jersey_tickler
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Zachary Kidman carried his luggage up the steps to the Westchester Mansion. He was twenty one years old, thin, clean cut and handsome. Zachary, or Zach as he liked to be called also had short brown hair and stood about 5”9”. Today, he was dressed in khaki pants and a blue button downed shirt with brown dress shoes. He and his friend, Catherine Osborne were going to be care-taking the mansion, due to the fact that the place was vacant because the owner had died. Therefore until the house got sold to new owners, it was going to be taken care of until it did. That and they were being paid good money too, which wasn’t bad for a couple of minimum wage college kids. They were each being paid two thousand dollars a month, getting a monthly salary instead of a hourly wage. His friend Catherine, nicknamed Cat, was trailing behind carrying her luggage as well, which was mainly filled with books as she was an avid reader. Zach, he was a film buff, and he had plenty of DVDs that he had recently purchased off Ebay. And in mint condition as well. He found it humorous that his DVDs were feather weight compared to Cat’s.
Cat huffed and puffed as she trekked up the steps. She was 5”4”, dark haired and almost as thin as Zach, but not fat. Cat wore a Green Day sweatshirt, black jeans, and her Converse All Stars. This job was the best thing that could happen to her at this juncture in her life.
Zachary: Cat, you are aware that this place has a library, are you not?
Cat: No shit, Sherlock, but I’m sure it’s a little outdated.
Zachary: So what, it might be good for you to read some old books for a change.
Cat: Hell no, if there’s anything older than Stephen King, then I’m not interested.
Zachary: Duly noted, now come on, keep up will ya?
Cat: Bite me, Metro.
Zach grinned, he liked the nicknames Cat threw at him.
Once they got inside, the current cartaker met them in the hallway. A middle aged woman, named Janet Hendricks. She had strawberry blonde hair, and was medium built.
Janet: Okay kids, if you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your rooms.
Zach: Sure, that’d be great.
Cat: Yeah, great, more stairs.
They went up two floors of stairs, and followed Janet closely.
Janet: Now this is a fairly easy job, all you have to do is maintain the staff which are on a sheet next to the phone downstairs. It’s a babysitting job, with the house being the child. Just watch T.V., catch up on your studies, enjoy the billiard room, and the patio outside if you wish. And if you ever have any problems, just call my daughter, Dana who is a local realtor and she knows how to manage houses. Do you have any questions?
The two kids shook their heads.
Chapter One: Bad Dreams and Pie
Cat awoke from her slumber and sat right up in her bed. The young girl had a nightmare and was quite shook up. Sliding off the bed, she found her slippers and placed her feet into them. Then she put on her purple robe and walked downstairs to the kitchen. When she pushed open the twin doors, she noticed Zach sitting at the table, eating a piece of banana cream pie.
Cat: You’re up, late.
Zach: Likewise, oh and nice slippers by the way.
Cat smirked, as her slippers had Sigmund Freud on them. It was a mock present from her Secret Santa when she worked at Barnes and Noble. Cat knew of his work, and thought that he was nothing more than a dirty old man with critical acclaim.
Cat: Thanks. It’s pretty ironic that they make Freud slippers, being that he had a foot fetish and all.
Zach: Really, I did not know that, good for Freud.
Cat: Got any more of that pie?
Zach: In the fridge, there’s plenty of desserts in there. I guess the owner had a bit of a sweet tooth.
Cat: I guess so.
Cat helped herself to the pie and joined Zach at the table.
Cat: Did they say how he died?
Zach: Not really, only that he had become a recluse the last few months and never came out of the house after raiding the stock shelves at Sam’s Club and buying a year’s supply of food. I mean, I know he was a screenwriter and all, but damn. Anyway, I guess he had become so paranoid that someone was after him, that he had a mild heart attack and fell down the stairs, breaking his neck in the process.
Cat: That’s awful, poor old man.
Zach: Yeah, they said he was a nice guy, but didn’t have a close family aside from his staff that he sent on a six month vacation. Nobody knows why he did that, but it’s an unsolved mystery now.
(finishing his pie)
So, is everything okay, just can’t sleep?
Cat: No, I could sleep okay, but I had a nightmare and it freaked me out. I was dreaming that some dark figure was chasing me and almost got me a couple of times. But I pulled away and lost my shirt in the process. Then I climbed up this ladder and he tried to pull me down but only succeeded in getting my shoes. Then he grabbed again and my socks were next. I was barefoot, practically topless and shivering as I hung there trying to escape this awful creature’s clutches.
Zach: Well, it could’ve been worse, you could’ve ended up naked.
Cat: Yeah, I bet you’d like to see that, wouldn’t you horny boy?
Zach: Bitch please, if I want to see a naked woman, I’ll phone a call girl.
Cat: Sure, that’ll be the day.
The two talked some more until they felt tired and then parted ways to return to bed.
Chapter Two: Halloween Eve
Zach walked from his bedroom after dressing from his shower. He wore a green sweater, blue baggy jeans, his green socks, and a pair of brown leather shoes. Then he walked downstairs to the living area, and popped in a DVD. The film he was going to watch was a 1974 film called Death Wish, starring Charles Bronson and Vincent Gardena. It was a great cult classic about a man who goes on a vigilante rampage after his wife is killed and daughter is raped by muggers.
Then Cat came down the stairs, wearing a black cotton jacket, purple tee shirt underneath, black pants, and a pair of ankle boots. Her hair was in a ponytail and she decided to wear her glasses instead of contact lenses for today. Noticing Zach was watching a movie, or film as he called them, she wandered over to see which film it was.
Cat: Who’s that?
Zach: That’s Charles Bronson, he was one of the original tough guys in cinema. He was a good shot, he only killed bad guys, and he had a take no shit kind of attitude.
Cat: I’ve never seen any of his movies, what else has he done?
Zach: He did The Great Escape with Steve McQueen and James Garner. He did Ten To Midnight, Murphy’s Law, The Evil That Men Do, Forbidden Subjects, The Mechanic.
Cat: Okay, I’ve never heard of any of those flicks.
Zach: Well, that’s because only film buffs like me know about them. Hell, these movies all rule.
Cat: He’s sorta cute, but I don’t see any sexy appeal.
Zach: Hey, Death Wish is a great movie about vigilantism. If the streets had guys like Bronson cleaning up the streets by shooting muggers, the world would be a better place and the cops wouldn’t have to work double shifts.
Cat: True, but what’s the point of having laws if one man goes and breaks them.
Zach: Because they gave up the right to be protected by those laws after raping, killing, and mugging people. Then of course, you have the bleeding heart liberals, who just have to preach about how the poor guy needs to be corrected in a nuthouse where he can learn to be a good boy again. Ha, Bronson proved that theory when he disguised himself as a doctor in Death Wish II, so he could kill the man who murdered his daughter.
Cat: Great, now that you gave away the ending for the second movie, I guess I don’t have to watch it, but I will sit through this one with you. But only this one, savy?
Zach: Duly noted, now shut up pay attention, you’re missing important plot points.
Cat rolled her eyes and joined Zach on the couch. He could be so cute sometimes, but other times she just wanted to pounce on him and tickle until he cried like a baby.
Meanwhile down in the cellar….
A group of shadowy figures moved through a secret portal through a trap door. There were twenty of them, and they murmured amongst themselves.
Tonight is the night, Halloween, the night of Sam Hain.
Indeed, and the festival will begin tonight.
Yes, and we shall have our fun!
That, and we shall make those two kids our entertainment of the evening.
I saw them through the peephole upstairs, they look like they need some costumes.
Costumes, how can they not be wearing costumes, have they no respect.
Well, we shall teach them respect tonight, and dress them up if they do not partake in wearing costumes. And then their laughter shall appaise the lord of the dead, for laughter is the key to all our souls!
Ha ha, pun intended!
Shut up, Wolfy, now listen up, here is the plan…..
Cat huffed and puffed as she trekked up the steps. She was 5”4”, dark haired and almost as thin as Zach, but not fat. Cat wore a Green Day sweatshirt, black jeans, and her Converse All Stars. This job was the best thing that could happen to her at this juncture in her life.
Zachary: Cat, you are aware that this place has a library, are you not?
Cat: No shit, Sherlock, but I’m sure it’s a little outdated.
Zachary: So what, it might be good for you to read some old books for a change.
Cat: Hell no, if there’s anything older than Stephen King, then I’m not interested.
Zachary: Duly noted, now come on, keep up will ya?
Cat: Bite me, Metro.
Zach grinned, he liked the nicknames Cat threw at him.
Once they got inside, the current cartaker met them in the hallway. A middle aged woman, named Janet Hendricks. She had strawberry blonde hair, and was medium built.
Janet: Okay kids, if you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your rooms.
Zach: Sure, that’d be great.
Cat: Yeah, great, more stairs.
They went up two floors of stairs, and followed Janet closely.
Janet: Now this is a fairly easy job, all you have to do is maintain the staff which are on a sheet next to the phone downstairs. It’s a babysitting job, with the house being the child. Just watch T.V., catch up on your studies, enjoy the billiard room, and the patio outside if you wish. And if you ever have any problems, just call my daughter, Dana who is a local realtor and she knows how to manage houses. Do you have any questions?
The two kids shook their heads.
Chapter One: Bad Dreams and Pie
Cat awoke from her slumber and sat right up in her bed. The young girl had a nightmare and was quite shook up. Sliding off the bed, she found her slippers and placed her feet into them. Then she put on her purple robe and walked downstairs to the kitchen. When she pushed open the twin doors, she noticed Zach sitting at the table, eating a piece of banana cream pie.
Cat: You’re up, late.
Zach: Likewise, oh and nice slippers by the way.
Cat smirked, as her slippers had Sigmund Freud on them. It was a mock present from her Secret Santa when she worked at Barnes and Noble. Cat knew of his work, and thought that he was nothing more than a dirty old man with critical acclaim.
Cat: Thanks. It’s pretty ironic that they make Freud slippers, being that he had a foot fetish and all.
Zach: Really, I did not know that, good for Freud.
Cat: Got any more of that pie?
Zach: In the fridge, there’s plenty of desserts in there. I guess the owner had a bit of a sweet tooth.
Cat: I guess so.
Cat helped herself to the pie and joined Zach at the table.
Cat: Did they say how he died?
Zach: Not really, only that he had become a recluse the last few months and never came out of the house after raiding the stock shelves at Sam’s Club and buying a year’s supply of food. I mean, I know he was a screenwriter and all, but damn. Anyway, I guess he had become so paranoid that someone was after him, that he had a mild heart attack and fell down the stairs, breaking his neck in the process.
Cat: That’s awful, poor old man.
Zach: Yeah, they said he was a nice guy, but didn’t have a close family aside from his staff that he sent on a six month vacation. Nobody knows why he did that, but it’s an unsolved mystery now.
(finishing his pie)
So, is everything okay, just can’t sleep?
Cat: No, I could sleep okay, but I had a nightmare and it freaked me out. I was dreaming that some dark figure was chasing me and almost got me a couple of times. But I pulled away and lost my shirt in the process. Then I climbed up this ladder and he tried to pull me down but only succeeded in getting my shoes. Then he grabbed again and my socks were next. I was barefoot, practically topless and shivering as I hung there trying to escape this awful creature’s clutches.
Zach: Well, it could’ve been worse, you could’ve ended up naked.
Cat: Yeah, I bet you’d like to see that, wouldn’t you horny boy?
Zach: Bitch please, if I want to see a naked woman, I’ll phone a call girl.
Cat: Sure, that’ll be the day.
The two talked some more until they felt tired and then parted ways to return to bed.
Chapter Two: Halloween Eve
Zach walked from his bedroom after dressing from his shower. He wore a green sweater, blue baggy jeans, his green socks, and a pair of brown leather shoes. Then he walked downstairs to the living area, and popped in a DVD. The film he was going to watch was a 1974 film called Death Wish, starring Charles Bronson and Vincent Gardena. It was a great cult classic about a man who goes on a vigilante rampage after his wife is killed and daughter is raped by muggers.
Then Cat came down the stairs, wearing a black cotton jacket, purple tee shirt underneath, black pants, and a pair of ankle boots. Her hair was in a ponytail and she decided to wear her glasses instead of contact lenses for today. Noticing Zach was watching a movie, or film as he called them, she wandered over to see which film it was.
Cat: Who’s that?
Zach: That’s Charles Bronson, he was one of the original tough guys in cinema. He was a good shot, he only killed bad guys, and he had a take no shit kind of attitude.
Cat: I’ve never seen any of his movies, what else has he done?
Zach: He did The Great Escape with Steve McQueen and James Garner. He did Ten To Midnight, Murphy’s Law, The Evil That Men Do, Forbidden Subjects, The Mechanic.
Cat: Okay, I’ve never heard of any of those flicks.
Zach: Well, that’s because only film buffs like me know about them. Hell, these movies all rule.
Cat: He’s sorta cute, but I don’t see any sexy appeal.
Zach: Hey, Death Wish is a great movie about vigilantism. If the streets had guys like Bronson cleaning up the streets by shooting muggers, the world would be a better place and the cops wouldn’t have to work double shifts.
Cat: True, but what’s the point of having laws if one man goes and breaks them.
Zach: Because they gave up the right to be protected by those laws after raping, killing, and mugging people. Then of course, you have the bleeding heart liberals, who just have to preach about how the poor guy needs to be corrected in a nuthouse where he can learn to be a good boy again. Ha, Bronson proved that theory when he disguised himself as a doctor in Death Wish II, so he could kill the man who murdered his daughter.
Cat: Great, now that you gave away the ending for the second movie, I guess I don’t have to watch it, but I will sit through this one with you. But only this one, savy?
Zach: Duly noted, now shut up pay attention, you’re missing important plot points.
Cat rolled her eyes and joined Zach on the couch. He could be so cute sometimes, but other times she just wanted to pounce on him and tickle until he cried like a baby.
Meanwhile down in the cellar….
A group of shadowy figures moved through a secret portal through a trap door. There were twenty of them, and they murmured amongst themselves.
Tonight is the night, Halloween, the night of Sam Hain.
Indeed, and the festival will begin tonight.
Yes, and we shall have our fun!
That, and we shall make those two kids our entertainment of the evening.
I saw them through the peephole upstairs, they look like they need some costumes.
Costumes, how can they not be wearing costumes, have they no respect.
Well, we shall teach them respect tonight, and dress them up if they do not partake in wearing costumes. And then their laughter shall appaise the lord of the dead, for laughter is the key to all our souls!
Ha ha, pun intended!
Shut up, Wolfy, now listen up, here is the plan…..
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