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Date Posted: 10:37:49 10/09/10 Sat
Author: 
debikm
Subject: It's that time of year...
Fall has arrived, it's getting cooler and here in the US, Halloween and scary stuff is coming! This week's homework is perfect for it!
1. Psycho redux: You like scary? Here's your chance. You should be able to handle terror and speculation as easily as a casual conversation over burgers.
THE EXERCISE: You or your character are taking a shower at home. You're not expecting anyone and the front door is locked. The bathroom door, however, is not. You/they hear a strange noise in a room beyond the bathroom. Take it from there. Don't spend any time getting into the shower; you/they are already there when the scene starts.
2. Line, please!: "I didn't see what it was, but every hair on my head was standing up."
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Not so scary...story>>> -- Page2, 16:13:19 11/01/10 Mon
Hi All,
Ok I've been busy and will be with the NaNo's starting. I started this story for the HW and, never finished until just now. Little late but... I haven't edited but I told Deb I did something so here you go. Hope you like.
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The radio was blasting out a popular tune and I found myself singing right along with it as the water cascaded over my skin. The shampoo in my hair was coming out and washing the day’s dirt and grime down the drain, along with the day’s events. It had been a long day. I was tired but felt good now that the day was done. All I wanted now was to finish the shower, put on my comfy pj’s, grab a hot cup of tea, sit with my blanket on my lap and curl up with a good book while the fire crackled and popped. The air was crisp now that the sun had gone down; a nice fall evening. A commercial was playing on the radio now as I massaged the conditioner into my hair follicles. Something about massaging the conditioner into my hair soothed me. Almost done, soon I would be engrossed in the latest novel by Stephen King and two hours later probably scared shitless by the genius of horror. Why I read these types books is beyond me but…
What the hell is that, I wondered as I paused in my soap lathering to listen for the thump sound again. Probably the freakin cat playing with the darn ball again, I think. I placed the soap in the holder, rinsed conditioner and soap off then turned off the water. I snaked my hand out from the curtain and grabbed the towel. I dried myself off, bent over and put my hair into the towel and made a turban. I stood up then and pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out onto the fluffy bathmat. The steam from the hot shower was thick in the air. I grabbed my worn-out bathrobe off the back of the door and put it on as I took a couple of steps towards the sink to get my glasses. They were foggy so I wiped them off on the bathrobe, put them on then looked up at the mirror and my heart almost burst out of my chest in fright. My stomach lurched and the blood in my veins ran cold, the hairs on my arms stood up and my heart beat frantically as I read the message drawn in the steam on the mirror. You are not alone!
I looked quick around my tiny bathroom, but there was no place anyone could hide. Oh gods, I thought swallowing hard. Someone had been in here as I showered. That means someone is in my house and waiting for me. Were they outside the door? Shit, shit, shit. I was trapped. My heart hammered away inside my chest as my mind raced away in fear. I leaned my head against the door to see if I could hear noise in the hall but the radio chose right then to stop its commercial and start playing eerie music. Black Sabbath by Black Sabbath. My head turned fast and my heart stopped for a moment while I registered the song then I leapt to the radio to turn it off. Creepy music…yeah that’s what I need right now. I trembled as I looked towards the door. Damn, I have to go out there; I can’t stay in the bathroom. Arm yourself, my internal voice said. Yeah, with what, the toilet bowl brush? Yeah that will disarm someone brandishing a knife or gun. Hey you…I got a bowl brush and I’m not afraid to use it. I felt a bubble of anxious, nervous laughter creep up, but I swallowed it down while I looked around the bathroom for something to use. Then I thought, chemicals, I can use the scrubble bubbles. Spray it in the person’s eyes.
This is craziness, I thought. This has to be a prank. Someone is just trying to scare me. I frowned as I thought of my friends and who could be devious enough to do this. You locked the doors remember. Crap! Making a sign of the cross, I sent a silent prayer to God then slowly opened the bathroom door. I peeked out the little slit I created and saw nothing. No body, no feet...this is good. I opened the door further almost half way now, and peeked up and down the hallway. Nothing. I crept down the hallway with a can of Scrubble bubbles in one hand, the toilet bowl brush in the other, my hair up in a towel turban and my scraggly bathrobe cinched closed. I’ll probably scare whoever is here more than me. Oh my god…a noise from the living room. It’s the cat, I told myself as I made my way to the living room.
I stood around the corner not daring to make my presence known, but somebody was indeed in there. I heard more scuffling noises. Ok… bite the bullet. Surprise them, then blast them with the spray and run for the door. Take a deep breath, you can do it. One…two… two and a half…breathe….three. I leaped out so that I could be seen and from behind my sofa two heads popped.
In fright and in the dark I didn’t even look, I just sprayed the bubbles and whacked the air with my bowl brush. Then I turned to flee until I heard raucous laughter behind me. I stopped and turned back. Thier were my two friends rolling on the floor laughing in hysterics and on the coffee table I could see the cake. It was my birthday.
Surprise!
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Good one! -- Debi, 19:52:40 11/01/10 Mon
But did you whack the birthday cake *with* the toilet brush? Because that would just be eewww....
And funny as hell.
Love it!
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Thank You!>>> -- Pag2, 21:31:00 11/07/10 Sun
>But did you whack the birthday cake *with* the toilet
>brush? Because that would just be eewww....
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>And funny as hell.
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>Love it!
Glad you liked it. I wish I had more time to give it better attention but it is what it is. I try to work on the HW when they come up. Truly!
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