OT ..the Maine trilogy ends....

[Guest guest]

ok..this is the final installment of " things that go creepy in maine "

stories..i'm sure Stephen king's are better, but...

anyways..this one is actually, a tad more humorous, as opposed to

creepy..well..depends i guess

thankfully, its much shorter...

Ok. this part of the tale actually takes place in the curious little state of

connecticut, the nutmeg state, where i had the unfortunate luck of spending my

winters from 1976 to 1985...

on with the tale

well,as i have blathered on recently about these curious lil tales, mike and i

use to do the same thing, whenever we got the chance

anytime we ran into a new group of friends, er were at a party, er happened upon

a hapless person trapped in a phonebooth, we would tell " our Maine stories " (like

i said earlier, a lot more stuff happened, i just don't remember them

anymore...)...

well..one year, probably the following year the aforementioned events

happened..i was maybe...16? i dunno..

anyways...mike was having a party at his house..we lived on a big hill(totucket

mountain), and he was about 6 houses away(1/2 mile)....

this was a wintry nite, his parents went, away, heck if i know where anymore,

just gone fer a day er two, and like teenagers are apt to do, a party was

convened before the parental units car left the driveway

so, we had, oh, over a dozen people over...in mike's basement..eating popcorn,

drinking..well..beer...ahem..and watching movies(suburbia, decline of western

civilization part 1)

and, we were holding forth..telling the maine story...

well...there was one part of the story i hadn't mentioned to you folks yet

and this is why

if ya'll will recall..i mentioned the upstairs main room..right past the

stairs..big room, mostly empty, except fer a big pile of junk in the

middle..where mike found the flag???

weeeeelllllll

wot i hadn't mentioned was....while we up there, at one point, mike and i had..a

premonition i guess..either that er gas..wotever...

anywho, at one point, and i can still remember this clearly, we stopped, and

looked at each other, and apparantly we both had this strange look on our faces,

and blurted out at the same time " are you thinking wot ti;m thinking?? "

wot we both had in our fevered lil brains, simultaneoulsy..was the image, of a

woman, young i believe..sitting in the corner of the room, hair all

bedraggled...laughing and giggling to herself, rockin back and forth..eyes

white..and holding some sort of implement , like a knife, in her hands..and just

...well..looking at us, tho, with blind eyes...just rockin back and forth...

this lil revalation we both felt didn't do much fer our jitters

onwards to connecticut

well..we are telling the maine story, in the basement of mike's house..curled up

in chairs, probably putting each other's hair up in spikes, etc..and we were

watchin a movie..it was a movie we had never seen before..

it was called the Evil Dead

fer those of you unfamiliar..quick synopsis...college kids go to cabin in

woods..college kids find Necronomicon and translations there of, college kids

release demons which then kill everyone, woods come alive, destruction, death,

mayhem, G-rated entertainment fer sure.....

anyways

soo..we are telling the story

and...

we come to the part where we both felt a presence in the room upstairs...

and as we were talking about it...in the movie...one of the woman is ..possessed

by a demon, and ...

she is sitting in a doorway, eyes boiled fish belly white..rocking back and

forth, alughing..

and...mike and i just look at each other as this lil synchronicity comes

together.....

and the lights go out

AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!

ever seen over a dozen teens with spikey hair try to go up the same narrow

flight of stairs, at the same time, trying to all exist in the same space...??

must have been quite humorous...

popcorn went everywhere, drinks airborne..as the mad scramble, dash, crush

tumbled up the stairs and out the front door..

kids running and floundering thru the snow.....screaming, laughing, yelling,

cursing, etc and so forth..

some of our friends just kept running...some didn't come back that nite(which

must have sucked, cuz no one lived near us...)

 

well..we looked out over mike's snow covered lawn..watching kids scatter to the

corners of the known world...and all the lights on that part of the hill were

out...you could see the lights of the town on down below..but, up

here..black....

after several minutes..power came back on...

several of us, bravely went back inside..well, after pushing and shoving someone

else thru the door first....

slowly went downstairs..and cleaned up a bit

party was over...tv was not turned back on..popcorn was quickly swept, vaccummed

er fed to the dawg, beer bottles quickly picked up..and mike came and slept at

my house that nite....

the end of part 3...

there are smaller maine stories....but, that is all i'll bore you with fer

now....

next..the tales of connecticut.....

cheers

fraggle