Taking a weekend break from The Town of Point Place to bring you
McMillan House
Donna becomes enchanted by a house, the oldest in Point Place
…She asks Hyde to do her a few favors….
Very, very loosely based on the film, Burnt Offerings. (1976)
Hyde (Frank Cullen)
It was the coolest thing he had ever seen when he made his way into the garage. The urge to smoke was disappearing when he caught the sight of the yellow 1935 Auburn Speedster. He put his hands across the body of the car, not being able to move, every useless thought leaving his brain until he was just one with the car. He couldn't stop looking at the beautiful machine on wheels; he loved that car and never wanted to leave it.
Kelso (Michael McMillan)
What wrong turn? He thought when he got the rectangular swimming pool. The humming sound coming from the filter erasing every thought he ever had, the water was beautiful. He didn't have turn to around he knew there was lounge chair that would mold to his body. He never wanted to stop looking at the peaceful water that he loved.
Jackie (Abigail Tate)
The door closed and locked loudly behind her, but she didn't hear a sound. She walked to the open jewelry armoire and put her hands over the baubles, pearls, gold, silver, diamonds, sapphires, rubies, everything she touched, deleted everything she used to be. She opened up the walk-in closet and sat underneath all of the clothes that belonged to her, the things that she loved and things that she would never part with. Her favorite was an silk emerald green colored scarf.
Fez (James Martinez)
Fez walked into the room on the second floor. It was an infant nursery. All he could do was hold on to the edges of wooden crib. Nothing mattered but the baby. Who took the baby, his thoughts being that of the whereabouts of the baby that should be in its crib.
Eric (Chet McMillan)
He stared the garden from the breakfast nook window. The grass needed mowing, the plants needed pruning, he knew of nothing expect of this private moment and the house that he loved very much. He put his hands on the window and waited.
None of them could move, they were trapped in-between worlds.
Donna let the tape recorder fall out of her hands, unaware of the fate of her friends,
She was cold, so very cold.
She kept walking up the stairs until she reached the attic. There was a sitting room
up here; it was like a separate furnished apartment. There was a white shawl across the rocking chair, she
could've sworn she heard her name being called, but that was impossible.
Sit down
Donna sat in the rocking chair; her hands shook as she reached for the teacup on the end table, she drank the
hot tea that was waiting for her.
Wait for him to come to you.
Wait for all of them to come to you.
and Donna (as Grandma Beverly McMillan)
The energy was released
Hyde, Kelso, Jackie, Fez, and Eric all sighed at the same time, their original memories brought to the surface, yet
they were unable to move for a few seconds, the kind that feel like hours.
They had to lose in order to learn to love.
"There you are, Eric." Donna was wearing a red-dress from the turn of the century.
She had a cameo around her neck with its black silk ribbon cord so it could be worn like a choker. Her hair was
put in a tight bun.
He turned around, but Donna wasn't there.
"Donna…."
Eric followed his instincts that told him she was upstairs in the attic room. He knocked at the door; he felt he
needed to show his respect.
"Donna,"
"Come in, Eric, and close the door, it's cold, so cold, so very cold."
He let out a small laugh, "What are you doing in that get up? Joke's over. Let's get out of here, this house is
creepy." He reached for her hand, but she didn't take it.
"This is our home now."
"Oh, okay."
"I need you to bring me the others….please join me and help me run this house."
The wood creaked and made him jump out of his skin, he fell backwards and watched Donna rapidly age to an
85-year-old-woman right in front of his eyes.
"Help me up, my kind grandson."
"Shit…."
Eric got up and ran back towards the door, it was locked; he tried kicking it, as Donna slowly walked towards
him.
"You just need to remember the love you felt."
She put her hands on his trembling shoulders the embrace taking him in.
Chet, the Gardner, Mrs Beverly McMillan's Grandson.
Who died in June of 1935 when his yellow sports car, an Auburn Speedster crashed into a tree on prom night.
Hyde wanted to get into the car and drive it. He didn't want to hot wire the beauty. This house was a little
frightening although he'd never admit it.
"Oh, hi, Forman, what are you doing here?"
"Who is Forman? I'm Chet McMillan." He clicked his gardening shears.
Hyde laughed, "Where did you find those clothes? You look like a reject from Little House on the Prairie, man."
"Grandma wants to see you."
"Grandma? The stash you have is obviously stronger than Leo's."
"I'll take you to her room."
Hyde decided to play along; he was always game for a good burn. They walked up the stairs, Hyde complaining
every step of the way; he hated walking from his little white kitchen chair to the TV. When he knocked on the
door, he turned around and Eric wasn't there. There was a figure in the rocking chair, knitting. Maybe it was
Kelso in drag.
"You're finally here."
When she looked up and he saw that it was an elderly Donna, he felt his stomach churn.
"Please join me, and help me run this house…."
She got out of her chair and tripped over her skirt, knowing that this man would never harm an old lady.
Hyde helped her up.
"You just need to remember the love that you felt."
Frank Cullen, the Chauffer
Chet wanted to drive his own car and not get a ride to the school dance in the family limousine.
Michael McMillan, Chet's more handsome, but not as smart older brother.
He made fun of Chet for wanting to stay as on as a gardner. He was slightly envious that Grandma McMillan favored
him.
James Martinez, the Butler
Who always made sure Grandma McMillan was taken care of and knew of the dark secret.
Abigail Tate
The rich debutante girl who was torn between Chet and Michael who lives in the mansion.
Grandma McMillan was happy; they were all home where they belonged. There was a knock on her door, it
would be James making sure her bed was turned and that she had a carafe of water at her end table.
"Come in, James."
"Mrs. McMillan, may I turn your bed for you?"
"Not yet. Where is everyone?"
I know, but I want you to tell me.
"Chet and Michael are fighting over lady Abigail again and Frank is closing the garage
for the night."
"Nothing can tear two brothers apart than the love of a lady. Can you put on my bath water, James?"
"Sure, would you like your lavender salts put in?"
"Yes, that would be lovely."
Chet…..come to me, I need you to talk to me. I'm lonely, I'm old, I'm cold….so very cold.
10:15 p.m.
"Hi Grandma," Chet kissed her on the cheek, "I had a feeling that you wanted to talk to me." He placed a small
vase of wildflowers next to the carafe of water.
"Everything okay, son?" It meant the world to her that he didn't want to be a titan of business and industry; he
wanted to stay here with her and tend to the garden.
"Abby says she loves me, but then she goes off with Michael, as if I'm nothing."
"You're not nothing." She put her hand on his cheek, "When's the dance, honey?"
"Tomorrow."
"I hope you'll take the limousine. I don't like that sports car of yours."
"I'll be fine."
"Where's Frank?"
Downstairs smoking the cigars that belonged to my late husband. Oh, I hate him.
"Doing what he always does after he closes the garage. Steals one of Granddad's cigars. Why do we keep him
on again?"
"Because underneath it all, he's a good employee. Give me a kiss; I'm too old to be staying up past 10.
You stay safe, Chetty. Grandma loves you."
"I love you too, Gram."
Pool
"Nighttime, swim!" Michael shouted and jumped into the pool.
It should've been you.
Abigail came out of the pool house wearing a just silk robe.
Slut.
Grandma McMillan clutched her blankets tight, causing the water in the pool to gently wave, closing her eyes
even tighter, the water moved faster until Michael felt the movements of some force violently push his head
under the water.
Just giving you a good scare Michael.
"Michael, Oh my god," Abigail searched for something, she was deathly afraid of water, she threw in a plastic life
preserver and waited on bated breath that his frantic hands would find it.
Stop.
"Oh, Thank God! Michael, what happened…?"
She helped him up, patting his back as he coughed up the water.
"I don't know."
8:30 a.m.
"Why do I have to bring up your breakfast?" Said Frank positioning the tray in Grandma McMillan's bed.
She could hear the internal screaming last night; it was a wonderful joyous sound. They were trapped. There
was no way out, she had their bodies, they were never going to leave this house. The names Donna, Eric, Hyde,
Fez, Kelso, and Jackie meant nothing to her. They were only the vessels that she needed to bring the
inhabitants of McMillan house back. Back to die.
"Because I asked for you to."
You were supposed to be driving the limousine and take Chet to the dance.
"Do you need to go to town?"
No and neither do you. You need to fix the Speedster.
"No. Just do your job, you handle that, can't you?"
"You're a bitter old woman."
"I'd watch my words, Frank, I'd watch my words."
Just do you job and you leave my beautiful Grandson in my care.
12:25 p.m.
Grandma McMillan wanted James to get the elevator ready so she could go the parlor and talk to Abigail.
"How was school today, dear?"
"You got out of your room! I don't know. I don't remember going. Isn't that odd? But I just love being in this
house so much. I almost don't want to go to the prom."
"This house is lovely, just lovely. Where's Michael?"
"At the pool. Bothering Chet."
Oh you love them fighting over you! You think it's good idea to destroy the talented potential of good men.
You are a calculating slut.
And no one is going to the prom.
Dinner in the Grand Dining Room before Prom Night
"I think you are mistaken, Chet, Abigail is my girl, and she's going to the prom tonight with me. Why don't you
stay home and tend to your girly garden?"
"Sit down, you're nothing, but a bully, Michael."
"You favor him over me, Grandma."
Because it should have been you.
"Where's Abby anyway?"
"She's getting ready for the dance."
Abigail was relaxing in the bath. Grandma McMillan said she could even borrow her lavender bath salts. She
would dance with both of the brothers at the prom. She didn't know whom she loved. She had a beauty mask
on to cover her eyes. She heard the door open and laughed. She knew it wasn't Chet, because he'd never be
so bold as to come into her bathroom uninvited.
"Oh, I hear you, Michael! I should tell you to go away, but, it's not like you haven't seen me naked before."
"You are the reason all of this happened."
It was Frank the Chauffer, he took his strong arms and tightened her favorite green scarf around her neck as
submerged her head under the water. Her arms and legs flapped until there was no more air for her to breathe.
He left her bathroom quietly.
15 minutes later
"Where is she? Did she leave the grounds?" Michael asked his hands on his hips.
No one is leaving the grounds.
"You're not concerned for Abigail. You don't deserve her."
"Chet, I swear I will kick your ass. Grandma's not here to protect you now."
"Grandma is right here, James, be a dear, and get me my favorite sweater. I left it in
the library."
But that's not where you are to walk.
James forgot about the sweater when he heard the baby crying, he went into the nursery.
You got the slut pregnant.
"Frank, what are you doing here in the dark?"
"Waiting for you. You don't think I know about what you have done, Abby's parents are in debt, and they are
wealthy in name only. You got her pregnant…and she figured since she was playing both Chet and Michael, she
was trying to figure out which one she could trap."
"That's not true."
"And the baby won't be born with brown skin?"
"This isn't your business, F-Uh."
He never saw the knife coming as he fell over the crib causing it to break into many pieces as his body hit the
floor with the a thud.
Parlor
"You leave him cool off, Chetty. You stay with me."
"No one loves me." Abigail was going to stand him up.
"I love you more than you will ever know."
Michael's vindictive.
Outside
Michael would show his brother. He stole the keys off his dresser when he was busy getting attention from
Grandma and didn't notice. He didn't care where Abigail was; he was just wanted to leave the house for a while.
He was going to take the Speedster for a spin around the block.
No one leaves this house.
"Come on, Frank," Michael beeped the horn, "Get out of the way."
Why was he standing in front of the big metal gate?
No one leaves this house.
Michael tried to put on the breaks, but the car lunged forward hitting Frank killing him instantly, the car flipped
over ejecting Michael and throwing him into the pool.
Grandma's Room
"It looks like it's just you and me." Chet helped his grandmother in her bed; she was too tired to change out of
her clothes.
"Hold my hand, Chetty, I'm cold, so very cold."
I never want you to leave me.
Chet sat next to his Grandmother and held her hand; she squeezed it as tight as she was able to.
I took care of it, they're all dead….I love you, my sweet grandson.
Go to the box on the mantle and do me a favor.
Chet walked over to the fireplace and grabbed the box that contained his Grandfather's .38
Do it, my sweetie, do it for, Grandma.
She watched him calmly take the gun out of the box, aimed it at his head, and swiftly pulled the trigger.
Grandma McMillan got out of the bed, her legs feeling youthful, the transformation going back to the 17 year old
girl from Point Place, Wisconsin who only wanted to do a story on the McMillan house for a school paper. Her red
hair was coming out of the bun and was straight down to her shoulders. The dress was morphing into her
normal clothes of a blue t-shirt and jeans, her skin, soft, that of a 17 year old. The new knowledge, mixing with
the old, her mouth let out a silent scream, followed by a real one, when she saw her boyfriend lying dead in
front of her with a bullet in his brain. Then she just knew Jackie was dead in a bathtub, Hyde strangled her to
death, he fixed the brakes on the sports car, so that Michael would run him over as well and kill himself. Hyde
stabbed Fez, who was in the nursery. She didn't know what to do; she was in a state of shock when she sat in
her favorite rocking chair.
This reality wasn't the right reality. She put the white shawl over shoulders; she was cold, so very cold. She
loved this house and never ever wanted to leave it.
I need someone to talk to me. I'm lonely, I'm old, I'm cold….so very cold,
She flashed in and out of coherent thoughts, of who she was and whom the people were that died before the
police found everyone 3 hours later.
"What's your name, Miss?" asked the police officer.
This is what the kid's of 1977 get when they go trespassing through condemned properties. This mansion
should've been torn down ages ago. It was in total disarray. It was nothing liked this girl described it. There
was no running water; no water for the broken pool, the garden dead, and the car was a wrecked mess from
decades ago that for reasons unknown no one had towed away. No one has lived in this house proper since
1935 when Beverly McMillan's favorite grandson Chet was killed in a car accident.
"My name," She looked in the mirror on the table and saw exactly who she was, "is Mrs. Beverly McMillan." The
woman that she always destined to be, "Oh, where's my sweet Grandson Chet? How I miss him so."
The police took Donna away for psychiatric evaluation as two ambulances left the property to take the bodies of
5 teenagers to the city morgue so that their parents and caregivers could identify them.
Cut to: Photographs on the upstairs black baby grand piano, of various young people from various decades
starting with 1936 – All with the same dynamic, that mirrored the McMillan's, cut to the photograph positioned in
the front with 6 familiar young folks, sitting in a basement, smiling.
The windows were locked, but the rocking chair swayed on its own as if it had a human mind.
The house would repair itself once again as it waited for its next victims.
"I need you to bring me the others….please join me and help me run this house. Please remember the love that you
felt."
END*
Author's Note: This was written before The Town of Point Place, but I didn't want to put it
up until that story was almost over. *There is a bonus 2nd chapter.
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