Believing is Seeing

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Chapter 17

Friday Horror Night

‘Oh god, oh no…HELP!’

‘Chenise…Are you okay?’

‘HELP! HELP!’

‘Chenise! Where are you!?’

‘AHHHHHHHHHHH!’

‘NOOOO! CHENISE! I LOVE YOU! I’LL KILL YOU- YOU MONSTER!’

“OH! You owe me a buck. The girl bit the big one.”

“You know, this movie really sucks.” I said as I handed a dollar over to Nikki as she shoved a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

“It’s supposed to. That’s why it was in the bargain bin.”

“I never seen somebody rent a movie for nothing.”

“They would have given it to us if they thought they could get away with it. One less movie to worry about.” She added the dollar to the five she had on the little coffee table.

Nikki and her grandmother are the only people that live in the white house with the perfectly tended walk and picket fence. Which gave Nikki the opportunity to claim the entire upstairs, that consisted of two room, a bathroom, and two closets, for her own. She converted the extra room into a Rec room, which consisted of her large screen T.V and several bookcases full of movies. There was also a ripped sofa and an old coffee table that precariously balanced several large bowls of popcorn and other snacks and several movies we went out and rented. The room itself was painted gray, though you couldn’t see it with all the posters plastered over the walls, and the light blue curtains kept out a surprising amount of light, making the room incredibly dark.

“I bet you the next guy that dies is the geek.” Nikki challenged.

“No way. It’ll be the cheerleader girl that’s been checking out the main cool guy.”

“How much you wanna bet?”

I looked down at my two dollars on my side of the coffee table. “All of my savings.”

“Right on, playing dangerous with your fortune.” She popped some more popcorn in her mouth.

“I wonder how they managed to do all of these things that they’re showing on this movie back in the sixties.” Boston said, awed, as he sat in front of the table, leaning against a pillow that had been on the sofa at the beginning of the movie.

“They were creative. A lot of stuff is done with camera angles, and the art of good makeup.”

“Except this movie.” I interjected as I reached for more popcorn from the bowl in my lap, only to find it empty. “Hey, who ate my popcorn? Manny!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said as he brushed the popcorn from his branches guiltily. He was coiled up behind the sofa, peering over the back. And stealing my popcorn.

“Yeah right.” I said, rolling my eyes as I swapped my bowl for one of the full ones.

“Hey, there’s the cheerleader girl.” Nikki pointed. “I have mixed feelings. I mean, I want to win the bet, but she looks like my arch enemy, so I want her eaten.”

“Why do you hate the head cheerleader? Do you even know her name?”

“No. But she did the unthinkable.”

“And what is that?”

“She told her friends that horror novels were stupid! And that movies were only cool if they had some ‘hot’ guy in them.”

“You know, horror isn’t everyone’s bag.”

“I know that! She also called me a psycho freak with bad hair.”

I took a sideways glance at her hair. There were pencils in the back, keeping two tightly coiled buns in place. She was wearing a black tank top with green sweat and was furiously sipping from the straw she stuck into the juice box she was drinking from. Oh, and she had used a mirror to stencil an incredibly detail picture of Freddy Krueger onto her arm.

I shrugged and looked back at the movie. The cheerleader was gasping and looking around, tugging her pink knit sweater.

“Besides, I should be able to do my thing if she does hers.”

“You are not going to let that go, are you?”

“Nope.” She traded an empty bowl for a full one. “We’re going to need more popcorn. We have two more movies.”

“Cheerleader just got eaten.” I said as I chomped down on my food. “Hey! You can see the monster’s zipper!”

“Oh man. It’s right there! Look at that! Wow, that’s a big honkin’ zipper.” Nikki said as the movie changed scenes and showed main cool dude preparing a trap.

“How does he know what will kill the monster? He’s seen it twice.” I protested as I took two dollars from Nikki and added it to my pile.

“He’s seen too much Scooby Doo, that’s what it is.”

“I saw an episode of Scooby Doo. I don’t see what you guys see in it.” Boston remarked as he grabbed a couple of chips and retreated back to his cushion.

“Yeah, it was the whole mystery thing. You know, how they managed to catch people they’d never seen before and somehow know who they are. It was a mystery we couldn’t figure out, so we’d watch more and more till we discovered the secret.” Nikki tossed her juice box into the trashcan we were using to keep the trash down.

“So it was a type of early brainwashing?” Boston asked with a silly grin over his shoulder.

“Close. Look, he got the monster!”

“He’s going to pull the zipper and it’ll be the President.” I grinned.

“Probably.” Nikki grabbed a new juice. “Look, he just electrocuted it! Where’d he get the electricity?”

“Same place he got the idea for the trap?” Manny suggested. He’d gotten a whole lot more laid back in the space of two weeks.

“Man this thing is so full of plot holes…it has to be the worst movie in existence.” I said.

“Naw, I’ve seen worse. Much worse.”

“No way.”

“Way. I’ve seen movies that will make you want to throw yourself in front of the first movie billboard you see and hope the images of said movie aren’t burned into your mind forever.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Hey, look, dramatic scene.”

“He looks like he’s laughing.” Manny frowned.

“Probably snapped under the strain of being in this flick.”

“Oh look, he’s supposed to be crying.”

“He knows this role ended his career.”

“Harsh.” Nikki shook her head.

I grinned. “Would you hire this guy again?”

“No. I wouldn’t have made the movie in the first place.”

“Do the police usually show up at the end of the movie?” Boston asked.

“Yes.” Nikki and I said simultaneously.

“That was a short movie.” Manny said as he swiped some popcorn from Niiki’s bowl.

“A blessing in disguise.” Nikki commented as she looked through the other movies. “Alright, which one, The Mummy’s Ghost or the Curse of the Dead Zombie?”

“Isn’t that last title a little redundant?”

“You picked it out.” She pointed out.

“I did? Oh.” I shrugged. “Eeny Meeny Miney Moe.”

“Flip a quarter.”

“Pick a number.”

“Eyes-covered strategy.”

“Alphabetical.”

“Will you two just pick one?! Here, I pick the one on the left!” Boston said exasperatedly. “We’re watching The Mummy’s Ghost.”

“Killjoy.”

“I heard that.” He grumbled as he replaced the movie.

This was exactly what happened every Friday for a grand total of two Fridays. It’s a young tradition, but already one I really like. Bonding over snacks and bad movies.

Mom had been totally ecstatic when she found out I had a friend that I wanted to spend time with. The whole Friday Sleepover and movie night thing had been her idea. I’m not sure what to do when she begins to ask me to hold the Friday Night fun at our house, but I’m sure it’ll be interesting.

“Roll that crummy movie footage, furby boy!”

“I am NOT a furby!” Boston growled as Manny ate the rest of Nikki’s popcorn.

Yeah, real interesting.

Somewhere Outside Englesburg

“There goes another one.”

“I hate earthquakes.” The short man whined, adjusting his white shirt and the camera over his neck, and then patting down the white shorts, which were showing unflattering amounts of skin.

“These are just tremors.” The taller man said as he pushed a branch to the side, his brown shirt catching on the spiky bark.

“Just tremors?! You mean it’ll get bigger?” The shorter man’s eyes went wide.

“Don’t know. We’re not over any faults. Maybe we’ll just get the small shakes from the big one.” The man stroked his well trimmed beard and allowed his gray green eyes to dart across the landscape. “Come on, we’ve only a few feet till we get there.”

“Why couldn’t we just park near it? What, are evil spirits going to take over our car?!” The shorter man ran his fingers across the thin blonde hair on his head.

“Maybe.”

“Be serious.”

“Doctor Lenshaw says that according to her records that demons were locked away in that temple.”

“Superstitious mumbo Jumbo. No wonder they give all of her grants to someone else.”

“Careful. Lots of people around here actually believe in the old tales surrounding these temples.”

“Like what?” The shorter man scoffed.

“Ritual sacrifices. Monsters from beyond, reflected only in the imagination. Demons conjured by sorcerers. Of course, those are just fables, right?”

“Sure.” The shorter man looked uneasily around.

“There it is. Start taking pictures.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t rush me.” The shorter man began to take snapshots of the ruined temple.

The tall man looked around; looking for tracks or indications anyone had been there in the last few days.

A tremor, stronger than the previous ones, caused him to lose his balance, making him drop down into a crouch.

The short man let out a strangled yell as the camera flashed wildly. When the shaking stopped, the short man cursed.

“Look at that! A big chunk fell off the wall!”

The tall man glanced back over to see the short man taking pictures of a large chunk of rock that had fallen and rolled to the grass outside the temple.

“I’m not taking the blame for that one.” The shorter man grumbled.

“We should probably get back to the car.” The taller man said. “You never know what old spirit will take offense to something like this.”

“I can’t believe you’re still going on about that stuff. It’s not real!”

A low moan groaned through the forest, stopping both men in their tracks.

“Maybe.” The tall man whispered. “But that didn’t sound very human. We should go.”

“Yeah, maybe we should.” The shorter man hurried off the way they came, as the tall man followed hurriedly after.

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