Dear Dream World,
I found myself at my old house on Mundy St., where I grew up. We were having a party, my parents were there, but it was still a pretty cool crowd. Mostly some burley old guys from the fire department; Everyone was laughing and telling jokes, slugging back brews at the bar downstairs, shooting pool and playing poker.
It was a bit snowy out, and I thought I’d pop out to the back yard to bring some things in that were left out on the lawn. I trekked out on the snowy grass, and went to pick up a lawn chair, when something caught the corner of my eye.
I saw a man standing there, menacing eyes staring at me. I knew he was bad news. He was hiding just a bit behind the corner, but as he realized I was there, he started coming towards me.... I started to get rather nervous.
He opened up his jacket and exposed the heavy set of explosives he had lining his inside jacket. I started to run, as he set them off in my direction... Shots skimming by my head, I ran and ran, as fast as I could to get around the side of the house, my heart in my throat, fear almost freezing my legs.
I dove around the side of the house… so far in the safety zone, but I kept going, around to the front.
I hoped he was still in the back, but I was terrified, as the whole party was going on inside and they hadn’t noticed this guy was there.
I opened up the front door, and ran down the stairs, my legs were shaking, I didn’t want to die this way. I grabbed some of the guys in the party, told them to watch out!! There’s a crazy man out there! They kind of chuckled at first, but then just as quick, the windows started getting blasted out, glass shards flying everywhere from the sliding doors, all over the pool table. Blood splatters started hitting the walls, people started to drop. Some guys ran straight for the stairs to get out to the front door, their legs slipping out from beneath them.
You could see the dark man through the shattered glass doors, standing out in the snow, staring in so cold, death on the mind. He was in the mood to kill.
My dad was right beside me now, he grabbed me, and we raced up the stairs and out the front door to the outside of the house. “WHO IS THAT GUY!!?”- He shouted.
“I don’t know, he was creeping out back! He started shooting explosives at me when I saw him!”
“Quick, in here!” We grabbed the spare key to the neighbors, which was hidden under a rock, and we slunk in through the basement door.
The neighbors were away, but we are friends, and watched over their house while they were gone. “We have to find Tommy’s gun... look under the bed!” He shouted, as he started rooting through the closet in a desperate search. “Never mind, here it is.”
My dad pulled out a big black bag from the top shelf, threw it on the bed and unzipped it. There was Toms' hunting rifle and a ton of shells... Thank God! He started loading in the slugs, his hands shaking.
What was our plan? We could hear chaos going down and we were so close that we were still in the danger zone.
We knew what had to be done, we had to take this guy out. He’s crazy, and he’s a killer. We must stop him! But who was he? Where did he come from? And most importantly, what was his motive?
We knew the layout of the area better than anyone, so we had that on our side. We snuck back out quietly into the night. We ran up the north side of our home, towards the backyard where the creep came in. We could hear shots being fired, and we prayed everyone was okay still.
We could see him, he was wearing this really big hat with a giant round rim, and a cloak filled with weaponry. We laid low; and while he was distracted by the boys inside. it was our chance to take a shot.
We crept even closer and hid behind a planter. My dad had a few beers earlier in the evening, so he was aiming, but it was a little foggy. He fired a shot at the guy, and the gun was so powerful that it threw my dad off kilter. He managed to hit the guys jacket, and blew a hole clean through the bottom right flap. He got the guys’ attention, oh shit! He’s coming for us now!
It starts running at us full speed, my dad pulls the clip back and fires off another shot... He missed again! The sound of the gun shots were ringing through the air.
Oh no! He’s getting closer! What the fuck? Does he even have a face?
Just darkness where his face should be, and a glimmer of light where the eyes to his sick soul lived. He’s a monster; he can’t be from this world, that much was for certain.
Dad was staring to freak, having a tough time keeping aim; he fired off another shot. It hit the leg, he fired another one, and it hit his jacket, and when it did, an explosion went off which melted all the snow in the yard!
We dove behind the side of the house, I looked at my dad to see if he was okay. His eyebrows were singed, but we were both okay, thankfully.
We heard footsteps coming towards us from the front of the house; we looked up and saw... 'The Face', whom is my dad’s good friend from the Fire Department. They call him “The Face”, because he has such a big face.
“Are you guys okay?”- asked The Face.
“Yes, we’re okay, thank god it’s you! This guy, he’s a thing, he’s a demon of some sort, I don’t know”- said dad.
“Where’d he go?"
“He’s in the back, in the fire” –said dad. “Can you shoot?” He motioned to the gun, and The Face reached for it. He went to look around the side of the house, and just then, it stepped right out in front of him, and it was on fire.
‘The Face’ swung the gun and cracked its flaming skull in the head with the gun. It didn’t seem to faze the beast, so The Face swung again and again, hitting him as hard as he could.
It wasn’t working, the monster was too strong, it clubbed The Face off to the side with its heavy arm, and he went flying into the side of the neighbor's house.
Just then Rocket came around side the house, picked up a 2 by 4 and charged at the dark creature, thrusting the wood into its solar plexus with all his force... It knocked it backwards and into the yard.
Dad got up, and grabbed another 2 by 4, running in after Rocket, and took a swing at the beast, so hard he knocked it to the grass. Shrubs were on fire, and the house was starting to catch. To our surprise the thing was still so strong and full of power. It got up; pulled out a knife from its attire, blade in hand, and it started to take jabs towards my dad.
My dad, swiftly ducked out the first few jabs, but it slashed his arm, he dropped the 2 by 4.
I ran towards 'The Face' and grabbed the rifle, I ran in the back yard.
"Dad, get down!!!” I yelled, as I fired a shot. Luckily Dad, jumped and rolled off to the side.
I hit the beast in the shoulder and fired another shot, hitting him in the head; it blew it across the yard into a fiery patch. Dad hustled to his feet again, and we headed towards the creature to see if it was alive.
It’s face was a dark hole, it’s shirt had started to melt off exposing the skin beneath.. It’s body was black and it had a six pack that was virtually made of steel. The outer layers of its body were starting to melt as we stared into it, and it appeared that there were tiny souls trapped inside under its rib-cage. The souls of thousands of good people, who were executed by this beast, and trapped inside its body for an eternity, never allowed the opportunity to pass to the heavens.
Rocket and 'The Face' were quickly by our sides, staring at this creature as it was starting to wither away. We all wondered where this thing came from and why did it choose to blow up our party?
It was the reaper, here to take our souls to hell, the better the people executed, the stronger it becomes.
As the creatures’ rib cage burned, and turned to ash, the souls of the executed began floating up and away from its body, high in the sky. We must have set them free.
“Holy fuck! I think its time for a beer” –said Rocket.
“Somebody get the extinguisher and somebody get the beer, we have got to put this fire out before it burns the house down.” –My pops surely didn’t want to lose our house that evening.
'The Face' continued to stare deep into the beast as it continued to melt, he didn’t want to take his eyes off of it He wanted to make sure it was gone forever.
The rest of us made our move into the house, shit was blown everywhere, a couple guys were on the floor inside still, couple bullet holes stuck in their limbs. Kelly was in there screaming, her hair had caught on fire when the explosion went off; her hair spray was so flammable that it just went up in flames and she was at least 10 feet away from any real fire.
Glass was everywhere and blood splats on the walls. Dad ran into the garage and pulled out a couple extinguishers, and passed one to me. He turned to Kelly and blasted her head, putting out the hair-fire, and then we started blasting the outside of house in white dust.
Rocket pulled the injured guys up onto the couch and helped them treat their wounds. He ripped off his shirt, tore it in half and tied up both their bullet wounds. Luckily no one was hit in the chest or the head.
The fire was slowing down, and 'The Face' still had his eyes locked on the beast.
I ran inside to the fridge, and grabbed an arm full of ice cold beers.. I tossed one to everyone.
Kelly was screaming still, she was tripping out about her hair-fire situation, but more so pissed that we only had Budweiser’s left instead of her favorite MGD. She sure as shit, is a picky bitch. You’d think after saving her ass from the hair-fire, she’d be grateful;
Instead, she ripped in:“Robinson! You know I hate this shit! What’s wrong with you?!”.
Rocket turned around, “Honey, shut the fuck up, please, or we’ll set you back on fire.”- She shot him a dirty scowl, and sat down with a frown.
Just then, we heard the garage door open, and mother pulled her car into the garage. She was back with the Fish and Chips.
From the front of the house everything looked perfectly untouched and beautiful still, but once she opened the door from the garage into the house and saw glass and blood everywhere...
"What the hell???? GARY!!! YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO HONEY!!!” She looked around in absolute horror... what did they do to her beautiful home? Never again another poker night! She thought.
She came around the corner and saw Kelly, sitting grumpily on a chair with no hair.
Her thoughts started to lighten. She chuckled. –“Caught in the line of fire huh Kell?”
“Yeah yeah Laura, you should have seen this place, it was like "Hell-fire", shots ringing’ everywhere... there’s something sitting in the back yard dying right now.. That’s all I know.”
“Well what is it?”-My mother questioned, and she decided to go and take a look at what "The Face" was now poking with a stick.
“Oh god, it looks like Gary in the morning after a long night!”. -My mother felt she recognized this creature.
“I heard that!” yelled my father, and he came sauntering out towards everyone with his Budweiser in hand. I quickly followed, it was time to join 'The Face' and enjoy the smoldering of the Demon we took down so gracefully.
“No, seriously, what is that thing?”- Mother asked.
“I don’t know, it was just creeping in our yard when I went out to grab the lawn chairs, it tried to blow me away! I think it was trying to take us to the dark side. Thank god we make such a great team, and blew his ass away! Good job ya’ll” I stated.
“Holy smokes, am I ever glad I went to go and get the fish and chips instead of sticking around here.. Whew.. Totally dodged that bullet!” Mother relished in her good decision making. “Well, who wants some fish and chips?”