You are not logged in. You will need to login to post messages. | Create an account
TheGeekhouse.com BBS
Jacob's Halloween - Dr. Pooh
Please wait.
Loading from the database...
Loading from the database...
|
Dr. Pooh
|
[quote]Posted: Wednesday, November 1, 2006 at 1:15 am EST
I thought we had a thread for our own writings, but I guess that was thegeekouse.com version 5 or something. Here's something I wrote today. The story flip flops from today to 1989. Each paragraph is were the flip is. Think of it as an episode of Lost. Present time, flashback, present time, flashback, etc.Jacob's Halloween Jacob placed the pumpkin in the sink, and then looked for his tools. He made a quick mental checklist, and grabbed a large spoon, a variety of knives, and a towel. "Man, I haven't done this since I was a kid. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my favorite holiday is Halloween, and it's funny, but my mom hated Halloween." Ann stared as Jacob laid the knives in a row, with the spoon closest to him. "You are like her, you know. Well, she didn't like Halloween, because she thought it was the Devil's holiday. You don't like it, because you're just a bitch." Ann eye seemed to twitch at this comment. "Anyway, like I said, I haven't done this since I was a kid. I actually didn't get to celebrate Halloween till I was 12....." The year was 1989. September was shutting down, with October on the horizon. Jacob spent all day at school perfecting his Halloween speech. A speech that would convince his mom to let him celebrate Halloween. He knew the Bible verses his mom would quote every year from memory. There have been a total of 5 reasons why Halloween should not be celebrated. Luckily for Jacob, he came to realize them as pretty weak excuses. If she wasn't impressed with his begging, she would at least be impressed with his comebacks. Jacob was one of the only kids in school that didn't dress up. Jacob was jealous of the kids. Mostly cause they seemed to rub it in his face. "Going as Jacob again this year?" "Look! Jacob's going as a bum this year." The kids would always have some witty remark, and some how all different. Jacob was sure he would win the Halloween debate this year. So this year would be different.... Jacob looked at his pumpkin and then closed his eyes, and imagined the Jack-o-Lantern he would carve. He opened his eyes and saw his pumpkin. Closing his eyes for a few seconds more, an image finally appeared in his head. He opened his eyes, and he saw it. He saw his Jack-o-Lantern, and was ready to carve. Grabbing a serrated knife he began taking the top off his pumpkin. He began to saw the top, moving the knife up and down. This Jack-o-Lantern proved to be tough, as the knife became harder, and harder to move. "This reminds me of trying to cut corn in half. Remember 4th of July last year? Never seen so much corn in my life." Ann nodded. "So I finally get home after school, locked, and loaded...." Jacob jumped out of the bus and sprinted home. His mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner. "Smells like meatloaf again." Jacob thought. "I'll unload at the table." Jacob went to his room, started to make a list of who he could be for the Halloween. Frankenstein. Jacob remembered seeing 8 Frankenstein's last Halloween. Policeman. Too boring. A werewolf....hmmm....I bet I could make a pretty cool werewolf costume. He spent the next few minutes sketching his costume. Just then, his mother called him down for dinner. "Jacob, dinnertime!!" Jacob closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. This was it. This was his moment. He walked calmly to the dinner table and sat down.... "It may not seem like it, but I was nervous, but fortunately things went smoothly. My mom gave me her full attention. It was like she was ready to tell me 'yes'. Although I'd like to think that my prepping for the encounter didn't go to waste." Jacob chuckled at this. After popping the top off, Jacob grabbed the spoon and started to scoop out the insides, and dump them into the sink. Ann's mouth twitched as if holding back a smile. "Now don't act like you don't like my stories. Just because you don't love me anymore, doesn't make my stories any less interesting." After scooping out everything he could, he turned his Jack-o-lantern over, and hit the side, to get every last bit out. Turning it back over, he closed his eyes to remember the eyes. "Ah, my favorite part of the Jack-o-Lantern. The eyes. He opened his eyes and grabbed another knife. A smaller one, so he can have more detail. "So, anyway, I was so excited!!...." Jacob seemed to swallow his food whole. Quite the feat considering he hated meatloaf. He waited patiently, well, jitterly for his mom to finish. He cleared the dinner table and started to leave. Before he could walk out the door his mom said, "I won't have any part of it." "What do you mean" Jacob replied. "You do this costume on your own. I will not buy anything for you. You earn the money yourself." Jacob smiled, and hugged her mom. "Ok mom. I love you." "I love you too honey." Jacob ran back to his room and got his sketch and started a checklist. For the clothes portion, he figured he'd wear long johns. Number 1. Long johns. Number 2....Jacob thought, "How should I do the hair?" He was stuck. The next few days went by as he thought of something, but ended up crossing it off the list. Also, during this time, he was raking leaves for cash. He needed the cash for odds and ends of his costume. Sewing needs, buttons, and enough money should he find the hair for his costume... "I looked everywhere. I wanted the costume to be realistic, and let me tell you, there wasn't much in 1989." Jacob removed the negatives of the eyes, and carefully began the nose. "The nose is the hardest. After cutting the eyes, it doesn't leave much room for a nose. This requires the nose to be smallish, or you will ruin your Jack-o-lantern." Jacob stopped carving, and looked at Ann sitting at the table. "I caught a break. One of the old ladies I was raking leaves for had another task for me..." The telephone rang 4 times before Jacob could get too it. He was in the middle of stitching his head mask, and didn't want to stop until he got to a stopping point. "Hello?" "Hello, Jacob sweetie. I have a favor to ask." "You've got leaves again? Didn't I rake them Monday?" "Yes, dear, but it's not the leaves. It looks like a dog has gotten in the backyard." Jacob replied, "Got a hole you want me to fill?" "No son, the dog looks to have tried to climb over the fence, but somehow got his neck caught at the top, and I'm certain it has died." Fences, in the past, had points where the links came together. Jacob has ripped many shirts, and sliced much skin climbing over these walls of death. Jacob tried to picture the scene in his mind. "So you want me to bury the dog?" "Yes, son, if you would. You can bury it in my backyard if you want. In the garden preferably." "Yes, maam. I'll be there in a few minutes." Jacob told his mom that he would be at Miss. Struebing's place, and then went to the shed to get some tools. He grabbed a shovel and a pair of gloves and headed for Miss Struebing's. As he arrived, Miss Stuebing stuck her head out of the door, and pointed towards the backyard. Jacob went to the back, and saw the dog. The dog looked to be a Husky, but the hair was long like a Pekingese. Upon closer inspection, it looked as if the dog somehow got his throat caught on the fence. It tore it about 6 to 8 inches, and then from there it ripped it out of the dog. This dog was definitely dead. This sight should have made him sick, or even scared, but it didn?t?.. ?Opportunity.? Jacob pulled the nose out and through it in the sink. ?That?s right. First thought that popped in my head. Opportunity. I needed hair for my costume, and this was my ticket.? Jacob looked for his wife, but she was already gone. ?Hmm.? Jacob headed towards the garage and called out. ?Which box do we have our Halloween stuff in?...Oh that?s right, this is our first Halloween, huh?? Jacob opened the cabinet above the washer and dryer and found what he was looking for. ?Ahh. Here they are.? He grabbed some short fat candles and headed back to the kitchen. ?So anyway. Opportunity?..? Jacob pulled the dog off the fence, and dropped it to the ground. He went and asked Miss. Struebing for a black trash bag. ?You can just put it in the garden, boy.? ?Well there was some white foamy stuff in its mouth. I figured it might be rabies or something. I should take it to the pound or something.? ?Oh. You are probably right. I?ll find you a bag. Wouldn?t want to cause a scene carrying a dead dog through town.? Jacob laughed, ?That would be pretty creepy.? Miss Struebing handed him a large bag, and eight minutes later, he had bagged himself a dead dog. Jacob decided that he would do his deed behind the shed. He got away with a lot of things behind there, and this was one more he could add to his list. He?s never skinned an animal, but he thought he remembered watching them skin deer on TV. He thought the skin just peeled off like an orange peel?. Jacob looked at the kitchen table and realized Ann sitting there. ?All this talk about fruit has got me craving bananas. He washed his hands and sat down and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. ?Halloween and bananas. Today is not a good day for you considering we?ve got 2 things you are not a fan of in this kitchen right now.? Jacob looked over at his pumpkin, and grimaced. ?They say opposites attract, but they obviously weren?t looking in our direction, huh.? Jacob laughed until his sides hurt. I smelled bad on Halloween. Possibly too bad. My costume was perfect, so it had to be the smell that kept people away.? Jacob paused for a second and closed his eyes. ?Wait a minute, I?m getting ahead of myself?.? It didn?t take much to remove the skin. Jacob nailed it to the back of the shed to let the skin dry. With it spread out, he realized that it wasn?t enough. He needed more. There were plenty of dogs around, but not enough dead ones. Dead ones with long hair for one thing. A thought occurred to him, but he pushed it out. He left the shed, got a quick shower, and decided to read a bit. A few hours later, the thought reoccurred. This time though, he considered it. ?Plenty of dogs mean too many dogs.? On his way to school the next day, he eyeballed a dog a block from his school. Maisy was her name. He sees this Maisy everyday, but today he saw the Maisy in another light. Opportunity reared its ugly head. ?I?ll have to come tonight. When no one can see me.? He thought. He spent the day figuring out a method, but by the end of the day, nothing came to him. He figured something would come sometime soon, so he decided to follow through. That night he slid a knife in his belt loop and headed to the Maisy?s owner?s house. The dog was asleep. Perfect. Jacob very quietly climbed the fence, and was standing over the dog. Maisy slept on. ?She must be deaf.? Jacob thought. The last animal Jacob killed was a robin. He was playing with his friends BB gun, and shot the robin. It was sad. The robin seemed to do silent chirps until he closed his eyes and moved no more. This was a dog we were talking about here. How was he to kill this dog. He closed his eyes. ?The stray was so easy, because it was dead. Maisy was not. How am I going to do this?? He began to imagine Maisy dead. He began to imagine him breaking the dog?s neck. No remorse. He opened his eyes and saw Maisy motionless. She was breathing, but he did not see it. He grabbed for her neck. She awoke, and mistook it as affection, but Jacob did not see it. She began to wag her tail, and he began to squeeze her neck, again, he did not see it. As the pressure and pain set in, her tail stopped wagging, and her neck was too constricted to let out a yelp. Jacob did not see it. Jacob did a gentle twist and there was a snap. The dog lay still, and it was what Jacob saw. He skinned Maisy and left on light feet. As the newspapers began reporting mutilated dog stories, Jacob was getting his werewolf costume made?. Jacob had finished his banana and was in the middle of carving the mouth of his Jack-o-lantern. ?Did you know it takes 8 medium to large sized dogs to make a werewolf costume to fit a 12 year old?? Jacob smiled. ?It?s true. I see you sitting over there, and I bet you don?t believe me.? Jacob shook his head. ?I bet I could have done it in 7, but I was having trouble shaping my head, so I had some extra pieces I had to throw away.? Jacob had ? of the mouth carved, and was near completion. ?The costume looked great. When my mom first saw it, she questioned the smell. I told her I was going for realism. It was true. The thing smelt of a French Whore after running a marathon.? Jacob completed the mouth and stood back to admire his work?.. Jacob finished his costume and was ready to put it on. He slipped on his shirt and then his pants. He slipped the mask over his head. Perfect fit, naturally. The smell started to tickle his nose. Slowly he walked to the mirror. Jacob looked up at himself, and stared. It was beautiful. He was a bonefide werewolf. It looked professional. Better than Michael J Fox?s Teen Wolf. This thing was perfect. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. That?s when it all finally hit him. The reality of it all. 7 dead dogs that he killed. He began to remember seeing Maisy?s tail wag, then stop. He began to remember Guinness?s leg twitch 3 minutes after smashing his head with a sledgehammer. He began to remember licking his lips from the blood spray of Fargo. Jacob opened his eyes. He saw the werewolf look back at him. Jacob smiled. This was going to be the best Halloween ever?. Jacob stood there for 10 minutes enjoying his Jack-o-Lantern. ?It?s perfect, isn?t it?? Look how even my eyes are. The nose is the perfect shape and size.? Jacob closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. His eyes moved rapidly from under his lids. He opened his eyes. Jacob turned on the faucet and began to wash the blood off the lifeless head of Ann. ?This has got to be the best Jack-o-lantern yet, hey pumpkin?? He set the head on the counter, placed a candle in the brain cavity, and lit it. The face glowed an eerie red. The head seemed to be filled with molten lava. Jacob headed for Ann?s headless body, threw her over his shoulder and headed for the garage shutting the door behind him. |