunger down. Johnnie and Marky shot it up also. Toni’s eyes became glossy, and she began to shake. Johnnie and Marky began to shake also. Toni looked down at her palms as they began to shake and noticed that blood began to pool out of them and run down her hands. Pep turned to see the blood dripping on the floor. He asked if Toni was ok, and she slowly turned to him. He eyes opened slowly, but Pep saw that they were now as red as blood.
“I’m goooooooooooooooooood.” Toni said. She smiled to reveal that she now had long fangs in the corners of her upper and lower corners of her mouth. Johnnie began to clutch his stomach and fall to his knees.
The veins on his arms and body began to turn black. His screams penetrated the night air. Marky began to scream as well, as his arms began to change too.
“What the hell is happening to me, Johnnie!!!???” Marky screamed. The screaming continued as the rest of the group began to backpedal towards the door. Toni looked in the direction of Pep, and something from behind her shot out of her in the direction of Pep, who was looking directly at Toni. It was long, and resembled an octopus tentacle. The end of it split open like a pinwheel and latched onto the face of Pep and clamped around his head. He grabbed at the tentacle that was wrapped on his head, which began to pick him up off of the floor and swing him into the walls of the room.
The group began to disperse inside the room screaming to get out. The door that they had come into had locked, and there were people in the group missing. As Pep was slammed into the left wall a second time, blood sprayed onto the group as he dropped onto the table in the middle of the room, breaking it. He stood up and pulled at the tentacle tightly and with everything he had left in his body, and it began to give way and came off. As it broke free of his face, the group looked at him and their eyes grew wide with disgust: Pep’s face, skin, and hair were gone, and all that remained was a bloody skull and two bulging eyeballs. The tentacle then swing hard again, and knocked Pep’s body into the shelves in the corner of the room, breaking them. Minnie screamed at the top of her lungs as she watched the whole scene. The tentacle retracted and what was once Toni continued to change. Her hair was now a different color, and her skin began to take on a rigor mortis blue. Minnie screamed out for Toni, who turned, opened her mouth, fangs exposed and vomited blood on her face and neck. While Minnie struggled to wipe it off, she heard a crackling and a sizzling. Her clothes and hair were burning and dissolving, as was her skin and face. Her screams began higher and higher and she began to bleed profusely. Her skin began to melt off in chunks and smoke as they hit the floor. Skull became exposed, and she dropped to the floor, a smoking melted blob from the chest up. Chopper and friends began to smash at the door for their escape, as Johnnie and Marky, rose from the floor slowly. They were dark purple with exposed black veins, and bright yellow eyes.
“What the crap, Johnnie?!” Chopper screamed.
“Marky!!??” Bottles yelled. Marky grabbed Bottles by the hair and pulled him to him as he wrapped his hands around his throat and began to squeeze. Bottles screamed for his life, as Chopper and Steam continued on the door. The Rego brothers made a run for Marky, Bobby was whacked aside by Johnnie, and Benny was grabbed by Marky in his other hand and thrown into the wall.
The altar behind Toni began to set fire, which quickly spread to the curtains on the altar and the skirt of the caskets. Chopper began to scream for Jester, and bang on the door. He hoped he hadn’t run off with the bimbo. Bottle’s wind pipe crushed, and his neck cracked like a twig.
Jester grabbed Kaylei around the waist and kissed her deeply when she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his kiss. Jester could feel the rush of passion pumping through his veins. The first scream pierced the night air and Kaylei snapped her head in the direction of the bellow. Jester took Kaylei by the hand and ran back to the room. Jester tried the knob. No response.
“Chopper, can you hear me???” Jester screamed.
“Jester? Get us the hell out of here, man. Help us!”
“Step back, dude.” Jester yelled. Chopper hit the floor. Jester pulled the pearl-handled .45 and pumped three slugs into the door handle. The doorknob exploded and Jester kicked it in. Chopper, Steam, Torch,
Tina, and Zippo began squeezing through the door. Smoke pouring out behind them from the fire inside the room. As Zippo was making his way through, a hand from inside the room grabbed him by the hair and dragged him back inside the room. Jester and Kaylei were helping the others to stairs when out of the room emerged the zombie Marky. His mouth was stained with fresh blood, and in his right hand, was Zippo’s head.
“Get a move on, people, we’re drawing a crowd here.” Jester yelled. Jester turned and pointed the pistol at the oncoming Marky. He stopped. Jester waited. He dropped the severed head of Zippo on the floor. Jester watched puzzled. Marky gave the head a soft kick and it sprouting what looked like wings out of the sides of its ears, and began to fly around the room. Jester aimed and fired a round at the head. Blood sprayed on the ceiling and the wall, and the head dropped to the floor. Marky roared at Jester and began walking forward again. Behind Marky came Johnnie, Zippo’s headless corpse, Minnie’s dissolved body, and Pep’s skinless skull. Jester turned and slammed the door on the situation and ran up the stairs...
(End of Chapter 10)
08/27/2009, 12:47 pm |
Rating: 0/0 |
Morticia Pt, 9
Johnnie had grown tired of the waiting game, and decided to call the gang together to meet at Harry’s Sub Shoppe in Market Square. This time the whole gang showed, even those that hadn’t been around in awhile. Marky and Toni showed, Jester and Kaylei, Torch and Tina, Steam, Zippo, Pep and Minnie, Bobby Rego and his brother Benny, Chopper, Jester’s best friend, and Bottles O’Hearn, who was one of Johnnie’s buddies from juvenile hall when he was a kid. He got the nickname because he liked to throw bottles at his enemies and cut their faces with them.
“Tonight, we have a special mission for all of you. We are always looking for a great party, and this time we have found the party of a lifetime. Months ago, we partied up at Kiltner Mansion, and had the time of our lives, ain’t that right, Mark?”
“Sure did, Johnnie, it was damn incredible.”
“Well, we are going back there to party to hell tonight. We scored some of the best mess on the planet, and we are going to give you all a taste of the best. No more scumdust, this is the real mess, and I’m talking premium death mess.”
“I tried some of it too, guys and it screws you up good.”
“Keep talking Johnnie, you haven’t scored good mess since you played hockey in high school. “ Chopper said.
“Chop, it’s the honest truth. We’re talking time warp central here. Are you in or not?”
“This better be worth my damn wild, Johnnie, man. I got a lot demand going and a lot of unsatisfied people needing a tune up.”
“Trust him, Chopper. It’s gonna take your game to a new level.”
“Ok, let’s do it.”
“How about you, Bottles?”
“I just want to get the split out of here, let’s get this stuff. What did you call it?”
“Umm…I call it…Morticia.”
“I like it already.”
The gang loaded into the cars and made a caravan towards the Mansion. Jester rode with his crew and Johnnie with his. As they pulled onto Monson Road, they cut the lights to the cars and pulled into the woods a little bit to hide the cars. The gang got out silently and looked around. No signs of cops or anyone else. Johnnie walked over to the gate and pondered for a moment as this time, the lock was opened.
“This ain’t right, guys. This lock is never unlocked. I think that someone is here.”
“It’s never been like that before. Should we check it out?” Jester asked.
“Yeah, why don’t you and Chopper see what’s up.”
“Johnnie, was that your balls that I just heard roll down your pants??”
“Hell no, are you going to do it?”
“You know what, we are gonna do it. Right now.”
Jester opened the gate at the lock, and Chopper walked in first. Jester got in and closed the gate. He motioned for Chopper to take one side and sweep the area with him. They walked all along the road looking for signs of people or for cars. So far nothing.
“What if they don’t come back Johnnie?”
“Sod them. If they don’t, then we go in next. I got stuff that I need to move.”
“That mess isn’t even yours Johnnie, man.”
“It’s mine if I say its mine, ok?”
“Oh, that’s a great plan.”
“Yeah, it is. I’m getting that stuff out and selling it to the highest bidders. I have enough in there to light up the whole coast.”
“Dope??? In THERE??!!”
“Damn right, and it took my damn head off. “ Torch leaned over to Tina.
“Does that mean that we can get wasted enough for you to sleep with me?”
“Not even if it was on the same coroner slab, numbnuts.”
Chopper and Jester came up on the mansion and the mausoleum. Roving their eyes around the property, they looked at the landscape. No cars, no people, nothing. As Chopper looked up he noticed that the full moon overhead was now being obscured by clouds, and the wind was beginning to pick up. Jester gave Chopper the signal and Chopper gave it back. All clear. Both of them returned to get the group.
“Place looks like it did before, all deserted. No pigs, no nothing. But, I don’t know, Johnnie, something just isn’t right with the place. Not like it was before. Its TOO quiet.” Jester reported. Johnnie knew better than to question Jester’s instincts, they were the best in the world.
“Ok, then something is up. Chopper, did you and Torch bring the goods?”
“But, of course.” Torch and Chopper reached into their respective bags and began to pass out weapons. A baseball bat with nails, a bushwhacker, 2 machetes, a pitchfork, and 3 crowbars. Everyone had their respective weapons.
“And in the meantime, whoever comes with me will get covered by this…” Johnnie said as he reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a black Uzi submachine gun, with a laser sight and telescope. The gang’s jaws dropped.
“Where in the living hell did you get that?” Chopper asked.
“My Dad is in the military, he can get anything. I swiped it off of him when we were cleaning them once.”
“Did you bring silver bullets with that thing?”
“To kill werewolves.”
“Are you damn soft, Jester? Werewolves? That’s only in the movies. Those things aren’t real. Besides, if it bleeds, it can die, and it doesn’t have to be silver. For purposes of our discussion…”
Johnnie cocked back the slide on the Uzi.
“…brass will do fine for now.” Jester shook his head and waited patiently in the night air.
“Ok, when we head in, no fancy mess, and if you see anything, peep.”Johnnie explained.
The group moved towards the gate and one by one slid in. Kaylei moved over to Jester close.
“What does ‘peep’ mean?” she asked.
“Sound like a bird, so you can let others know that you saw something.”
“I understand. You scared of here?”
“Not really…” Jester lifted his shirt to reveal a sheath that contained a very ominous looking knife that he pulled out, and down in his waist band was a pearl-handled .45 caliber pistol.
“…my Dad was in service too. He knew Johnnie's dad.” Kaylei giggled.
The group spread out over the perimeter and looked for any signs of intrusion by someone else. They did not see anything. Perhaps the police did something to it. Way off to the left, a peep was signaled by Steam. The group took cover immediately, and looked out. Nothing. Jester made his way over to Steam and checked in.
“What did you see, big man?”
“The door. Door to that building opened.”
“Ok, we’ll take a look.” Above them, the sky began to rumble with the prospect of rain. The group looked at the moon, which was becoming obscured by clouds.
“Looks like we are going in. Everyone, over here.” The group shuffled over to the open door and leaned back enough to enter one by one.
(End of chapter 9)
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Morticia pt. 8
Buck and his friends began to make their way through the woods, as the sun began to set in the distance. Buck yelled “Come on you guys, let’s get a move on, I don’t want to be in here all night you know.” They were almost to the clearing when they stopped again. In the distance, the sound of some sort of gas-powered device was close. Buck volunteered to peak out of the woods and see what it was. Across the way was a man with a weed-whacker, trimming the edge of the lawn. The boys snuck out one by one, and proceeded out to the gravel road and walked around to the other side of the mansion. The man was too far away to hear them, and at a bad angle to see them. The boys hid around the other side of the hedges that was the back side of the labyrinth. “We should be fine from here on in, that old guy out there won’t hear us. I doubt that he ever seen us.” Buck said.
“Are you sure, Buck?” Lincoln asked.
“Well, you still here the weed-whacker don’t you? Although it is rather late to be doing…”
“Yes, Buck, ARE YOU SURE?” a voice commanded. The whole group jumped back, and there was the man from the other side of the lawn. He didn’t have his weed whacker in hand this time.
“Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Tim. I take care of the grounds here. I’m also here to invite you.”
“No thanks, we don’t need an invitation, we were just leaving.”
“Oh, I’m so sure that that’s a good idea. The woods are dark, and full of all sorts of creatures of the night.”
“We’ll take our chances. Its too far from here.”
“I’m sorry that your plans, have changed, Buck. Please forgive me.”
“Well, we really weren’t planning on staying, right guys?”
“No, I meant your plans on leaving. You and your friends aren’t going anywhere.”
“The flip we’re not. Who’s gonna stop us, Tim and his nasty weed-whacker?”
“No, Tim the nasty damn werewolf, and his pack of friends.” Tim grabbed Buck, and began to shake all over. Buck watched as Tim’s eyes began to change color to an eerie red, and his teeth lengthened into long, sharp fangs. Hair sprouted all over Tim, as he made his metamorphosis into a large, burly, werewolf. Tim had picked Buck up off the ground a few inches until his feet were no longer touching ground. Buck kicked him where it counted and Tim dropped him onto the grass lawn.
“Run for the damn hills!!! Run!” Buck screamed. Tim howled out into the night and began his charge towards the crowd which split up and ran. As Tim stood there howling and screaming, he contorted and convulsed and it was as if his body split and tear itself apart. There were now two Tims.
Calvin looked around the property and saw more of them coming out of the woods, and from around the back of house. Calvin ran like the wind and was looking for way into one of the structures. A gang of the boys ran in between the house and the mausoleum, full speed, Buck in front, screaming orders as they ran. They passed the front doors of the mausoleum, and kept going towards the rear of the estate. As they rounded the next turn, one of the boys, Paul, was grabbed by a long, hairy arm that dug its long claws into his skull. As he screamed in terror and was hoisted into the air above the lycanthrope’s head, as sort of an offering to the god of the full moon, he drew him into his mouth and bit completely through his neck. Two more wolves passed by the messy scene at the corner, and went in the directions of the boys.
Calvin was about to run into the labyrinth when he was stopped by a snarling werewolf already in the maze. He turned to run and saw three more gaining on him. To his left was the wolf making a meal out of Paul, and behind him was the mausoleum. As he pressed against the doors his elbow touched glass, and in a swift motion he elbowed the pane, shattering the window. Reaching in, he snapped the lock, and turned in time to escape a diving attack that the werewolf in the maze had tried with him. It missed to the left and smashed through the door, breaking even more glass, but catching itself on glass. Calvin grabbed the wolf around the top of the head and began jamming its throat down across the jagged broken glass. The wolf exploded in screams, yelping like a scalded dog. Blood sprayed all over the door, catching some on Calvin, as he ran inside and slammed the door shut. Calvin knew he was in the mausoleum because he felt the draft of the cold air. His eyes were locked in front of him to make sure that the wolves did not make it inside. As he backed up and entered the hallway of the mausoleum, he noticed that there were tiny flickers in the hallways. Turning his head sideways, he could see that the hallway was empty, and that there were candles lit on the walls. Their eerie golden glow made the setting even more scary than he had imagined. No werewolves yet, better get going, Calvin thought. He made his way down the hallway, following the long hallway and the trail of candles.
Buck and his buddies were still being chased by the killer werewolves: One in the garden, one coming out of the woods, and two near the front porch. The boys began crying, for the end looked bleak. As they stood there with no chance of escape, Buck felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around.
(End of Chapter 8)
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