Wrong Place Wrong Time (Killer Gene) Excerpt from The House Of Bachuss Chapter 4: (Causes and Conditions)
The accidental tourist had called the number by a command on his
cell phone
He drunkenly said, “Baghk-ooze” instead of Back-uss. As in the restaurant. The House’s
number came up.
It’s a telephone line
that usually can only be reached by going through a series of
algorithmic mazes.
Thus his smart phone’s gps lead him to a side door.
“Who are you?” The
accidental tourist asked.
He carelessly stepped
inside.
“Hello, my name is Henry Howard Helms. My friends call me
‘Howard.’” The door slammed
behind the tourist.
“Is this The House of Baghck-ooooze?” Once again his drunkenness
caused him to say
the House’s name
correctly. Then the tourist got more frightened as he started having a
memory that was Julius. The memory of the door when it closed.
Julius insisted to walk to the chair alone. It was his last
living act of dignity.
Howard smiled gleefully. For once, he could do what he had
wanted to do. Helms
lunged forward.
Stabbing him in the stomach. The drunkard, swung his arm widely
barely missing
Helms’ head.
Helms stepped back and
the accidental drunken tourist fell forward and landed face first.
The knife went deep
into his stomach.
Helms knew he had to move fast. He looked around, forgetting
about the tools
in his pockets. There was
a pen attached by a thin wire to a clipboard.
Helms gripped the pen and
started stabbing.
Then he wrapped the wire around the drunkard’s throat. He heard
the pen roll
across the floor.
Covered in blood, the words ‘House of Bacchus’ could still be scene,
YES SIR, YOU ARE IN THE CORRECT PLACE. THIS IS
THE HOUSE OF BAGHCKKOOOZE!”
Helms had never felt so strong. He then felt in the pockets of
his scrubs.
He had a huge syringe. He dug deep in the accidental tourist
stomach through his flesh, and
intestines. He pulled the
scissors out. Put the scissors in his pocket.
Then he stabbed him in the neck with the syringe.
Emptied the fluid in to the huge vein. Henry Howard Helms heard
the drunkards
heartbeat slowing down. Could hear him gurgling in his throat.
Felt the accidental tourist body
temperature dropping.
“I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME!” Helms screamed, as
he turned him over. He knew,
just knew that he would get strength by stealing his life force.
The accidental tourist eyes glazed over. Helms laughed
gleefully.
He knew, just knew that he had killed The Man. Then he grabbed
him underneath
his arms.
Started dragging him down the hallway. The House sucked in the
pool and
traces of blood through unseen cracks in the floor. Strange sounds came from the house.
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