Story: Welcome On A Dark, Dark Night
Posted 15 October 2004 - 05:52 PM
Downstairs, Joules was aggravated as the still of the night was causing him to make too much noise as he was trying to cover up Brigham's scratch marks and the mess of the wooden stair. He had just finished lightly sanding the stair and swept the mess away. He was out in the shed looking for some paint or varnish to cover it when Hester turned the light on and walked downstairs.
As she entered the kitchen, Hester was trying to think of a reason to open the fridge door to see what Joules had put in there. She poured herself some water out of the tap and slowly put it to her lips while her eyes were darting around the room trying to see any evidence Joules had left. She saw nothing suspicious. She remarkably restrained herself from opening the fridge door during the night. 'First thing in the morning' she said to herself.
Joules was still out in the shed looking for something to paint with and did not see the light go on or off as Hester once again headed for her room.
Posted 19 October 2004 - 11:10 AM
She turned on the kitchen light and tiptoed over to the refrigerator, not wanting to wake Maria. Had Hester looked out the kitchen window, she would have seen the light coming from the shed. Instead, Joules saw the kitchen light was turned on and knew immediately who it was. Maria slept like the dead, so that left Hester. "Blast!" he swore as he hurridly grabbed for an old rusty axe, but in his panic he picked up the axe by the blade instead of the handle. Joules howled in pain as the blade sliced his hand wide open. Joules stood frozen in his steps as he looked in horror at his gashed hand ... there was no blood!
Posted 19 October 2004 - 04:53 PM
Hester had not yet made it to the refrigerator and stopped in her tracks. She glanced out the window and saw the light in the shed turn off. It was now pitch black outside and all she could see was her own reflection in the window. She suddenly felt the cold of the night.
Unsure what to do, she turned off the kitchen light so that she could accustom her eyes to the darkness.
IT was clear that Joules needed blood - he was running on empty. It would have to be Hester's he decided and then he would need to lie in his crypt to recuperate. He bandaged his hand with an old rag from the bench, picked up the axe by the handle this time and walked towards the house.
Posted 19 October 2004 - 06:48 PM
Hester, keeping her wits about her, remembered there was a closet under the stairwell that she thought led to an old, abandoned root cellar below the house. She quietly made her way in the darkness to where she thought the closet was, and felt a sigh of relief when her hand clasped the cold door knob.
As Hester gently closed the door to her hiding place, she heard the front door open and the unmistakable sound of Joules' boots as he walked across the foyer and down the hall toward the closet ...
Posted 19 October 2004 - 08:08 PM
"Shoosh, Brigham", Maria mumbled subconsciously, but Brigham wouldn't. There was danger out there he was trying to warn her. Finally, Maria stumbled out of bed and opened the door. Brigham dashed downstairs and began barking loudly at Joules. Maria was jolted awake by the uncharacteristic noise of Brigham. She grabbed her dressing-gown, turned on the hall lights and followed him down.
There was Joules on his knees trying to pacify Brigham as he greeted his sister. "Hey Maria - this dog is all upset!"
"What on earth are you still doing up, Joules? Is everything all right? Brigham - here!!" Brigham retreated from Joules and guarded his mistress, baring his teeth at Joules and growling deeply.
"What's going on ? What happened to your hand?"
"Ah nothing, sis - just got it nicked at work. I was just going to get something out of the closet when Brigham went off his head"
"Look, this is the second time tonight you've interrupted my sleep, now just get yourself off, will you?" Maria noted Brigham's warning and scooted Joules out. Closing the door after him, she turned and was startled to see a white-faced Hester standing in the hall.
"What on earth . . . . ?"
Posted 21 October 2004 - 05:30 PM
"Maria, let's go into the kitchen and have a cuppa, and talk about Joules. First of all," Hester said as Maria put the kettle on the stove, "your dear brother tried to kill me tonight." Maria glared at Hester, "Have you gone daft?"
Hester calmly explained to Maria about Joules carrying an axe into the house and the strange package in the refrigerator. As she continued relaying her fears about Joules, she realized how foolish she sounded. Could it be all in her imagination?
Maria, much to Hester's astonishment, broke out laughing. "Hester, can you not remember our nickname for my beloved, strange brother? We called him Joules the Ghoul! It's just his nature," Maria continued, "Don't take him too seriously. He enjoys giving everyone the creeps. Now, I'll tell you what. Let's take a look at that package in the refrigerator," Maria gingerly lifted the package out of the refrigerator and placed it on the kitchen table.
Both women stood close together as Maria opened the box. "Oh, Hester, look, it's only a pot roast!" Hester bent over to take a closer look. "Well, why is it so bloody?" she asked Maria.
"Hester, you are such a city girl. This is the way a freshly cut piece of meat looks before it's all packaged up nice and neat and placed at the butcher's. I have a great idea! Let's marinate it and cook it for Sunday dinner. Won't Joules be pleased!"
"You marinate it, Maria, I'm off to bed."
Posted 22 October 2004 - 05:09 PM
Maria knew she wouldn't be cooking a Sunday roast with meat that had been in Brigham's mouth, taken out to the moors, buried and dug up twice!!
As Maria turned the light off and proceeded up the staits to bed with Brigham, the black-caped Joules stealthily crept in again and removed the meat from the fridge, replacing it with another package.
"Ah, finally!" he whispered. Clutching the parcel close to his chest, he went to lay in his crypt.
Posted 24 October 2004 - 09:07 AM
The clock downstairs chimed 6:00 a.m. It would be daybreak soon, but Hester was determined to get a couple more hours of sleep. Joules, on the other hand, knew he must be in his crypt before daylight. His skin pallor was becoming more ashen as each day passed, and he knew Maria had already begun to suspect something was terribly wrong. Joules feared this is why she had asked Hester to come see her at Gravesend.
Joules slowly made his way across the moors, the mist covering him like a shroud, and entered the crypt just as the dawn broke ....
Posted 24 October 2004 - 09:52 PM
He let his nose sniff him to the Crypt and started digging away.
Posted 25 October 2004 - 11:26 AM
As Maria approached the refrigerator, she almost fainted as the door opened by itself and something bounced out! She screamed with fear and ran as fast as she could to tell Hester. But what was she going to say? Was it her imagination or did she really see that Thing bounce around the kitchen floor....
Posted 25 October 2004 - 05:04 PM
Still smiling, Joules lay in his coffin and entered a trancelike state, the still beating heart clasped to his chest. As he started to chant ... "mmmmmmmmmmmm" ... "mmmmmmmmmmmm," he thought he heard that mutt scratching and whimpering outside the crypt, but decided not to let Brigham ruin his exorcism. As Joules' incantations became more intense, his body, feeling as light as thistle down, began to levitate, slowly rising out of the coffin. Just as he started to enter a euphoric state of astral body projection, Brigham barked loudly, jolting him out of his trance, his body falling backward, making a loud thud as it hit the pine coffin.
"Blast!" Joules screamed as he cursed Brigham up hill and down dale. But as Joules looked down at his chest, he noticed the heart was gone. He looked all over the casket, but it was nowhere to be found. "Could it have worked despite Brigham?" he dared ask himself, his hopes once again rising.
Posted 25 October 2004 - 05:34 PM
Meanwhile, Brigham playfully dragged something bloody and pulsating around the Cottage when Maria and Hester spotted the darn dog. They tried to see what Brigham was playing with, but the cloudy gloom hanging over the horizon dimmed their sight.....
Posted 25 October 2004 - 05:36 PM
"Brigham!!", she called - she knew that her trusty Brigham would come and clean up the meatball. But Brigham didn't come.
Hester in the meantime was rummaging through the refrigerator looking for the meat that was supposed to be marinated . . . .
Posted 25 October 2004 - 06:52 PM
Unbeknownst to anyone, Brigham had picked up the exorcised, evil heart which Joules' body had expelled. Legend had it, and all the villagers knew it to be true, that if an animal were to eat the heart of a vampire, that animal would turn into a werewolf during the next full moon.
Brigham began to tire of playing with the piece of meat. He gave it one last good shake, dropped it in front of him, and licked his chops ....
Posted 25 October 2004 - 08:43 PM
But unknown to all, Brigham had a girlfriend who started to sniff at the Heart and was quite hungry. If the Legend was true and Brigham's girlfriend ate the heart, would there be a Female Vampire?
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