I wanted to change things up a bit so I thought I'd post some music that I have been listening to lately. Most of it is stuff that I'm not sure has a ton of exposure so I figured this would also serve as a good way to get the word out about several awesome bands. You'll probably recognize a few for varying reasons but don't let that stop you, I'm sure there's something you haven't heard. They range in terms of genre but I think you'll enjoy them regardless. So give them a listen and see if there's another band you can add to your music library.
Seriously, how good is that?
What I'm Watching:
Latest Video:
Crimson Summer - Part One
Part one? What is this sorcery? Don't worry, you didn't miss out on anything if you've been reading along, this is just a collection of the first nine chapters, together as one document. I felt it was appropriate since so many people had been telling me they wanted to know when I had a significant chunk up so that they could start it then. Well, here's your chance.
These first nine chapters are what I consider act one, so I feel it's appropriate to group them as part one. Once part 2 commences, the chapters are much longer, while still sticking to one central character. And I tried to make it as easy as possible to read so I've provided both a PDF and a MOBI file so if you're reading it on your computer, phone or kindle, you should be set.
There's a little questionnaire at the back of the document that I would appreciate you filling out. They're simple questions and you don't have to answer all of them but I would certainly appreciate the feedback.
Crimson Summer - Chapter Nine
Read the rest HERE
“Louie”
"Thank fuck that's over," Louie said, pouring half of
a beer down his throat. All of the counselors, consisting of Marion,
Diane, Keith, Barry, and of course Louie, were gathered around the fire, beers
in hand. Carol was noticeably absent as she rarely joined them at night,
disapproving of their alcohol consumption. It was time for their celebration of
being done with the first day of dealing with campers. The beer somehow
tasted even better than the previous two weeks of late night drinking. Maybe
because now they had a purpose: stress relief. Louie wasn't sure but he popped
open another beer to take part in the increased experience, at least that's
what he told himself. "If I have to deal with one more immature little
shithead, I may just lose it."
"Oh, they're not that bad this year," Marion said and
was probably right, but Louie couldn't resist the urge to argue.
"Yeah, easy for you to say miss 'I pick the best
campers.'" Louie immediately made everyone uncomfortable, like he was one
to do. It was hard to tell if he was joking or being serious, just the way
he liked it.
"You realize I have absolutely no background on eighty
percent of these kids right? And the court-assigned ones I give to our perfect
citizen molder, Carol. So if you get stuck with shit then that's all by
chance. No collusion necessary," Marion stated. Louie could
sense how annoyed she was by the accusation. He was never quite good at
sarcasm.
"Yeah, I know you don't. Just . . . yeah, ignore
me," Louie said.
"Done and done," said Barry, returning from a
pee. Fuckin Barry. Louie didn't
like Barry. Not at all. Barry reminded him of every bully he had ever
encountered in high school. The way he talked, the words he used, his
mannerisms. There was no one that left a worse first impression on him.
Unfortunately, he ended up being perfectly cast in the role, being as big
of a douchebag as his appearance let on. The years had just soured their
relationship further with Barry constantly berating him in front of everyone
else. This time though, Barry followed it with a, "Only messing with
you, Louie."
Louie? What the hell is he playing at? Louie
thought. Barry wasn't one to say he was joking. Because he rarely
was. Let alone the fact that he wasn't calling him 'Louise', a nickname
that only Barry prescribed to.
"Why did the last two weeks have to end?" Diane said,
shaking her fists at the sky. Diane was pretty cool but a little too girly
for Louie's liking. She would often get too drunk and become the "we
need to be friends forever" kind of person. Not that it wasn't cute,
but her lack of contact during the off season made Louie question her honesty
in it. And not to mention that he found it difficult being friends with
those that couldn't hold their own. The multiple nights of getting carried back
to her cabin the last two weeks made it clear which category she fell
into. Still, she was a lot of fun, and Louie still held out hope she'd
drunkenly stumble into his cabin one night. A guy can dream.
"Best part of camp for sure. Makes me feel like a
little kid in a candy shop. The whole camp to ourselves and no kids around,"
said Barry.
"Minus one Carol and you really have yourself a
party," Louie said, Diane and Barry nodding in agreement.
"Oh she's not that bad," Keith proclaimed. Keith
was Louie's cabin-mate, so they knew each other pretty well. Outside of
the occasional beer by the fire, Keith was the definition of health and
fitness. He ran five miles and did yoga every day, keeping a strict diet in the
process. How someone could be that handsome and not bang every hot girl he
came in contact with, Louie would never know. Still, it was a nice change of
pace having someone around that seemed genuinely good.
"Not that bad? Excuse me?!" Marion said, clearly with
loads of ammunition, "She wakes up at 5:00 AM every day. And her
being the loudest person ever when she's getting ready means that I get up at
5:00 AM every day. Then I get to wake up, terrified, as she's
staring directly at me. Every time. So yes, she really is that bad."
"At least you don't have to deal with Mr. Pushups over
there," Louie said, signaling to Keith, "The man does like a thousand
a day --"
"Five hundred," Keith corrected him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, don't mean to be hyperbolic, Mr.
Pushups," Louie snorted, "Regardless, that man sounds like Hulk Hogan
in No Holds Barred when he does pushups, and he wakes his ass up at 6:00 AM to
do them so yeah, I think I feel you."
"Hear that, Keith? You're getting compared to ole
Carol. How you feeling about that, chief?" Diane asked.
"I'm perfectly fine with it. Carol is a pleasant
person. She's just really passionate about her job," said Keith.
"That's putting it lightly," Diane said, taking
another swig of her beer. She was well past the point of hammered. Maybe
tonight.
"Who needs one?" Barry said as he stood up, walking to
the beer filled cooler, "Diane? Louie? Marion?"
Diane and Louie motioned for one while Marion just shook her
head.
"Oh come on, one and done?" Barry questioned her.
"You know I like to smoke more than drink," Marion
said and shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know why you waste your time with that
stuff. Rots your brain." Barry said defiantly.
"You say after you've killed how many brain cells chugging
down that thirty rack?" Marion shot back.
"Are we seriously gonna argue about this, in this day and
age? Put your dunce hat down and chill the fuck out, Barry," Diane
said. The words seemed to have great effect as Barry just sat there,
quietly sipping on his beer. Goddammit, he's into her, Louie
thought, hating Barry a little more. "You've been hanging
around those little kids too much."
"And how is it with our little toddlers?" Marion
asked.
"Hardly toddlers. I think the youngest is nine. I swear
we had more last year. Though there's this little girl Holly and she is
absolutely adorable. Little chubby but always has a big smile on her
face. Oh my god and that giggle. Slay me now. I want to adopt
her." Diane couldn't be more honest if she tried.
"I wish I could be guaranteed a fat daughter," said
Louie, apparently trying to outdo Diane.
"Wait, you want a fat daughter? What on earth would make
you specifically want a fat daughter?" asked Diane, hardly able to control
her laughter, "And I mean that in the health way, not in the superficial
way you're all thinking."
"Are you kidding me? I'd much rather have to take her for
some dialysis appointment than have her getting railed by every guy from here
to California," said Louie.
"People have sex. Deal with it dude," Diane said
as casually as possible. Was that a hint?
"While that may be true, when it comes 'Daddy's little princess',
sex is not to be had. Ever. In the eyes of her father, she will die a
virgin," said Louie.
"Oh yeah, then how would you explain all the pregnancies in
the world?" asked Marion sarcastically.
"Mary."
"Wait you mean of--"
"Of Mary and Joseph. No sex had, yet babies were
made. I'll just make sure she takes that route," Louie said.
"Oh yeah, is this what your dad taught you?" asked
Diane, shaking her head.
"I have three sisters. Where do you think I got this
from? I learn by example, darling." Louie's dad certainly gave him more
than enough reason to actually think this, but it was less an ideal and more a
general thought on the subject. Louie just found it funny.
"I think you're taking more of the learn through fear
route," said Keith, "Always fearing that your hypothetical daughter
is gonna do what's only human nature."
"No, taking the fear route is the Al Rodgers way of living,
am I right?" Louie said, trying to make a joke but without any proceeding
laughter. Shit, these guys can't really be that tense about this. People
even joke about 9/11 now. I probably shouldn't say that.
"Hey, I mean nine --" Louie started, but was quickly
interrupted.
"Louie, you certainly do love sticking your foot in your
mouth don't ya, buddy," said Keith. Charming even when you don't want
him to be.
"What's it been, three years since Julia passed?"
Louie asked.
"Four. It's been four," said Marion. Given her
time spent with Al going over boring business stuff, it would have been more
surprising had she not known. Marion was the go-to for information on the
camp since no one had the time to listen to Carol's hour long explanation.
"Either way, I was making a joke about Al. Not like I
was talking about his dead dau --"
"Louie!" everyone exclaimed. Further putting his
foot in his mouth always seemed to be Louie's specialty.
"Okay, I'm just going to shut up now," Louie said,
settling back into his chair. He had embarrassed himself enough.
"So do you know if Liz did her scary story night?"
asked Barry.
"Oh god, I hope not. The last time that one girl's
parents threatened to sue us for 'allowing them to sleep where such grisly
crimes happened,'" said Marion with a mocking tone, "What a fucking
joke."
Louie remembered that. He thought it was a joke when it was
first mentioned but soon enough a lawyer turned up at the camp, delivering
papers and nearly causing Al to have a heart attack. The family didn't
have much to go on but they were clearly out for money and willing to do
anything to get it. (Un?)Fortunately for Al, he didn't have any money for
them to take so the lawsuit died, but as did Al's passion for the camp. Louie
was glad though, the less Al cared, the more fun could be had.
"Wait, I thought they happened in the house?" asked
Keith, referring to the murders.
"They did. That cabin wasn't even built in '91,"
Marion explained, "Liz just likes to say it happened in that cabin and
make my life a living hell."
"As long as that story stays far away from my campers ears,
Liz can continue living," Diane stated. Louie imagined Liz telling Diane's
group of younger campers the story and the mayhem that it would cause. He
couldn't help but smile thinking about it.
"Oh please in this day and age, I bet that's not anything
big. The Internet has scarier stories than that. Honestly I've never
seen the big deal," Louie reasoned. It was honestly what he believed
too. The way he saw it, murders were such rare occurrences that a repeat was
much less likely given that one had already happened there. Marion once told
him that was just him trying to reason with his fear. He wasn't sure which
he believed. "I feel like that's life though. A series of lessons and
interactions that ultimately lead to an untimely demise."
"Okay, Psych 101. I'd just like to think that not
everyone just up and dies," Diane said.
"Oh so you're one of those immortal sympathizers?"
Marion joked.
"No, I'd just like to think that there's something more at
the end of the tunnel than just suffering. Like, I wanna go out quietly, in my
own bed, in my sleep, at the ripe old age of two hundred -- shut up, we'll be
advanced enough by then -- and not to mention with a dozen grandchildren
filling my house."
"Wait, so in this scenario do the grandchildren all live
with you or are they there for like a party?" Marion asked
"Yeah, like celebrating your death?" said Louie.
"I think it's usually called celebrating life." Keith
clarified.
"I know what I said."
"They can't really be that great of grandchildren if
they're celebrating your death like that. Who's going to watch them now? Is
this a Lord of the Flies scenario?" Marion continued.
"You guys suck. They would be there because they would
want to be around their sweet grandmother while she's dying," Diane
reasoned but the others just wouldn't let up.
"You know, I've heard no mention of their parents. So are
they dead in this scenario? Is that why you only have grandchildren at your
house?"
"Are you trying to be a makeshift foster care?" Louie
asked.
"Wait, did you kill your children and take their children because you secretly hate
adults and only want to be around children?" Marion would let up.
"So she's just going to kill her grandchildren and take
their children when they have them?"
"Don't be silly . . . she'll be long dead by then,"
"I hate you all," Diane pouted.
This was a pretty common occurrence in the group, going off on
long tangents of nonsense for the sake of a good time. Diane was usually
the brunt of it, but she often brought it upon herself, what with her oddly
Stepford Wife way of thinking.
"I get what you mean though," said Marion, trying to
save the conversation, "No one wants to go out in some horrific, painful
way. That sounds terrible. But the likelihood of one happening above the
other? Yeah, I'd bet I’m much more likely to die in a car crash than die
peacefully in my sleep."
"That's just being pessimistic," Diane said, shaking
her head.
"Or maybe you're just being too optimistic," Barry
finally chimed in, but not really adding much to the conversation. Fuckin
Barry.
"If wanting to die in my sleep is being optimistic then the
world is a sad place." Diane certainly wasn't wrong.
"Hell, if you're just wanting to die in your sleep, I've
got a pretty stiff pillow and I've seen enough Cuckoo's Nest to know the
technique," Marion joked. She proceeded to put her hands up, holding
an imaginary pillow and pushing it towards Diane, who acted like she was
suffocating. She stopped suddenly and cocked her head to one side,
genuinely curious.
"Wait, does that make me Jack Nicholson? Because I can
totally deal with that."
"It also makes you brain dead," stated Keith.
"Worth it. I'm now a badass." Louie could have sworn
Diane shot him a seductive look after saying this, but he couldn't be
sure. The lack of blood rushing to his head and heading elsewhere was at a
peak. Or maybe that was for a different reason.
"I've got to go drain the lizard," said Louie.
The moon was out in full force so it illuminated most of the
walk away from the fire towards the woods. Trying to get far enough away
that the others couldn't hear his stream, he stopped at the tree-line,
satisfied with the distance. It was hard to see too far into the woods buts
still, he took a quick peek to make sure no one was there. Last thing he
needed was a camper saying he had exposed himself to them. He unzipped his
pants and relief washed over him. He had been holding that in for too long
considering he had drained a six pack without breaking the pee seal. It
was long overdue.
He could hear the others back at the fire laughing and hollering
something. It must have been Barry being
an idiot, only he would make such a mongoloid noise. Otherwise the
night was oddly quiet and Louie couldn't believe how much he enjoyed it. He
knew that some of the people at the camp didn't want to be there but getting
the opportunity to be out at a lake for two months during the summer? It
didn't get much better than that.
He leaned his head back, taking a deep breath of the fresh air
and looked up at the stars. They were so bright tonight. So
beautiful.
A twig snapped from what seemed like just feet away and Louie
was quickly drawn out of his daze. He swiftly finished up peeing and
zipped his pants back up. His eyes scanned the forest, trying to see if there was
a deer or something nearby. No matter how much he squinted, it was nearly
impossible to see more than fifteen feet given the thick coverage of the trees.
He leaned against the tree he had been peeing next to and peered deep into the
forest.
"Hello?" Louie said and immediately regretted. Great,
now you're going to get murdered by a psycho axe-man. He quickly
retreated away from the tree-line, the hairs on the back of his neck standing
up. He didn't like this. He had seen far too many horror movies and
drank far too much beer to not be paranoid. And he knew he shouldn't have
smoked that joint. Diane once told him that the paranoia would die down but
Louie wasn't sure if Diane realized how much his brother had tortured him with
scary movies. He didn't trust the dark.
Deciding that he'd had enough of the woods scaring him, he
retreated back towards the fire, glancing over his shoulder as he did. What
the hell? Louie thought as he saw something move behind the tree where
he was standing. Did he just see that? Did that really happen? No, must
have just been his eyes playing tricks on him. He returned to the fire,
still unsure of the movement in the woods.
*****************
Louie sat back down with the others at the fire and a figure in the tree-line
continued to watch him. To watch all of them.
Time to get started.
BOOK REVIEW: Best in the World by Chris Jericho
Best in the World: At What I Have No Idea
by
Chris Jericho
I'm certainly not an
avid book reader (just look at the sidebar and notice that Feast for Crows may
never actually get crossed out) but when it comes to auto-biographies, I can
fly through them. Especially when they
just so happened to be written by one of my favorite wrestling personalities of
all time: Chris Jericho.
I had read Jericho's
previous books (A Lion's Tale and Undisputed) in about two weeks total, so I
was expecting to fly through this rather quickly. And I did.
I read all of 'Best in the World' in about three long reading sessions
and enjoyed almost all of it. I think
that the biggest problem with the book is that Jericho seems to think we don't
want to hear about what he already went over in the last books: the
wrestling. Sure, there's plenty of
wrestling stories in the 226 page duration but they often just get glossed
over. He spends more time talking about
meeting Metallica backstage than his exit from the company in 2010 (something I
was quite interested in since I attended the Raw that ended up being his last
match in that run).
I'll never tire of
hearing stories about Vince McMahon and Jericho has those in spades. From the time that Kofi Kingston fought
McMahon on the private jet, to hearing how upset Vince gets when someone bleeds
on Television, it's all wonderfully fun and opens up a different view of who
has otherwise been presented as a scary authority figure. Don't worry though, he's still that. And Jericho clearly is both gun shy and
respectful of him. It's an interesting
dynamic that provides endless entertainment throughout the book, particularly
Vince's text messages.
Being a CM Punk fan,
it was particularly enjoyable to hear Jericho discuss their 2011 feud, which
culminated in a tremendous Mania match at XXVIII. Hearing that the original plan called for
Jericho to tattoo Punk in the ring was both insightful and disappointing, given
that they ultimately went with the less-than-stellar family history of alcohol
abuse. Ugh. Don't even remind me of that stupid
storyline.
Jericho can
certainly get a bit full of himself at times -- In fact, most of the beginning
concerns a Middle East tour that he makes out to be some kind of war movie --
but he still makes for an entertaining narrator. Even if it means having to how brave and
badass the WWE crew was for getting booked in one of the most dangerous places
in the Middle East during war time. We
get it. Now tell us what rib Malenko
pulled while on the tour.
I think that my main
problem with the music sections is that most of it comes off as braggy. He's constantly name dropping, even when it
doesn't really feel relevant to the story.
It's hard to tell whether he's doing this intentionally or if this is
really just how his life works and he's oblivious to how he sounds repeating it
but it definitely makes for less grounded writing.
I'd be lying if I
said I wasn't a little disappointed but that's mainly due to my own
expectations. I'm a wrestling fan so I
wanted wrestling insight and awesome stories and while that does exist within
this book, it's not the meat and bones of the content. Regardless, I'm still really looking forward
to whenever Jericho does his fourth book.
I just hope that it can be as insightful as the first while still
providing that unique Jericho charm.
Crimson Summer - Chapter Eight
Get caught up on the rest of Crimson Summer here
“Sally”
Getting
corralled into the cabin she'd be spending the next month in wasn't exactly a
pleasant experience for Sally but she made do. It was a madhouse the moment all
the girls walked in and realized all the beds varied drastically in quality. All
at once they sprinted, trying to find a bed that wouldn't squeak or leave lumps
in their backs. Sally stood near the rear, not really caring much about which
bed she got. She just wanted her stuff. They had taken it earlier and Sally
didn't like the idea of it being handled without her permission. Her counselor
Marion stood at the back, laughing at the sight of the girls going crazy over
the beds.
"Hold
up," said Marion, raising her hands to get everyone's attention,
"Your stuff has been placed at the assigned bed. Yeah. So, Nancy, you can
get off Alice's bed any day now."
Sally looked over at the twins, seeing
the brunette dressed in pink jump off the bed, pouting as she did. She wasn't
too happy about losing her prime spot.
"Why
the hell are we assigned beds? This is stupid," the pink-wearing Belar
twin said.
"Alice
is right, we've never been assigned beds before. This is dumb," the
green-wearing Belar twin said, as if she had to affirm her sister's
statement.
"Did
you not see what just happened?" said Marion sternly.
"You
could have avoided that by telling us before we got into the cabin and just
assumed," snapped Alice.
"And
miss out on you pouting like someone half your age? Never. It's too
adorable," Marion said, smiling wide.
"You
suck," said Nancy. This seemed more like usual procedure between them rather
than any animosity, or at least from what Sally could tell.
"No,
I just really like seeing your sister pout since it's just so gosh darn cute. But
since she's not a big baby, I just have to settle for you," Marion said,
acting like she was going to pinch Nancy's cheeks.
"I
really hate you sometimes," Nancy said through gritted teeth.
"Oh
I know you do. And again, it's adorable," said Marion, hugging Nancy. What
an odd relationship, Sally thought as she found the bed that housed her
luggage.
Sally
had packed light for the month, with simple short and shirt combo's for every
day. The website said they had free laundry so she was going to be sure to take
advantage of that.
Liz's
bed was next to her own, a fact Sally was happy about. Liz seemed like a cool
girl from what she had gathered. Plus she was friendly with that cute boy
Chase. Sally had been waiting for a moment to spark up conversation with her
but Liz hadn't really left Marion's side. Now was perfect.
"So
I take it you've been coming here a while?" Sally asked Liz.
"Oh
yeah. Years and years. Camp veteran. All that jazz. No worries, not a suck-up
though. Marion is just really cool. Total hippie," said Liz like a she was
in severe need of some Ritalin.
Sally
looked over at Marion who was helping one of the girls flip her mattress,
revealing a nasty stain on the other side and ultimately leaving it as it was. She
certainly looked like she'd be fun to hang out with but still, she was the head
counselor. Sally had her doubts. Just as she had doubts about the laundry after
seeing just how much Liz had packed.
"How's
the laundry here?" Sally asked.
"You're
kidding right?" said Liz, laughing as she did.
"That's
not a good sign," said Sally, already regretting not packing more. She could practically hear her mother saying
'I told you so.'
"Unless
you enjoy having your clothes come out dirtier than when they went in. Because
then you'll be in heaven," Liz joked.
"Great
. . ." Sally wasn't sure what she was going to do once she ran out of
clothes, but she quickly decided that would be a problem for future Sally to
sort out.
"Okay
ladies, I'm leaving you to it. My cabin is right next door so if you need
anything go there. If I'm not there, Carol will be and she will be more than
happy to answer every question you may have . . . and probably some that you
didn't even ask. All the lights go off at 11pm. No exceptions. Except if
there's a cute boy just dying to get in your pants. Kidding. The entire camp is
on a timer and errrthang shuts off at 11 outside of the main office. You're
gonna need all the beauty sleep you can get. Depending on who your counselor
is, you may be in for a super fun day or a super . . . not so fun day. Good
night my sweet princesses," Marion said, closing the door behind her. Sally
could see what Liz was talking about; Marion was pretty great.
The
twins had begun arguing at the other side of the cabin, still annoyed that they
didn't have the beds that they wanted. Sally was quickly reminded of why she
always got along more with boys than with girls. The shrill voices and pompous
demeanor made her crave something more down to earth. These girls were
absolutely crazy.
"Fine,
bitch. Can't wait to see what this cabin looks like with Alice colored paint. Wonder
how crimson it'll be? Think it'll be more like a movie theater or more like an
opera house?" said Nancy, angrily.
"Oh
please, like I'd miss out on camping to get deflowered by one of the boys from
this camp," Alice shot back. What on earth was she talking about? Sally thought, looking over at the
other girls, trying to gauge if she was the only one left in the dark.
"What
are you talking about?" said Samantha, as if she were reading Sally's
mind.
"Oooh!
I want to tell it!" Alice shouted.
"You?
You can't tell a story to save your life. Liz is so much better," said
Nancy who then leaned in towards her sister, "Don’t you remember that
girl? What was her name? Sandy? Betty? -- I don't know, doesn't matter -- She
got her parents to come pick her up the next day all because of Liz's story. Fucking
genius. That girl was a bitch anyway."
"Bullshit,"
said Brenda, a stout Mexican girl with an attitude.
Liz
cracked her fingers, drawing all of the attention towards her.
"Didn't
you notice how . . . off Al seemed once that guy mentioned '91? See, this was
before Al was even running the place. He was just another counselor. His dad,
Abe, was still holding onto the family business. Didn't think that Al was
mature enough to run it yet," said Liz.
"How
could you possibly know that?" asked Brenda, not believing a word coming
out of Liz's mouth.
"Are
you going to let her tell the fucking story?" the Belar twins sounded off
in unison. Brenda sat back, rolling her eyes yet still silent, part of her wanting
to hear more of the story.
"As
I was saying, Abe was still holding firmly onto the family business and Al was
a counselor -- not even head counselor, mind you -- and that didn't sit well
with Al. Not one bit. So much so that he can hardly even take it anymore and Al
decides that he's going to go down by the lake on the last day of camp and end
it all. Shoot his own brains out with his dad's .22. He had the suicide note
written and everything. Stole the gun out of his father's desk; even cleaned it
to make sure it wouldn't jam. He did everything he needed to prepare, now with
only one final step remaining. But all of that changed with a single blood
curdling scream. It interrupted him just moments before pulling the trigger. His
first reaction was to protect the campers so he ran to the cabins, stumbling
and falling as he did; Al was never the most agile. Once he came to the cabin,
he couldn't figure out what was wrong. It looked as quiet as ever. Everyone was
out camping for the final night and the cabins were empty. Or so he thought.
"A
shadow moved across one of the cabins and he went to investigate. He wasn't
prepared for what he'd see upon opening that cabin's door. The entire room was
covered in blood. Two campers lay dead, bits and pieces of them all over the
room. The sight was too much to handle and Al fainted. Right there in the
doorway. They say this is the only thing that saved his life. For there was
another person in that cabin. The one that killed the two campers. When Al
awoke, all he saw were police sirens and some disembodied voice telling him his
father was dead."
"Wait,
are you trying to say that Abe fucked one of the campers?" interrupted
Mary-Ann, the girl with too much cleavage.
"What?
No! What the hell is the matter with you? Let me finish the story. You see, the
killer passed up on killing Al because it wasn't necessary --"
"Wait,
who's the killer, did we already get to that part of the story?" Samantha
blurted out.
"Okay,
maybe I need to describe how storytelling works to you folks but sometimes
leaving out certain details and then revealing them at another time is to
greaten the effect," Liz tried to calmly explain.
"I
just thought you forgot . . ." Samantha said with an edge.
"Holy
fuck," Liz said to herself, then turned to Alice, "Go right
ahead."
Before
Alice can even get a word out, her sister's hand was to Alice's lips, keeping
her quiet, and urging Liz to finish the story. Sally agreed, along with most of
the other girls. Liz was much more of a natural storyteller than the girl who
just earlier told of the awkward time she got fingered in the back of her grand-parents
car.
"Okay,
are we done? Can I do this," said Liz, looking at the others for any
objections, "Okay then, where was I? Oh yeah, so this had just been a fit
of -- god dammit. You know what?" Liz had enough of the whispering and eye
rolling from Samantha and Mary-Ann. Thank god too, because Sally just about had
enough of them too.
"Fuck
it, the killer was a camper who caught his girlfriend having sex with another one
of the campers. Boom!" Liz said, annoyed at having to rush through her
story but satisfied by the widespread disappointment.
"Awww,"
the Belar twins echoed each other's sentiments.
"Shut
up, you two have heard this story a million times," Brenda spat back. So much for her not caring about the story.
"Doesn't
mean we can't appreciate it," the girls said together. It was odd just how
in sync these two were. Sally had never been around twins and, while these
girls certainly were an odd example, they seemed to fit every stereotype she
knew growing up.
"Wait,
so how did Al's dad die?" asked Brenda, on the absolute edge of her bed.
"He
took an axe to the face when he went to investigate a strange noise." Liz commanded the room with every word she
spoke.
"You'd
think running a summer camp, he'd be a little more up on his horror movie clichés,"
Nancy said.
"You'd
think so but how many times have you investigated an odd noise, just to find
nothing there. Well what if something was there? Hell even if you were smart
enough to bring a bat, would it really make that much of a difference? An axe
wielding psychopath is still an axe wielding psychopath."
It
scared Sally just how right Liz was. In that situation there wasn't much anyone
could do. Would a gun have helped? What about the gun Al had taken from his
father? Would Abe have had that had it not been for his son. Sally could
vividly remember the times she heard a strange noise while babysitting and
immediately took care of it. How vulnerable was she being without even
realizing it. She suddenly felt a little more sympathy for the idiots in horror
movies.
"Was
it in the main office? Is that why that big window's broken?" asked
Samantha.
"No,
you can thank 'Wild Thing' over there for that," Alice said, pointing at
her sister.
"You
should have caught that ball," Nancy said.
"You
should have thrown it better."
"Okay
wonder twins, deactivate," Liz settled them down, "Like Alice said,
the window wasn't from that. No, this happened at the house."
"The
house? What house?" Sally asked. She
hadn't really thought about other houses being around the lake, she had just
assumed the camp owned the entire area.
"Just
because we're told not to venture off into the woods, doesn't mean that area
doesn't exist, dumbass," Alice said and Sally's eyes went to the floor.
"The
house is where the Shepards used to live. Al grew up there actually. But he hasn't
stepped foot in it since. He absolutely refuses to. That's why there's all
those 'Trespassers will be shot' signs on the west side of camp."
"Not
like it works though. You remember that sick party the boys threw in there last
summer?" said Nancy.
"Yeah,
and I remember you getting boned in the upstairs bathroom by Darren
Matthews. Uck," Alice gagged.
"Whatever.
He was sweet."
"So
is that it?" Brenda asked, "Is that all the resolution we're
getting."
"They
cleaned everything up. Al took over the camp. We're here now. End of story.
It's not a real complex one," Liz said and glanced down at her watch.
"Thanks
for the wisdom," said Mary-Ann, rolling her eyes.
"You
want real wisdom?" Liz asked, tucking her bottom half into the covers,
"Just try not to bring any boys back here. Best wisdom I can give
you."
"Thanks
for the parental advice, mom," said Mary-Ann, clearly not taking to the
advice since this seemed to interfere with her plans to hook up with every cute
boy in the camp. At least that's what Sally assumed based on how much she put
her boobs on display.
"Hey
I'm just looking out for you. No one wants to lose their v card in the cabin
where a double homicide happened. Okay. G'night!" Liz said abruptly.
What
was she talking about? The campers were . . . murdered here? In this cabin?
Before Sally even had time to ask, the
lights turned off, leaving the room in pitch black. She had one thought on her
mind: When could she go and investigate the house?
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