Post by Loucifer on Oct 21, 2008 23:47:10 GMT 10
I had the urge to write a story! This is just going to be made up as I go along 
Tricks 'n' Treats
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Let me set the scene for you... I'm a 24 year old woman, I'm relatively responsible - I hold down a steady job, look after my house, etc... so I probably should explain what I'm doing sitting in someone else's dirty basement talking into a voice recorder while dressed as a very unconvincing ghost at 9 o'clock in the morning. Halloween and vast amounts of Jack Daniels can do very weird things to a girl...
So, last night I was out celebrating Halloween. To be perfectly honest with you, it was just another excuse to go out and get drunk. I don't seem to go out as much as I used to (ah, to be 19 again!) and this just seemed like a fun opportunity. The plan was to get dressed up and spend the evening at my friend's house drinking whatever we could lay our hands on. Me, Sarah and Kerry stuck to this plan fairly well until about midnight, when Kerry had a ridiculous idea. She thought it would be hilarious if we all went trick or treating. At any normal time I would have dismissed the idea immediately. I mean, what sane 24 year old goes out trick or treating? But, by this point I was pretty wasted... and pretty much everything seems like a good idea when I'm wasted.
At around 12.30, our pathetic little group of trick or treaters set about their task. We knocked on a couple of doors (only ones where we could tell people were still awake - we're not that stupid) and everyone was really good-natured about it. We were given shots of tequila, a bar of chocolate and invited into someone else's party for a little while. The party was pretty boring since we didn't know anyone, so we soon left... but it was nice to be asked in.
Once we'd stumbled out of the party we noticed that one other house had it's lights on, so we decided we would knock there too. We'd had such good luck so far, who would have thought that anything could go wrong? Since I'm telling you all this, you can assume that something went wrong.
Sarah knocked on the door and a man answered. We could hear voices and music coming from one of the other rooms (it was the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" in case you were interested) and so we assumed he had some company over (as it turns out - we were right!).
"Good evening, ladies. How can I help?" The man's voice was very deep, and very similar to how Patrick Stewart's sounds (that Jean Luc Pickard in case you're a Star Trek Next Gen fan). We all sort of giggled like school children before Kerry led us in a chant of...
"TRICK OR TREAT!?"
"Ah, yes, of course... Halloween. Say, you look a little mature for this sort of thing, why don't you come in and join the party?" The man replied with smile. We all agreed that this was a good idea and followed the man into the house.
The party seemed relatively normal for a while, albeit very civilised. There was wine, nibbles and polite conversation and everyone was very friendly. The living room, where the main part of the party seemed to be, was magnificently decorated. The host (the man who had opened the door and invited us in) had really gone to town with the Halloween decorations, and all of the guests looked amazing. Some of them looked like they belonged on a horror movie set, rather than at a party that was happening in my friend's street. We all mingled and danced and generally had an excellent time. Then, about an hour or so after we arrived, guests started to disappear... including my friend Sarah.
At first, Kerry and I assumed that perhaps she'd got lucky. To be fair, this wasn't the first time that she'd gone MIA at a party - only to be found in a compromising position with some bloke a little while later - so we didn't worry to much. But, by the time there were only a handful of people in the room, we began to suspect that something was up. Yep, something just wasn't quite right about this party.
It was when the host sunk his teeth into the neck of one of the other guests that I really started to panic. I mean, I know it's Halloween, but this is crazy! To begin with I thought it was a trick, a stunt... but when one of the other guests grabbed Kerry by the hair and then proceeded to rip her throat to shreds with their teeth and nails I realised that this was real. Very very real. So, I did what any other self-respecting young woman would do... I ran. I headed for the nearest door and shot through it.
Unfortunately the door led me further into the house. You know in horror movies when the main character always hides from the monster by going upstairs? Well, I always thought they were stupid... but, apparrently it happens to the best of us, as here I was deeper inside enemy terrotory.
I saw another door in front of me and made a grab for the handle. It turns out that it led to the basement... but I didn't care - I just wanted somewhere to hide.
I crept down the wooden stairs, which seemed to creep at every step and prayed that no-one would follow me. I'm not a religious person, but I prayed like a nun on speed. Once I'd reached the floor I looked around for somewhere to hide. The basement was pretty bare, but very dirty, and there wasn't many good hiding places. Eventually I settled for a spot behind a relatively big cardboard box in a corner of the room. It had a pretty good view of the stairs, so that I'd be able to see if anyone was coming... not that I'd be able to do much about it if they did.
After about 3 hours of sitting on the floor, my mobile phone (which, luckily, was on 'silent'), lit up with a call. Kerry's name flashed on the screen along with a photo of her taken at her birthday party last year. It was Kerry! I couldn't believe it, I thought she was dead! (I had, afterall, seen her get her throat ripped open) I pressed the button to answer the call and put the phone to my ear before whispering "Hello?" into the mouthpiece.
"Hi! I'm having a great time here! Why don't you join us again?"
"What do you mean? I saw them hurt you... Was it all a trick?" I replied, somewhat nervously.
"A trick? No, silly! I'm a vampire! Y'know, one of the undead...? A drinker of blood? Why don't you join us? It's fun!"
At that point I hung up the phone. Maybe it was all just a trick, and this was just another part of it.... Maybe I was being an idiot for sitting in the basement on my own? I thought about getting up and returning to the living room, but something in the back of my mind held me back. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So I stayed where I was... and came up with a plan...
I could stay in the basement until the sun came up (afterall, everyone knows that vampires can't stand the sunlight) and that should be at 6am... Then, if there were vampires, they'd all be gone by then... and, if it was all a trick, I'd just say that I'd got really drunk and passed out in the basement. I thought it was a brilliant plan and that thought kept me going all night.
I've just looked at my watch and it's now 9.30 am... I can hear movement upstairs, so I'm guessing there are no vampires about and maybe it's safe to go upstairs again...
Wait.... what was that?
I think someone's trying to open the basement door...
They've got it open, I can see light pouring down the stairs...
It's...
It's the host...
Hold on, I just thought, how do I know that vampires can't survive in sunlight?
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Tricks 'n' Treats
[ START OF RECORDING ]
Let me set the scene for you... I'm a 24 year old woman, I'm relatively responsible - I hold down a steady job, look after my house, etc... so I probably should explain what I'm doing sitting in someone else's dirty basement talking into a voice recorder while dressed as a very unconvincing ghost at 9 o'clock in the morning. Halloween and vast amounts of Jack Daniels can do very weird things to a girl...
So, last night I was out celebrating Halloween. To be perfectly honest with you, it was just another excuse to go out and get drunk. I don't seem to go out as much as I used to (ah, to be 19 again!) and this just seemed like a fun opportunity. The plan was to get dressed up and spend the evening at my friend's house drinking whatever we could lay our hands on. Me, Sarah and Kerry stuck to this plan fairly well until about midnight, when Kerry had a ridiculous idea. She thought it would be hilarious if we all went trick or treating. At any normal time I would have dismissed the idea immediately. I mean, what sane 24 year old goes out trick or treating? But, by this point I was pretty wasted... and pretty much everything seems like a good idea when I'm wasted.
At around 12.30, our pathetic little group of trick or treaters set about their task. We knocked on a couple of doors (only ones where we could tell people were still awake - we're not that stupid) and everyone was really good-natured about it. We were given shots of tequila, a bar of chocolate and invited into someone else's party for a little while. The party was pretty boring since we didn't know anyone, so we soon left... but it was nice to be asked in.
Once we'd stumbled out of the party we noticed that one other house had it's lights on, so we decided we would knock there too. We'd had such good luck so far, who would have thought that anything could go wrong? Since I'm telling you all this, you can assume that something went wrong.
Sarah knocked on the door and a man answered. We could hear voices and music coming from one of the other rooms (it was the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" in case you were interested) and so we assumed he had some company over (as it turns out - we were right!).
"Good evening, ladies. How can I help?" The man's voice was very deep, and very similar to how Patrick Stewart's sounds (that Jean Luc Pickard in case you're a Star Trek Next Gen fan). We all sort of giggled like school children before Kerry led us in a chant of...
"TRICK OR TREAT!?"
"Ah, yes, of course... Halloween. Say, you look a little mature for this sort of thing, why don't you come in and join the party?" The man replied with smile. We all agreed that this was a good idea and followed the man into the house.
The party seemed relatively normal for a while, albeit very civilised. There was wine, nibbles and polite conversation and everyone was very friendly. The living room, where the main part of the party seemed to be, was magnificently decorated. The host (the man who had opened the door and invited us in) had really gone to town with the Halloween decorations, and all of the guests looked amazing. Some of them looked like they belonged on a horror movie set, rather than at a party that was happening in my friend's street. We all mingled and danced and generally had an excellent time. Then, about an hour or so after we arrived, guests started to disappear... including my friend Sarah.
At first, Kerry and I assumed that perhaps she'd got lucky. To be fair, this wasn't the first time that she'd gone MIA at a party - only to be found in a compromising position with some bloke a little while later - so we didn't worry to much. But, by the time there were only a handful of people in the room, we began to suspect that something was up. Yep, something just wasn't quite right about this party.
It was when the host sunk his teeth into the neck of one of the other guests that I really started to panic. I mean, I know it's Halloween, but this is crazy! To begin with I thought it was a trick, a stunt... but when one of the other guests grabbed Kerry by the hair and then proceeded to rip her throat to shreds with their teeth and nails I realised that this was real. Very very real. So, I did what any other self-respecting young woman would do... I ran. I headed for the nearest door and shot through it.
Unfortunately the door led me further into the house. You know in horror movies when the main character always hides from the monster by going upstairs? Well, I always thought they were stupid... but, apparrently it happens to the best of us, as here I was deeper inside enemy terrotory.
I saw another door in front of me and made a grab for the handle. It turns out that it led to the basement... but I didn't care - I just wanted somewhere to hide.
I crept down the wooden stairs, which seemed to creep at every step and prayed that no-one would follow me. I'm not a religious person, but I prayed like a nun on speed. Once I'd reached the floor I looked around for somewhere to hide. The basement was pretty bare, but very dirty, and there wasn't many good hiding places. Eventually I settled for a spot behind a relatively big cardboard box in a corner of the room. It had a pretty good view of the stairs, so that I'd be able to see if anyone was coming... not that I'd be able to do much about it if they did.
After about 3 hours of sitting on the floor, my mobile phone (which, luckily, was on 'silent'), lit up with a call. Kerry's name flashed on the screen along with a photo of her taken at her birthday party last year. It was Kerry! I couldn't believe it, I thought she was dead! (I had, afterall, seen her get her throat ripped open) I pressed the button to answer the call and put the phone to my ear before whispering "Hello?" into the mouthpiece.
"Hi! I'm having a great time here! Why don't you join us again?"
"What do you mean? I saw them hurt you... Was it all a trick?" I replied, somewhat nervously.
"A trick? No, silly! I'm a vampire! Y'know, one of the undead...? A drinker of blood? Why don't you join us? It's fun!"
At that point I hung up the phone. Maybe it was all just a trick, and this was just another part of it.... Maybe I was being an idiot for sitting in the basement on my own? I thought about getting up and returning to the living room, but something in the back of my mind held me back. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So I stayed where I was... and came up with a plan...
I could stay in the basement until the sun came up (afterall, everyone knows that vampires can't stand the sunlight) and that should be at 6am... Then, if there were vampires, they'd all be gone by then... and, if it was all a trick, I'd just say that I'd got really drunk and passed out in the basement. I thought it was a brilliant plan and that thought kept me going all night.
I've just looked at my watch and it's now 9.30 am... I can hear movement upstairs, so I'm guessing there are no vampires about and maybe it's safe to go upstairs again...
Wait.... what was that?
I think someone's trying to open the basement door...
They've got it open, I can see light pouring down the stairs...
It's...
It's the host...
Hold on, I just thought, how do I know that vampires can't survive in sunlight?
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