Thursday, June 16, 2005
Death Of a Social Butterfly
The boys gasped at each other, hearing the squeals below the floorboards.
They ran towards the back of the "Diff'rent Strokes" exhibit, knocking over a small Gary Coleman wax replica, erupting a warbled "Whatchoo talkin' bout Willis?" from the figure's damaged voicebox.
Jason and Chris found a hidden door behind a plant, kicked it open in a moment of heroism, and ran down some dimly lit stairs.
They followed the sounds of the heiress' sobs and came upon a candlelit room. There the Barbie-doll lay limp, in a chair with belts tightened around her slim wrists, ankles, and neck.
Her dark circled eyes were opened wide in horror and frozen there.
She lay dead before the boys.
They looked at one another, then back at her. There was some shuffling coming back into the room.
Both boys skittered behind a large rusty steel saw and hid.
A large figure entered, shuffling it's tree trunk legs and wearing a splattered tunic.
The boys squinted toward the dimly lit intruder, sweat stinging their eyes.
The figure was grunting and whimpering to itself as it came upon the lifeless body of the heiress. It blocked the view of the body and began doing something to Paris that made her legs and arms shake violently.
Jason let out a gulp and looked at Chris.
Chris looked down at his crotch as a stream of urine trickled down his leg and out from behind the saw. He was scared pissless. The stream ran out and then down into a nearby grate, creating a tiny tinkling sound.
The large thing halted its work, stiffened up, and slowly turned towards the sound. It then cocked it's head to the side and started to walk towards the two friends.
They still couldn't make out the features of their stalker, but it was coming closer to them...
They ran towards the back of the "Diff'rent Strokes" exhibit, knocking over a small Gary Coleman wax replica, erupting a warbled "Whatchoo talkin' bout Willis?" from the figure's damaged voicebox.
Jason and Chris found a hidden door behind a plant, kicked it open in a moment of heroism, and ran down some dimly lit stairs.
They followed the sounds of the heiress' sobs and came upon a candlelit room. There the Barbie-doll lay limp, in a chair with belts tightened around her slim wrists, ankles, and neck.
Her dark circled eyes were opened wide in horror and frozen there.
She lay dead before the boys.
They looked at one another, then back at her. There was some shuffling coming back into the room.
Both boys skittered behind a large rusty steel saw and hid.
A large figure entered, shuffling it's tree trunk legs and wearing a splattered tunic.
The boys squinted toward the dimly lit intruder, sweat stinging their eyes.
The figure was grunting and whimpering to itself as it came upon the lifeless body of the heiress. It blocked the view of the body and began doing something to Paris that made her legs and arms shake violently.
Jason let out a gulp and looked at Chris.
Chris looked down at his crotch as a stream of urine trickled down his leg and out from behind the saw. He was scared pissless. The stream ran out and then down into a nearby grate, creating a tiny tinkling sound.
The large thing halted its work, stiffened up, and slowly turned towards the sound. It then cocked it's head to the side and started to walk towards the two friends.
They still couldn't make out the features of their stalker, but it was coming closer to them...
# posted by Trav @ 6/16/2005 02:51:00 PM 
