John Dyne
07-14-2005, 10:20 AM
Alright, so. I had a nightmare this morning, and after relaying it to a friend, he urged me use it as inispiration for a story. So, I took my tired ass and made this. Enjoy. (It may have a few problems with it, but I wrote it in about thirty minutes, so give it a bit of slack.)
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The house was enormous. The Fueller house, once the home of the rich, late Edward Fueller, stood three stories tall, looming over the rest of the neighborhood. As we pulled up the gravel driveway, I glanced at my friends in the car with me. Clay, Alex, Shay, Preston.. all of them had the same look of awe. How had Shay's mom BOUGHT this house for so cheap? It was a beautiful old home, a victorian style home that seemed out of place with the more modern homes surrounding it. A low iron fence encircled the immaculate yard, and the whole thing was just.. beautiful.
The gravel crunched under the wheels as we stopped. Excited chatter filled the cab, mostly words of excitement and suggestions of how awesome lan parties would be in a place like this. Shay grinned ear from ear. He was excited too, obviously. We all piled out of the car and gathered up the supplies for cleaning the house. The fun would come later; we had work to do.
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The inside of the house was just as amazing. A large, spacious living room greeted us, with the kitchen adjacent. A bar ran half the length of the kitchen, and joined the wall next to the glass sliding doors that led to the empty patio and massive pool. We began spreading out in the house, to explore the massive old home. Things were sure to be left behind here. Old clothes, boxes of junk.. things that truly intrigued me, as I've always held a great interest in the lives of others.
After a few minutes of exploring, I heard Shay call to us. He was in a room on the second story, and had found an old television set with an ancient Beta player. We all express our curiousity on if it works, and Alex mentions how he saw a generator out back. He runs out and turns it on, and after a few minutes of letting it run, we turn the TV on.
Static. Of course it was static.. we had no reception out here. Preston and I began rummaging through the room. If there was a tape player, there may be tapes. We opened the walk in closet and were surprised to find it filled with old clothes and several boxes. Preston and I carried one out and sat it down, and Shay took to tearing it open. It was filled with tape cassettes.
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We ignored our work for the time being and put one of the tapes in. It was an old home movie of the late Fueller. A beautiful, blonde haired woman appeared on the screen and smiled, and joked with the man behind the camera. Her name was.. something with an s, as the man addressed her, and she continued to smile her smile, a smile from years past.
Alex turned the tape off and grinned at us.
"Man, have you heard the story of what HAPPENED to old man Fueller and his wife?"
None of us had.
"Well, here's how it goes, guys. See, that chick.. she was a money grubbing bitch. Old man Fueller just wanted a hot young thing for his wife, and he got her. And man, he used her as much as he could. But she didn't like that. I mean, dude, she was 20 something, even if I was filthy rich I couldn't stand taking it from an old man. So, I've heard that what she did was, after a little romp, she cut it right off."
"No way." Shay spoke up, wincing.
"Yeah. And she left it on the floor and screamed at him, saying how she'd get the money from his will. He was bleeding bad and dying, and man, old Fueller, he was a crazy bastard. He swore he'd kill her and anyone else who took this house from him, from beyond the grave, and-"
Preston shook his head. "Dude, you're making this shit up."
Clay got up as Alex was talking and began rummaging around in the box of videos. "I gotta agree with Preston, man. This sounds like bullshit."
"Lemme finish, dammit. Anyways.. old man Fueller, right before he died, he got the knife from her and cut her eyes out, and stabbed her in the throat with it. She fell over and bled on his severed tool, and turned it black."
Man. That's f*cked up, bullshit or not."
"It isn't bullshit man.. look!"
We all turned to Clay when he spoke, and he sat there, grinning. In his hands was a black dildo that he had found in the box, and he roared and thrust it at us, giggling.
"Look out, I have old man Fueller's severed penis! Oh no!"
We laughed and we laughed.. and then the TV turned back on.
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The sound of static made us all jump, and we turned to the screen. For a moment, there was nothing but snow, but then the tape, which we had left playing, rewinded and resumed play from the start.
The TV's screen turned black, and all of a sudden, we were seeing this bedroom as it was years ago. Fueller laying in bed, naked, and his trophy wife laying next to him. In the low light, we caught the glimpse of steel, and then suddenly, she struck him. He screamed in agony and she threw what she had cut off to the ground. We didn't have to see it to know what it was. She cursed at him and screamed that she was sick of his games, and that she was taking the money now.
Fueller sat up and grabbed the knife from her, and I dived at the TV and pulled the plug. The screen went out, and we all sat there, looking at each other. I broke the silence, looking at them individually.
"What the f*ck was THAT?"
"Old tape players do that, man. They get to the end and rewind back, then play. I guess old Fueller was a perv that liked to record his acts."
Shay nodded at Preston. "He's probably right, man, but damn."
We sat in silence for a minute and then looked at Clay. He was still holding the dildo, and when he noticed, he threw it down in revulsion and wiped his hands on his shirt. We laughed, and things seemed to lighten up from there.
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We finally got to work. Alex and Preston took on the kitchen and bottomf loor, moving the furniture so they could clean underneath it. Clay took to bathrooms, Shay took to the third floor, and I took to the second. I vaccuumed and dusted, and when I came to the room with the TV, I stopped and looked in curiously.
Everything was where we left it, except.. where was that toy?
I stepped in and sighed. Why was I being so foolish and paranoid? Shay probably grabbed it so he could scare us with it later. Drop it from the third floor or something. I decided to sit down and rifle through the cassettes, seeing if there were any movies that would be interesting to watch. Most were home movies.
I sat with my back against the wall and yawned. I'd gotten up too early for that kinda scare, and I closed my eyes to rest them. What would a moment of rest hurt?
I fell asleep.
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I woke up hours later with a start. I had dreamed about the video, and I noticed the light was low in the room. I looked at my watch and cursed to myself, climbing to my feet. Those assholes didn't even bother to wake me up.
I started towards the door and stopped. The TV was on, and paused at the woman smiling at the camera. I took a step back and looked at the screen. Shay'd obviously done it as a joke, but it still bugged me. I moved to hit the power button, then I stopped. The cord was unplugged. I felt a chill run down my spine and I looked at the TV again. Her face had changed somehow.. was her mascara running? No..
Oh god. That's blood.
Suddenly, her mouth twisted open, blood pouring from the stumps of her gums where her teeth should be. She screamed at me, and I screamed back. I turned to the door and threw it open, twisting around in the middle of the hall to look into the room.
There she stood, plain as day, naked as when she was in the start of the video. Her eyes were gone, and blood had dried and caked on her cheeks. A knife fell from her throat, and the thud of it on the carpet sent a spark through my body. I slammed the door and screamed for my friends. I bolted down the stairs and my heart sank when I entered the kitchen and saw out the window.
They were gone.
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I felt bile raise in my throat as my mind tried to panic. I calmed myself as best I could and turned my head. The phone. Of course.
I grabbed the phone and held it to my ear. Never had I been so glad to hear a dial tone. I dialed my cousin's cell phone number, and heard a click... followed by a busy signal. I started to curse on the second tone, but then, it clicked again, and I got the dialing tone. I raised an eyebrow but figured, what the hell.
A moment later, a woman picked up the phone.
"Hello? This is Shiela."
"Oh god, I'm sorry, I got a wrong number. I was trying to call my cousin.. see, they left me here at this house on 2207 Circle.."
"Oh, the old Fueller house?"
"Yeah. They left me here cause I fell asleep, and-"
"You shouldn't have messed with old Blackie, Corey."
I froze.
"Edward doesn't like it when people touch his things."
I slammed the phone down, panting. My eyes were wide, and I turned my head to look out the glass doors.
It was her. She floated in the pool in the bikini she wore in the video, in the later part. Her body was bloated, and the water around her was stained red with her blood. She stirred and raised her head, looking at me with those empty eyes.
I screamed and turned, busting through the screen door. I heard her behind me.. I smelled her rotten breath.
And then I leaped the fence.
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I turned. She was no longer there, but the house.. the house was different. It was covered in nasty green moss. Vines engulfed the house, and a sickly red light pulsed behind the windows. I heard sirens behind me and turned to see bewildered cops staring right at me. I screamed at them and ran to them for help, and they started. One of them took me into his car and drove me down the road, where other cars were gathered in front of a house.
They took me inside and there sat Shay, Alex, and Preston, scared to death. I sat down and looked at them. The fear in their eyes echoed mine, and I shuddered.
One of the officers, Lt. Harrigan, knelt beside me. "Okay, son. I want you to talk first. Your friends there seem a little tight lipped, and might speak up if you speak first."
So I did. I told them what happened to me, and the officer nodded. Shay looked up and sighed. "I'll go."
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There I was, man. Third floor. I'd found this bad ass bed room with a bigger walk in closet than the one down below. Full of clothes, jewelry, that kinda shit. I walked in and started going through the clothes. Real fancy shit. And.. time just seemed to fly by in there. Next thing I know when I step out, it's like three hours later, and I figured you guys were done by now. So I start to head to the door, and I hear something.
I turn around, and the closet door is shut. I'd just left it open, man, so I walk over and I grab the handle, and it feels so f*ckin' slimy. I open the door, and what I saw scared the shit outta me.
Bodies, man. Just torsos hanging inside the clothes, their heads droopin' down and their fingers dripping some sorta slime. I gasped, and all their eyes snapped open and they turned to look at me at once. They screamed at me, and goddamn, man.
I bolted, and when I got to the stairs, I saw that some of those torsos were waitin' for me. I kicked one, and I swear to God, I thought it was gonna suck me in by my shoe. I stomped it off and bolted down the stairs, and when I got to the kitchen, I saw all those f*ckin' bodies on the patio, clawing at the glass. One of 'em broke through, and that's when I bolted out the door. Completely ignored my car, man, just hopped that fence and called the cops on my cell.
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Lt. Harrigan bit his lip and nodded. I looked at Shay. How the hell did he experience all that when I experienced all that I did near the same time? Then something occured to me.
"Shay. When you got out and looked at the house.. was it all mossy?"
Shay nodded. I looked at Preston and Alex.
"You guys, too?"
They nodded. Lt. Harrigan nodded at me and looked to the two remaining boys. "Alright, one of you."
Alex went next.
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So there I was with Preston, and dude had to go take a shit or something. So I figure, what the hell, I'll sit down and f*ck around with my PDA. So I sit down and start goofin' off, and after a while, I decide to get up and get back to work. Preston hadn't been back, and I didn't notice the sun had gone down a bit, so I just grabbed the stove and scooted it back.
I saw all this hair and shit under there, and I thought it was just gross. So I went to grab the broom, and when I came back and was about to get to sweeping, I noticed something.
There were bone fragments down there. And blood. And some grey shit which I guess was brains. I was startled, and when I stepped back, I ran into somethin'. I thought Preston had come up behind me, but when I turned around, it was this huge fat guy.
The top of his skull was missing, and his eyes were dangling from their stalks. I screamed, and he reached up and grabbed my throat and started squeezing, choking the shit out of me. I panicked, and I hit his wrist.. and his hand came off with a sick noise. I stepped back and saw his bones RUNNING, like f*ckin' water, and I noticed all these little bugs and worms squirmin' under his skin. His hand fell from my throat and splattered, and I blitzed past him and out the door. Like Shay, I jumped that f*ckin' fence, and I saw Shay runnin' down the road and followed him.
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I guess I'll go next. See, yeah, I did go to the bathroom. Left Alex behind, and I passed Clay. Guy said he wanted to check out the basement, so I patted him on the back and told him that he's gonna have to clean the toilet again when I'm done. He just glared and laughed, and I went and did my thing.
When I came out, I was surprised to see it was so quiet and a littler dimmer. I figured I just took a really long time, and shut the bathroom door. When I did, I heard somethin' scratch on the door behind me, and I jumped slightly.
I turned to the door, and saw some green slimy shit leaking from underneath. I reached for the handle, but I heard something kind of screech and crunch from behind the door. I just said f*ck it and ran...
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"Man, wish you guys had only gotten that. That shit sucks."
I nodded. My friends and the cops continued to talk, when I heard a tap at the glass. I turned my head, expecting Clay. But what I saw was the girl. I screamed, and everyone turned to look. They saw it, too.
Lt. Harrigan howled at his men to close the drapes, and they did. They all reached for their guns and waited hesitantly. The drapes billowed slightly, and were yanked down by some invisible force, one by one. I reached into my shirt and pulled my necklace out, rubbing my thumb against it protectively. The final drape billowed and stayed billowed, and Lt. Harrigan stepped over and pulled it aside.
There she stood.
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She was in what had to be her death shroud, but she was.. ghostly beautiful. Her eyes were returned, and her hair was normal. But we still screamed, and she returned it. She passed through Harrigan, and he dropped to his feet, retching and puking up blood. Our eyes followed her, and she picked up the remote and turned to the TV. We followed ger gaze, and it came on. There was only static, and then...
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There was Clay, trapped in what looked like a large coffin. He was screaming and pounding on the wood, and he was covered in moss or algae. His hair was wet and slick with the stuff, and he cried and screamed in horror. He looked right at us and screamed for us to help, and the woman.
The scene changed. We saw the crate Clay was trapped in, laying in the basement. It was brightly lit, and there was a strange film of slime all over the floor. It was mossy and vine entangled, just like the outside of the house, and finally, the crate broke apart. Clay lay there, motionless, his chest heaving up and down. Other people were in there with him, live people. They screamed in panic, and Clay lifted his head.
He was swarmed. Small, alien looking bugs swarmed him, and he screamed. The scream was choked off, and the bugs passed close to the camera. They were bizarre.. some were like little walking mouths and little more. Others were like tiny crocodiles with vicious, gleaming fangs. They descended on Clay, and his screams were silenced. The others in the room, fled and screamed. One man ran by the camera and a green rope struck the top of his skull. Alex wailed beside me, and the top of the man's skull was ripped off.
Many fled, and were pounced upon by larger bugs, torn in two with one bite. The bugs swarmed away from Clay's body, and his skin ahd been eaten away. He was still alive and aware, however. His eyes rolled in their sockets and his mouth worked as bugs tore away his teeth and shredded muscle. Then.. the camera panned to Shiela's body.
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She was chained to the wall down there, dead as dead could be. The smile was still on her face, but her eyes were gone. She was naked and mutilated, and the ghost of her near us clawed her own eyes out and sobbed.
The camera moved closer to her, then turned.
The face of Edward Fueller came into full view. It was.. horrible. Terrifying beyond words.
At that moment I glanced around. I was still inside the house, chained against the wall. Shay was chained down, and the torsos crawled all over him, biting and tearing at his skin. Alex was held above the floor by the fat man, the color slowly draining from his face. Preston was in a glass box that filled with slime and those bugs. Lt. Harrigan.. he knelt there, continuially puking, his body seeming to suck into itself as he puked up his own body.
I screamed. A cold hand clamped over my mouth, and the last thing I saw was the horrible face of Edward Fueller.
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The house was enormous. The Fueller house, once the home of the rich, late Edward Fueller, stood three stories tall, looming over the rest of the neighborhood. As we pulled up the gravel driveway, I glanced at my friends in the car with me. Clay, Alex, Shay, Preston.. all of them had the same look of awe. How had Shay's mom BOUGHT this house for so cheap? It was a beautiful old home, a victorian style home that seemed out of place with the more modern homes surrounding it. A low iron fence encircled the immaculate yard, and the whole thing was just.. beautiful.
The gravel crunched under the wheels as we stopped. Excited chatter filled the cab, mostly words of excitement and suggestions of how awesome lan parties would be in a place like this. Shay grinned ear from ear. He was excited too, obviously. We all piled out of the car and gathered up the supplies for cleaning the house. The fun would come later; we had work to do.
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The inside of the house was just as amazing. A large, spacious living room greeted us, with the kitchen adjacent. A bar ran half the length of the kitchen, and joined the wall next to the glass sliding doors that led to the empty patio and massive pool. We began spreading out in the house, to explore the massive old home. Things were sure to be left behind here. Old clothes, boxes of junk.. things that truly intrigued me, as I've always held a great interest in the lives of others.
After a few minutes of exploring, I heard Shay call to us. He was in a room on the second story, and had found an old television set with an ancient Beta player. We all express our curiousity on if it works, and Alex mentions how he saw a generator out back. He runs out and turns it on, and after a few minutes of letting it run, we turn the TV on.
Static. Of course it was static.. we had no reception out here. Preston and I began rummaging through the room. If there was a tape player, there may be tapes. We opened the walk in closet and were surprised to find it filled with old clothes and several boxes. Preston and I carried one out and sat it down, and Shay took to tearing it open. It was filled with tape cassettes.
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We ignored our work for the time being and put one of the tapes in. It was an old home movie of the late Fueller. A beautiful, blonde haired woman appeared on the screen and smiled, and joked with the man behind the camera. Her name was.. something with an s, as the man addressed her, and she continued to smile her smile, a smile from years past.
Alex turned the tape off and grinned at us.
"Man, have you heard the story of what HAPPENED to old man Fueller and his wife?"
None of us had.
"Well, here's how it goes, guys. See, that chick.. she was a money grubbing bitch. Old man Fueller just wanted a hot young thing for his wife, and he got her. And man, he used her as much as he could. But she didn't like that. I mean, dude, she was 20 something, even if I was filthy rich I couldn't stand taking it from an old man. So, I've heard that what she did was, after a little romp, she cut it right off."
"No way." Shay spoke up, wincing.
"Yeah. And she left it on the floor and screamed at him, saying how she'd get the money from his will. He was bleeding bad and dying, and man, old Fueller, he was a crazy bastard. He swore he'd kill her and anyone else who took this house from him, from beyond the grave, and-"
Preston shook his head. "Dude, you're making this shit up."
Clay got up as Alex was talking and began rummaging around in the box of videos. "I gotta agree with Preston, man. This sounds like bullshit."
"Lemme finish, dammit. Anyways.. old man Fueller, right before he died, he got the knife from her and cut her eyes out, and stabbed her in the throat with it. She fell over and bled on his severed tool, and turned it black."
Man. That's f*cked up, bullshit or not."
"It isn't bullshit man.. look!"
We all turned to Clay when he spoke, and he sat there, grinning. In his hands was a black dildo that he had found in the box, and he roared and thrust it at us, giggling.
"Look out, I have old man Fueller's severed penis! Oh no!"
We laughed and we laughed.. and then the TV turned back on.
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The sound of static made us all jump, and we turned to the screen. For a moment, there was nothing but snow, but then the tape, which we had left playing, rewinded and resumed play from the start.
The TV's screen turned black, and all of a sudden, we were seeing this bedroom as it was years ago. Fueller laying in bed, naked, and his trophy wife laying next to him. In the low light, we caught the glimpse of steel, and then suddenly, she struck him. He screamed in agony and she threw what she had cut off to the ground. We didn't have to see it to know what it was. She cursed at him and screamed that she was sick of his games, and that she was taking the money now.
Fueller sat up and grabbed the knife from her, and I dived at the TV and pulled the plug. The screen went out, and we all sat there, looking at each other. I broke the silence, looking at them individually.
"What the f*ck was THAT?"
"Old tape players do that, man. They get to the end and rewind back, then play. I guess old Fueller was a perv that liked to record his acts."
Shay nodded at Preston. "He's probably right, man, but damn."
We sat in silence for a minute and then looked at Clay. He was still holding the dildo, and when he noticed, he threw it down in revulsion and wiped his hands on his shirt. We laughed, and things seemed to lighten up from there.
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We finally got to work. Alex and Preston took on the kitchen and bottomf loor, moving the furniture so they could clean underneath it. Clay took to bathrooms, Shay took to the third floor, and I took to the second. I vaccuumed and dusted, and when I came to the room with the TV, I stopped and looked in curiously.
Everything was where we left it, except.. where was that toy?
I stepped in and sighed. Why was I being so foolish and paranoid? Shay probably grabbed it so he could scare us with it later. Drop it from the third floor or something. I decided to sit down and rifle through the cassettes, seeing if there were any movies that would be interesting to watch. Most were home movies.
I sat with my back against the wall and yawned. I'd gotten up too early for that kinda scare, and I closed my eyes to rest them. What would a moment of rest hurt?
I fell asleep.
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I woke up hours later with a start. I had dreamed about the video, and I noticed the light was low in the room. I looked at my watch and cursed to myself, climbing to my feet. Those assholes didn't even bother to wake me up.
I started towards the door and stopped. The TV was on, and paused at the woman smiling at the camera. I took a step back and looked at the screen. Shay'd obviously done it as a joke, but it still bugged me. I moved to hit the power button, then I stopped. The cord was unplugged. I felt a chill run down my spine and I looked at the TV again. Her face had changed somehow.. was her mascara running? No..
Oh god. That's blood.
Suddenly, her mouth twisted open, blood pouring from the stumps of her gums where her teeth should be. She screamed at me, and I screamed back. I turned to the door and threw it open, twisting around in the middle of the hall to look into the room.
There she stood, plain as day, naked as when she was in the start of the video. Her eyes were gone, and blood had dried and caked on her cheeks. A knife fell from her throat, and the thud of it on the carpet sent a spark through my body. I slammed the door and screamed for my friends. I bolted down the stairs and my heart sank when I entered the kitchen and saw out the window.
They were gone.
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I felt bile raise in my throat as my mind tried to panic. I calmed myself as best I could and turned my head. The phone. Of course.
I grabbed the phone and held it to my ear. Never had I been so glad to hear a dial tone. I dialed my cousin's cell phone number, and heard a click... followed by a busy signal. I started to curse on the second tone, but then, it clicked again, and I got the dialing tone. I raised an eyebrow but figured, what the hell.
A moment later, a woman picked up the phone.
"Hello? This is Shiela."
"Oh god, I'm sorry, I got a wrong number. I was trying to call my cousin.. see, they left me here at this house on 2207 Circle.."
"Oh, the old Fueller house?"
"Yeah. They left me here cause I fell asleep, and-"
"You shouldn't have messed with old Blackie, Corey."
I froze.
"Edward doesn't like it when people touch his things."
I slammed the phone down, panting. My eyes were wide, and I turned my head to look out the glass doors.
It was her. She floated in the pool in the bikini she wore in the video, in the later part. Her body was bloated, and the water around her was stained red with her blood. She stirred and raised her head, looking at me with those empty eyes.
I screamed and turned, busting through the screen door. I heard her behind me.. I smelled her rotten breath.
And then I leaped the fence.
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I turned. She was no longer there, but the house.. the house was different. It was covered in nasty green moss. Vines engulfed the house, and a sickly red light pulsed behind the windows. I heard sirens behind me and turned to see bewildered cops staring right at me. I screamed at them and ran to them for help, and they started. One of them took me into his car and drove me down the road, where other cars were gathered in front of a house.
They took me inside and there sat Shay, Alex, and Preston, scared to death. I sat down and looked at them. The fear in their eyes echoed mine, and I shuddered.
One of the officers, Lt. Harrigan, knelt beside me. "Okay, son. I want you to talk first. Your friends there seem a little tight lipped, and might speak up if you speak first."
So I did. I told them what happened to me, and the officer nodded. Shay looked up and sighed. "I'll go."
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There I was, man. Third floor. I'd found this bad ass bed room with a bigger walk in closet than the one down below. Full of clothes, jewelry, that kinda shit. I walked in and started going through the clothes. Real fancy shit. And.. time just seemed to fly by in there. Next thing I know when I step out, it's like three hours later, and I figured you guys were done by now. So I start to head to the door, and I hear something.
I turn around, and the closet door is shut. I'd just left it open, man, so I walk over and I grab the handle, and it feels so f*ckin' slimy. I open the door, and what I saw scared the shit outta me.
Bodies, man. Just torsos hanging inside the clothes, their heads droopin' down and their fingers dripping some sorta slime. I gasped, and all their eyes snapped open and they turned to look at me at once. They screamed at me, and goddamn, man.
I bolted, and when I got to the stairs, I saw that some of those torsos were waitin' for me. I kicked one, and I swear to God, I thought it was gonna suck me in by my shoe. I stomped it off and bolted down the stairs, and when I got to the kitchen, I saw all those f*ckin' bodies on the patio, clawing at the glass. One of 'em broke through, and that's when I bolted out the door. Completely ignored my car, man, just hopped that fence and called the cops on my cell.
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Lt. Harrigan bit his lip and nodded. I looked at Shay. How the hell did he experience all that when I experienced all that I did near the same time? Then something occured to me.
"Shay. When you got out and looked at the house.. was it all mossy?"
Shay nodded. I looked at Preston and Alex.
"You guys, too?"
They nodded. Lt. Harrigan nodded at me and looked to the two remaining boys. "Alright, one of you."
Alex went next.
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So there I was with Preston, and dude had to go take a shit or something. So I figure, what the hell, I'll sit down and f*ck around with my PDA. So I sit down and start goofin' off, and after a while, I decide to get up and get back to work. Preston hadn't been back, and I didn't notice the sun had gone down a bit, so I just grabbed the stove and scooted it back.
I saw all this hair and shit under there, and I thought it was just gross. So I went to grab the broom, and when I came back and was about to get to sweeping, I noticed something.
There were bone fragments down there. And blood. And some grey shit which I guess was brains. I was startled, and when I stepped back, I ran into somethin'. I thought Preston had come up behind me, but when I turned around, it was this huge fat guy.
The top of his skull was missing, and his eyes were dangling from their stalks. I screamed, and he reached up and grabbed my throat and started squeezing, choking the shit out of me. I panicked, and I hit his wrist.. and his hand came off with a sick noise. I stepped back and saw his bones RUNNING, like f*ckin' water, and I noticed all these little bugs and worms squirmin' under his skin. His hand fell from my throat and splattered, and I blitzed past him and out the door. Like Shay, I jumped that f*ckin' fence, and I saw Shay runnin' down the road and followed him.
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I guess I'll go next. See, yeah, I did go to the bathroom. Left Alex behind, and I passed Clay. Guy said he wanted to check out the basement, so I patted him on the back and told him that he's gonna have to clean the toilet again when I'm done. He just glared and laughed, and I went and did my thing.
When I came out, I was surprised to see it was so quiet and a littler dimmer. I figured I just took a really long time, and shut the bathroom door. When I did, I heard somethin' scratch on the door behind me, and I jumped slightly.
I turned to the door, and saw some green slimy shit leaking from underneath. I reached for the handle, but I heard something kind of screech and crunch from behind the door. I just said f*ck it and ran...
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"Man, wish you guys had only gotten that. That shit sucks."
I nodded. My friends and the cops continued to talk, when I heard a tap at the glass. I turned my head, expecting Clay. But what I saw was the girl. I screamed, and everyone turned to look. They saw it, too.
Lt. Harrigan howled at his men to close the drapes, and they did. They all reached for their guns and waited hesitantly. The drapes billowed slightly, and were yanked down by some invisible force, one by one. I reached into my shirt and pulled my necklace out, rubbing my thumb against it protectively. The final drape billowed and stayed billowed, and Lt. Harrigan stepped over and pulled it aside.
There she stood.
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She was in what had to be her death shroud, but she was.. ghostly beautiful. Her eyes were returned, and her hair was normal. But we still screamed, and she returned it. She passed through Harrigan, and he dropped to his feet, retching and puking up blood. Our eyes followed her, and she picked up the remote and turned to the TV. We followed ger gaze, and it came on. There was only static, and then...
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There was Clay, trapped in what looked like a large coffin. He was screaming and pounding on the wood, and he was covered in moss or algae. His hair was wet and slick with the stuff, and he cried and screamed in horror. He looked right at us and screamed for us to help, and the woman.
The scene changed. We saw the crate Clay was trapped in, laying in the basement. It was brightly lit, and there was a strange film of slime all over the floor. It was mossy and vine entangled, just like the outside of the house, and finally, the crate broke apart. Clay lay there, motionless, his chest heaving up and down. Other people were in there with him, live people. They screamed in panic, and Clay lifted his head.
He was swarmed. Small, alien looking bugs swarmed him, and he screamed. The scream was choked off, and the bugs passed close to the camera. They were bizarre.. some were like little walking mouths and little more. Others were like tiny crocodiles with vicious, gleaming fangs. They descended on Clay, and his screams were silenced. The others in the room, fled and screamed. One man ran by the camera and a green rope struck the top of his skull. Alex wailed beside me, and the top of the man's skull was ripped off.
Many fled, and were pounced upon by larger bugs, torn in two with one bite. The bugs swarmed away from Clay's body, and his skin ahd been eaten away. He was still alive and aware, however. His eyes rolled in their sockets and his mouth worked as bugs tore away his teeth and shredded muscle. Then.. the camera panned to Shiela's body.
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She was chained to the wall down there, dead as dead could be. The smile was still on her face, but her eyes were gone. She was naked and mutilated, and the ghost of her near us clawed her own eyes out and sobbed.
The camera moved closer to her, then turned.
The face of Edward Fueller came into full view. It was.. horrible. Terrifying beyond words.
At that moment I glanced around. I was still inside the house, chained against the wall. Shay was chained down, and the torsos crawled all over him, biting and tearing at his skin. Alex was held above the floor by the fat man, the color slowly draining from his face. Preston was in a glass box that filled with slime and those bugs. Lt. Harrigan.. he knelt there, continuially puking, his body seeming to suck into itself as he puked up his own body.
I screamed. A cold hand clamped over my mouth, and the last thing I saw was the horrible face of Edward Fueller.