Chapter Eleven

I am now in a darkened room. This room seems to be from another place. We haven’t been in this room yet in the story. I on the other hand have spent time here. I spent a lot of time here from August of 1999 to January of 2000. Not so much since. The room looks like the walls are stone, maybe. It is very dark. But, I am lying on my tummy on the floor. About five feet from me is a large wooden spool. You know, the kind from construction sites. Around this spool are four chairs. Now this is very important. Pay attention.

The chair all the way to the left is a large, purple velvet throne. The backrest gets more narrow as it goes up. The next chair is a chair that looks like it is from some late 1960’s sitcom. It is green. It has gold paisley’s embroidered into it. The chair sits on four gold spheres. The third chair isn’t a chair at all. It is actually a wooden stool. It looks like it was thrown together by some kid in shop class. And finally the fourth chair is an old rocking chair. Its finish is a wood tone, but almost white.

The room here is so dark that I can’t quite see the back of the room. There must be a doorway back there. Every time I have been in this room I just laid on the floor here. But there has to be some sort of opening in the back of the room. But to what? Shhhh. Do you hear that? There are footsteps. They are getting louder. They must be getting closer. We need to leave. Now.

Chapter Twelve

Blacky walks into the dining room which is on the other side of the entry way from the living room. Gilby, Red and Johnny are standing there. They are talking. Let’s hear what they are saying.

“Hey, guys,” Gilby says. “Doesn’t this house remind you of Psycho or something? If I were ever to make a movie, this house would be bad ass! Don’t you think? Guys?”

No one answers him. The others seem to be a bit annoyed by him right now. I feel sorry for him. So I will answer his questions.

“Actually Gilby,” I say, “only the staircase really looks like the house in Psycho. And I too thought this would be a perfect house to make a movie in. But for now my weird friend, it will have to do for a book.”

After I said this, I made sure that they forgot that they heard it. I thought it would obscure things if they knew of my existence right now. Maybe later. Johnny would like to speak now.

“This is getting out of control. We need to get the shit and get the fuck out of here!”

“All right, Johnny, you check upstairs.” Blacky looks at Red and smiles. He walks over to her and places his hands on her hips. “Me and Red will go check the mattresses.”

Johnny seems upset. “Shit! Can you guys actually look and not just go up there to fuck! The longer we stay here the more fucked up shit is going to get.”

“Fuck you, asshole!” Red says.

“Gilby, you check down here.” Blacky says as he pulls Red out of the room. Red tries to keep eye contact with Johnny though to make sure that he knows who is in charge. But Blacky is dragging her by her arm. So as she flips off Johnny, she smacks her face into the frame of the entry way. Now she just looks like an idiot.

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