Wednesday, October 11, 2023

The Pit and the Haunted Trail, a Halloween Story Part II

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The 4 boys at a trampoline park. July 17, 2023



October 11, 2023


I know, that was probably my sign but I'm getting stir crazy and I want to go.  But I promised myself to be extra careful.  I need to check things out before I head over.  But first I will call him back and see if he will deliver the message.  

<pause, phone rings, and rings, and rings> 

September 11, 2023


Well, this sucks he didn't answer.  I slightly pull back the right corner of the drapes where I have a clear line of sight of the front office.  I do not move the curtains. I do not disturb the air conditioner. I'm frozen like a wax figure at Madame Tussauds Wax Museum.  It must have been a straight hour before I decided to go over to the office. Honestly, it did appear to be business as usual.  But I need the right timing.  And the timing for now was perfect because the family of 6 right next to my room decided to leave.  They are really noisy and every time they went out they carried so many bags I thought they were checking out each time.  The mom and kids are standing in front of my door while waiting for their dad to come out.  I seize the moment and open my door, step outside, close my door and stand behind them like a human shield.  

They pay no mind to me standing here. All the children are oblivious to what's happening around them. Mom is staring at her phone.  I take a tactical pause before I move.  But then I suddenly see 2 men locked on me.  They are standing at the door of the front office.  I do not move.  One of the men walks out and the other one is behind him.  They do not run, their walk is smooth and deliberate.  My mind is racing with many thoughts of what to do.  I am strapped but if I take out my gun we are all going to die.  I am not that cruel.  They are getting closer, just several doors down.  I began to retreat back inside my room but then dad walked out of his room.  I turned and pulled him out of the way.  His body, acting as a bowling ball, knocking all his kids to the ground.  His wife fell backwards over the parking stop.  I slammed the door as bullets struck the wood frame and wood shrapnel exploded everywhere.  I never choose a motel without an egress so I run towards the back of the room while grabbing a table chair.  I whip it over my shoulder and chuck it as hard as I can at the rear window.  The chair shatters the glass but it's not tempered.  Jagged pieces still surround the opening, but I don't have time to be picky and I dive through the opening.  The curtains entangle me and I summersault to the ground, down the embankment, until coming to rest by a tree.  More gunshots ring out and the bullets strike the tree trunk above my head.  I am in a bad spot.  

Through the panic I remember the motel clerk telling me about the ghost trail back here.  I scamper around the tree, away from the bullets at the same time reaching for my gun.  I turn back and return fire trying to hold them at bay.  They attack back.  I scan the forest looking for the haunted trail.  There was something, it was about 25 yards away.  A woman!  A woman waved me over to her for safety.  I can't believe my luck that a stranger would help me through this chaos.  I scanned my area and grabbed a bunch of rocks and piled them onto the curtain.  Then I quickly tied a knot.  The end of the curtain looked like a big ball. I then lassoed it and threw it as far as I could in the opposite direction.  Momentarily the gunfire was redirected.  It was my chance to run, and I took it.  I ran towards the girl as fast as I could.  The gunmen realize my ploy and began to shoot back towards my direction but it was too late, I made to the girl and she directed me down the trail.  It was a haunted trail.

"Where did he disappear to you buffoons," the angry boss demanded.  

"He ran down there," one of the buffoons said.  

"Then why didn't you follow him?'  

"We tried boss but something prevented us from going down that trail.  I don't know what it was."  

"Incompetence," he said.  "I know my no good sister in law paid to kill my brother.  He was a lowlife but he was still my brother grab her from the car and bring her down here, now!"

I thanked my savior for providing me safety.  I didn’t know what else to do.  I had no money on me, no identification to show who I was, and nothing of value to hand her.  

“I’m sure there is something we can find you can sacrifice for the greater good.” She said.

I stopped in my tracks.  I didn’t like how she said that and frankly I think I could find me own way out. 

“Wait,” I said.  “I can find my way down this trail.  I promise you I can come back ad pay you.  I am indebted to you. But those guys are coming after me and I do not want to place you, or anyone else, in danger.”

She turned to me.  Her outfit was clean. But we were in the mud.  I was wet from the dew and sweat. She was dry and pristine. I had obvious injuries.  She looked pure. “You need not worry about them or anything else ever again.  There is a higher purpose for you to serve.  We cannot waste anymore time.  And you cannot leave.”

I took my gun at from my waistband and pointed it at her. “Look, you saved me.  I’m grateful but I’m not asking if I can leave.  I am telling you that I am going.  It is as simple as that.”

She stated at me perplexed.  Her brown skin was pure and smooth.  She reached out her hand and placed her palm over the opening of the barrel.  

“This is a gun? You are primitive in my world. You are lower than the dung that a dung beetle rolls.  You cannot control me with this weapon.  There is no control here. Pull your trigger and find out.  But you only have one attempt.”

I have been around.  She wants me to shoot. I obliged.  I fired the remaining rounds but she did not waver.  I took a step back, reloaded, and shot again. 1 round, 2 round, 3 rounds, 4 rounds, 5 rounds and so on.  I screamed and shouted over the loud bangs.  She did not move!  I reloaded and shot again over and over.  She did not move! I went to reload again but there was nothing else to load.

“haha,” she laughed.  “Are you done? Is it my turn now?”

She walked over and wrapped her fingers around both wrists bending my hands towards me chest. I dropped the gun in pain. There was a loud snap.  Both my wrists crumpled into a heap. I feel to my knees. She lifted me up by my hair until my feet left the ground with her left arm.  She used her right fist to punch my face in.  I could feel the grit of my porcelain. I bit my tongue.  Blood was steaming from my nose.  She smacked my face and the crack of my jaw send chills down my spine.  

“I will see you in hell,” she said.  

By broken body was lifted about her head and she violently threw my down the hole.  My body banged the left and right sides of the well like walls.  My bones broke with every crushing blow until I hit the bottom.  But I didn’t lose conscience.  I want to lose consciousness.  Why am I still alert?  Put me out of my misery! 

Slowly my bones began to mend.  Breaking them was easy but now they are being stretched and put back in place. My rolled up muscles were pulled back over the bone.  My flesh stretched and tightened.  It was eructating pain. Until, I wasn’t.  I was back to normal.  Standing in a pit of chaos and destruction. 

I felt hands on my shoulders. I looked to my left shoulder and then my right.  I could see it was that beautiful brown skin again.  

“Are you ready for round 2,” she asked.  

She then proceeded to crush my clavicles.  

I hope there isn’t a round 3. 

Max and Blake with Mia. September 10, 2023. 


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The Pit and the Haunted Trail, a Halloween Story Part I

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You can't make everyone happy! Christopher and Nico September 3, 2023.


October 11, 2023

I'm caught in the netherworld, surrounded by chaos and destruction. I was escorted into my situation while seeking shelter to escape from a bunch of stone-cold killers. This is a horrible situation I got myself into. Sadly, I don't think anyone would miss me. Why would anyone even bother searching for me? I'm not a good dude. But that's a story for another time. I need to figure out how to get out of my current predicament. Truthfully, you aren't going to pity me when you find out I'm a paid killer. But there are way more awful people in the world than me. I'm paid to exterminate the existence of people worse than me. Yet here I am, in the underworld pit when I should have been up there, enjoying the cool air and admiring the foliage change. There is something about crisp, cool air that screams fall around Halloween.

Before all this mess happened, I was waiting to receive the 2nd payment of my last kill in this motel near Big Valley Pines. I like motels like this one or cabins because I am far away from the heat and close enough to meet the person who held the remaining cash for my hit job. I only take money in hand. You aren't going to CashApp me fifty thousand dollars. The problem with collecting the other half of the money owed is that you depend on the payer to come through. I guess that is one of the drawbacks to the job. Well, that and killing someone.  

I was bored, so I left my room and wandered about. I don't use a smartphone that can be pinged; I don't have a Netflix account, so I'm not streaming movies. I'm just sitting in my room, bored, trying to occupy my time. I'm staying in an area they call the bible belt of America. I'll search for the bible and thumb through it. Read the local ad paper left on the bedside table and review all the restaurants in the area. No, I don't order food either. I'll do some pared-down CrossFit. For some odd reason, I will remove the artwork from the room walls and inspect it. Then maybe take a shower and peer through the window. Man, will I peer through the window in an obsessive, paranoid style.  

During my journey outside, I will sit near the pool from time to time. This isn't a resort, but strangely, the pool is heated. I watch ordinary people go about their lives. Families in the pool, lovers in the jacuzzi, other psychopaths overseeing it all. Yes, there are others out there like me. They just haven't dared to do what I do, or they hide it pretty well. Deviant behavior can be easily hidden. I can't explain to you why I even do what I do. But you clearly have to be a psychopath to kill a fellow human being. Which would explain my current predicament, I suppose. I wish I could point to a particular event that morphed me into a killer. There just isn't an excellent back-story to my murderous ways. I lived an everyday life, raised by both parents. I have several siblings who have excellent jobs. My sister is a doctor of medicine. She has a clue that I do bad things because I go to her when I need wound care due to a hit gone wrong. She never asks; therefore, I never tell. However, if she decided to turn her intuition into curiosity, dug into my life, and found out I was a hitman. I wouldn't be mad if she turned me in. I love her too much to hurt her.   

Where was I? Oh, my murderous way. I'm a gamer. A damn good gamer. I don't need cheat codes or practice; I have the dexterity of Michael Jordan but in the gaming world. So, here I was, playing Call of Duty, talking crap on my headset, enjoying my Legendary status leveled up to 850, but only because I am capped. This dude befriended me. So our crap talking went from gaming headsets to messenger, to text, then phone calls, and finally, meet-ups. She sensed something in me. I said dude earlier, but she used a voice manipulator when she played and spoke with her on the phone. Gamer girls catch so much hell when they play, so I get why she lied. She constructed this world outside the game and made a network for mercenaries. She sold a good bill of goods. What can I say? She was like 2011 Bitcoin, and I wanted to get involved before her stock went sky-high.  

After getting bored by the pool, I checked out the vending machine and grabbed a few snacks before returning to my room. After choosing Sun Chips, Muscle Milk, and a Snickers bar, I decided to check with the man up front for any messages. This front desk guy has to know something is up with me. I have been asking him for messages for the last 3 days. He most likely thinks, "Who doesn't have a cell phone nowadays?" I saw he was busy as I approached the desk, so I turned toward the rows of tourist pamphlets near the entrance. All this tourist trap nonsense makes me laugh. Do people not pre-plan nowadays?  

The last guest check-in is complete, so I walk over to see if there are any messages. "No messages, but hey, if you're bored, there is a ghost trail behind the motel you can check out." "What business is it of yours if I'm bored or not, buddy?" The kid got nervous and flustered. That doesn't seem normal for a dude that deals with people all day. "Well, you were umm,( he was stammering) looking at those pamphlets. I assumed you wanted something to do with being alone and all. I could send you a girl, too."  

"Just messages, friend. Only messages," I told him sternly. "By the way, focus on your job," I muttered as I returned to my room. 

The thing is, in this game, there is no one I can trust. How can I depend on the person paying me the rest of my money after I do the job? I got a good cash cut up front, but I want the rest of my money. Planning and then executing my game plan isn't easy. And also, the risk is bigger. Today, cameras are everywhere, and people and their cell phones record all the darn time. What is the point of taking out the person who shafted my money? Then I really won't get paid. However, an assassin has to have his standards, I suppose. I need a new profession. 

Sitting in this room is driving me crazy, and I'm overthinking. That front desk kid is making me curious. He certainly was inquisitive about my goings on here. In the future, I need to stop being cheap and buy a throw-down phone because being affordable is the only reason I don't have one. It's classic me. But, if I was smart, I wouldn't trust him. If only there was a sign to tell me I was in danger.  

The motel room phone rings>

"Hello? Yes, okay. But I don't remember telling you to call me if a message was left. Hello?" He hung up.

That was probably my sign, but I'm getting stir-crazy and want to go. But I promised myself to be extra careful. I need to check things out before I head over. But first, I will call him back and see if he can deliver the message.  

<pause, phone rings, and rings, and rings> 


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SEE PART II


Christopher and his brother Blake. September 9, 2023.





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