FRIGHT NIGHT
1985
Rose's Journey 1
Blood Atonement
By
~GaGa4FrightNight~
Chapter One
The sky overcast with a thin layer of clouds which gave the sky more of a grayish white appearance instead of clear blue and sunlit. And staring up at the gloomy sky were the blue eyes of seventeen year old Rose Garrett. Her eyes peered through the combination of the lenses of her black framed glasses and the window of the backseat of the wide load 1978 station wagon, the back overflowed with stuffed trash bags and filled boxes.
It was the same sky Rose had watched all day long and yesterday and the day before that. It was nearly a two day travel stuck in the half loaded backseat while her younger ten year old brother Jacob road shotgun in the front seat with their father John Garrett behind the steering wheel. She spent most of the travel deafened by the headphones of her cassette player Sony Walkman while the two guys in front jabbered on and on about sports and whatever else fathers and sons talked about. Her silence was caused by the dislike of having to move away from all her friends who were left behind at the east coast along with the only family home she had known since she was two years of age.
Now their destination was pretty much reached.
Rose understood why they had to move so far away. Her dad's employment decided to transfer him to one of recently taken over factories. John Garrett really had no choice, either transfer or lose his job and so he of course chose the transfer. Though she understood, she still hated it. She felt as if her life was going into the total shit hole because they had to move into a new house within a new town and she soon would be forced to be the new kid at a new high school. Never has she been the new kid, knew the same kids all her life.
There was nothing but dread inside the teenager while her younger brother, several years younger, was actually excited about their family of three being uprooted and taken away from everything. She dreaded everything from the move that was almost to an end, unpacking their belongings inside a whole different and unfamiliar house, and most dreaded was the moment she had to step foot onto those new school grounds to feel like a pariah amongst her new peers. But what was the hardest was leaving behind the town and the cemetery her mother was buried.
The driver's door slammed closed just as one song faded before moving into another and Rose finally looked to John after hours of staring out the window.
John Garrett first smiled at his son Jacob then looked into the rear view mirror to the reflected back seat where his daughter sat, she had basically put him on the fence with a typical dose of silent treatment. "Well," he cleared his throat, ignored Rose's typical stone face of dislike then looked to the more cheerful expression of Jacob's, "I got the keys to the new house and next stop is 99 Oak."
John enjoyed Jacob's enthusiasm, the younger of the two literally cheered with excitement while Rose basically did her typical eye roll of lesser than enthusiastic attitude. "Okay, we ready?" he asked, held onto his cheery smile.
Jacob practically shouted, "Damn straight, Dad!"
John sort of was surprised by his son's language but simply laughed it off. He didn't expect a single word from the pouter in the backseat and so the station wagon was revved up and pulled away from the realtor's office. He drove towards a small suburban neighborhood that had been around since the town blossomed.
Within about fifteen minutes the boat of a vehicle rolled onto Oak Street.
Jacob literally bounced in the front seat with his neck stretched out to spot the family's new house.
Rose continued to stare out the window, watched the perky little houses and their white picket fences slowly pass by. Some houses seemed older than others by at least decades with the typical family lived in look but well maintained. She imagined the house they were going to be living looked similar to those houses they passed and just as prim and proper too.
John called out, "There it is."
Rose finally pried her eyes from the window then peered over the front seat to catch a quick glimpse of their new house. Her eyes frowned then widened with shock, the house looked nothing like the others around it. She looked to the back of her dad's head in disbelief and grimaced in thought, that huge creepy house was their new home?
"You gotta be shitting me!" Rose finally spoke after days of virtual silence. She slid her glasses down to the tip of her nose and it didn't make the image of the house look any better, just blurred. She reluctantly pushed the glasses back up the bridge of her slightly freckled nose to see the house in clear detail. Her definite first impression was the house looked old and creepy.
"Oh, she finally speaks." John chimed, heard his daughter's voice for the first time in days, then he smartly asked, "Does this mean the silent treatment is over?" He glanced at Rose in the rear view mirror and immediately picked up on her shock about the state of their new home. "Hey, I know it doesn't look like much," he defended the house, "But the inside looks better than the outside, promise." He hoped the house's interior did, he never saw it.
John wound the steering wheel and rolled the wagon onto the driveway of their new home. "Ah, the movers are here." he smiled, tried to make the change seem less painful than he knew it really was, for Rose especially, "Great timing, now we can get to work unloading then unpacking."
"Damn, Dad, the house is big." Jacob said with more excitement then just as excitedly asked, "Is it old?" He looked to his dad as the wagon parked behind the moving truck.
"Yeah, built back in the nineteen-twenties I think, I can't remember." John answered his son's enthusiastic question then shut down the wagon and gestured with a nod of his head that it was time for them to get out and check out their new house.
John climbed out but not as fast as Jacob who basically raced down the rest of the drive. He shut the car door, planted his hand on his hip and scanned up the height of the old place while he spun the house keys around and around his finger.
The backseat door slammed.
John turned and looked, saw the misery over his daughter's face, "Come on," he sang then waved a hand in gesture for Rose to follow, "You can have first dibs on whatever room you want." He moved towards the front of the house with hopes that giving Rose first selection would bring her a bit more out of her miserable shell.
Rose kept a frown as she scanned her eyes over the massive house, thought it was creepy and looked more like it was condemned than livable. She heard her dad call her name and with a heavy foot she reluctantly made her way to the rickety looking front porch. She could hear Jacob constantly shouting 'wow' and 'look at that' and other excited remarks. She hated her brother's excitement.
Soon Jacob's running feet were heard coming up behind Rose then he raced passed and literally leapt up onto the front porch. "Wow, it's got a balcony thing too!" she listened in disgust to her brother's continuance of overly excited observations. She stomped up the front steps, hands shoved in her jacket pockets, and headphones still propped over her ears with the music turned down.
"Hurry up, Dad." Jacob repeated over and over.
Rose rolled her eyes with annoyance.
Before the door was completely opened Jacob went and ran into the house practically shoving John aside.
John stepped aside, outstretched his arm and offered Rose entrance before him. He continued to smile though Rose refused to even crack one. His eyes followed as she stepped over the threshold with slumped shoulders, head down, and a slow reluctance about each of her heavy steps. He shook his head and entered the house and immediately heard Jacob running around the large house moving through every room saying 'wow' to this and that followed by shouting out his observations about specific details of everything the kid discovered. He bought the house pretty cheap not having the option to buy anything newly built in more substantial subdivisions. His employer paid for the majority of the house's purchase, including relocation fees.
John's eyes scanned about the old house. He saw there was work to be done, some projects had been started by the previous owner. One big project was the replacement of the huge window at the top of the stairs which was currently covered by layers of plywood.
John stepped up to the elaborate staircase. The place certainly had a type of charm, he thought, with plenty of its original design elements that included the almost Grecian looking statues guarding the foot of the stairs. He was informed that the previous owner had just up and left without word and left behind all of their belongings which were stored in the basement and was his responsibility to discard. And he was told that some local hooligans had gotten into the house and busted out every single one of the basement windows, also the one at the top of the stairs.
Rose felt as if she were in hell as her frowned eyes looked around at the house's dated décor. The house seemed more along the lines of something some old couple would live in or maybe it was more a project for someone into restoring old houses. There was nothing about the house that felt warm and cozy or family inviting. She missed the old house which was all warm and cozy with more brightly colored walls. The East Coast family home was decorated by her mother which also made it more appealing. That old shit hole was dark and dingy, she grimaced with thought, smelled like stale ancient dust.
Her eyes peered up the staircase then looked to the massive boarded up hole. A ton of questions entered her already frustrated mind. What the hell was wrong with her dad? Why did her dad buy something that looked as if were meant to be party central for illegal parties hosted by a bunch of drunken teens? He expected her to live in that thing?
Her eyes continued to frown in disgust which twisted her lips into a grimace.
Jacob darted passed Rose and leapt onto the stairs, he raced upward.
"The hell you are!" Rose shouted then raced passed her dad and darted up the stairs. There was no way the little jerk was getting first dibs, so at the landing, she reached out then snatched Jacob by the back collar of his denim jacket and jerked him backwards. She darted forward.
"Be careful and behave!" John shouted up the stairs then shook his head and headed toward the back of the house to begin assisting the hired movers with unloading the truck, "I'll be out back!"
Rose's instincts told her that double doors meant the best room in the house. She grabbed the doorknobs and Jacob raced up behind her. She turned to the side and kicked her foot at him. "Back off, shithead!" she growled at him then bragged, "Dad says I get first dibs so back your butt off!"
"He did not!" Jacob refused to believe their dad would give her such a privilege.
Rose held tightly one doorknob then leaned towards the boy, "Why not go and ask him, huh?" she challenged the annoying little brother then again bragged, "And while you do that I'll be checking out my new bedroom!"
"Fine, I'm gonna." Jacob narrowed his eyes at his big sister with his arms crossed over his chest. He spun around and started yelling loudly for their father.
Rose rolled her eyes, heard Jacob's yells continue down the stairs. She faced the doors, turned the knobs then pushed both doors inward. Finally a smile lifted over her slightly full lips then with her blue eyes widened behind the frames of her glasses, she stepped through the opening.
The room's décor mimicked that of the rest of the house. The décor told the house's original age. She stepped further into the room, left it's somewhat entryway, and immediately discovered a fireplace to her left.
For the first time since she learned they were moving, she was excited. She hurried in front of the fireplace, dragged her hands over the intricate and dusty mantelpiece. Her mind already imagined what she would put atop the mantel. Family and friend photographs and her mother's wooden jewelry box would look perfect atop the mantel.
She turned around and scanned the rest of the room, mentally arranged her furniture and imagined them in the right places. Her mind visualized her heavy metal posters and where they would be tacked to the walls. She crossed her arms over her chest, continued to smile then mentally noted, that was her bedroom. She nodded, agreed with herself.
Her eyes looked to one of the windows.
She moved across the room and stepped before the window. She grabbed the hem of the drawn shade and gave it a tug and it snapped, startled her a bit, and rolled into a loose scroll. Her eyes shifted down from the scrolled blind then looked through the window which looked directly into the neighbor's window. She lifted up the window, let in the cool fresh air, the room was as stuffy as the rest of the house. Her eyes focused on the neighboring window and she wondered who lived there.
Feeling the cool air, she hugged her arms over her chest. She ducked, leaned her elbows against the sill and poked her head out. Her head shifted side to side and she looked down the length of the yard below. Coming from the back of the house, she heard the ruckus of the movers and her brother's big whiny mouth. She smirked, knew Jacob was told the horrible news that she indeed got first dibs.
She inhaled in the cool air then slipped back inside, turned and decided to help out by telling the movers where the furniture went.
Hours and hours passed and slowly the inside of the house was filled with family belongings and furniture which didn't match the house's vintage décor. Cardboard boxes began to fill each room being placed in the center within the circles of furniture. Jacob ran in and out and in and out, tried to be useful though he was more of a hindrance to the movers. John desperately tried to keep the kid out of the movers way, gave the boy his own belongings to put in the other room on the second floor.
Rose had already announced her bedroom choice which she bragged had its own fireplace. She kept close watch of her bedroom furniture as it was hauled upstairs while she helped unload the back of the wagon that held most of their clothing shoved into trash bags. She focused more on her room, wanted to get it familiar and comfortable as soon as possible while everyone else focused on the rest of the house.
She put her bed together, once her mom's childhood full sized bed with a white metal headboard. All the bedroom furniture was passed down to her after her mom's parents passed away one after the other. All the furniture matched, the dresser, vanity, and bedside tables.
She unpacked all her collected items from stuffed animals, her mom's old porcelain doll collection, and tons of framed photos to each and every knickknack collected throughout her seventeen years. Piece by piece her room became more familiar which included, gradually hiding the vintage décor behind new wallpaper made from an array of collected heavy metal band posters, massive posters of her fantasy rock god studs who typically ruled their bands as lead singers.
When her record player was set up in some well provided nook over near the double doors, she dropped some vinyl. The music that once played through her headphones played through two speakers. Her record collection consisted of all heavy metal, from its origins to the present. That current spun and played record was Quiet Riot's Metal Health with the scratchy and nearly raunchy vocals of Kevin DuBrow.
She jammed out to the music. Let's Get Crazy blared as she continued to create her unique version of wallpaper. All the windows in the room were open with the music loudly passing through. She bounced around the room with a little head banging tossing about the tousle of strawberry blonde hair that was piled to the crown of her head with a red and white bandana tied around the hairline, the knot at the nap of her neck. She made her bed, tucked the blue sheet then tossed on the blue floral comforter followed by the fluffy pillows covered in matching shams. She was in her own little world just as her bedroom back home always been. Now her new room took the original's place.
On the mantel she placed a few framed photos of her mom followed by many group pictures of her friends she was forced to abandon.
She stopped her little impromptu dance party of one and stared at the images set across the mantel with a wooden music box in the center. Her eyes focused on the widely smiling faces of those abandoned friends which included hers. One photo she loved, it basically captured the moment she finally got to attend her first heavy metal concert, Dio.
The concert was one her greatest achievements, gave her all in high school classes just to earn that opportunity. She and her friends piled together in the huge conversion van and went to the concert having the time of their lives though they were seated in the balcony. One night of pure enjoyment, craziness, and lived the teenaged dream with no adults and enjoyed heavy metal greatness with the most wicked and magical voice of infamous Ronnie James Dio, the God of mystical heavy metal.
Her eyes shifted from the joyous images and looked to the beautiful face of her mother's. All her life she was told she got her looks from her mother, Anne Garrett, and was proud of that fact. She was told over and over that her mom's genetics kicked the crap out of her dad's which left her with the identical hair, eyes, and much of the features.
She pressed her fingertips against her lips then presented a kiss to the image of her mom. "Love you," she sang with a soft smile then turned away from the fireplace then walked to the record player to put an end to hours of making that room her own.
Once the record player was turned off, she heard voices come from outside. Of course she recognized her dad's voice but the other she didn't.
She walked to the nearest window and discovered her dad at the front of the house on the sidewalk apparently meeting their neighbor, a middle aged woman. She crossed her arms over her chest with her eyes intensely focused on the two smiling faces and listened to the sound of laughter come from both the neighbor and her dad. Not enjoying the display, she quickly closed the window then jerked down the blind and continued doing so with the other window. There was difficulty imagining her dad even chatting with another woman that wasn't her mom.
Anne Garret had passed away two years prior after a failed battle with cancer, Leukemia and for those two years John Garrett never once considered another woman which influenced his daughter's dislike of any sign of attraction towards another woman.
John smiled wide as he continued to enjoy his meeting with their nearest neighbor just over the white picket fence, Judy Brewster. He discovered that Judy was an employee at the factory his company had taken over which he was sent to oversee its transfer. He was eagerly joined by Jacob who came darting out of the house, down the steps and jumped right beside him. "And this is my son Jacob." John introduced his son to the kind and giddy new neighbor, "Jacob, this is our neighbor Judy."
Jacob smiled wide and loudly sang, "Hi."
"Oh, aren't you just the cutest." Judy sang then bent down and pinched a fleshy piece of Jacob's little cheek, "Sort of reminds of Charley when he was that age."
"Oh, your son Charley," John nodded, heard her speak about her son in their short introduction, he asked, "How old is he again?"
"He just turned eighteen and graduating way too soon." Judy sang then sighed, "They grow up so fast." She shook her head as she smiled down at the cute brown haired and brown eyed little man.
"Yeah, tell me about it." John laughed in agreement, "Rose turns eighteen this coming up February."
"Oh, that's right, you have a daughter too." Judy chimed then commented, "If Charley didn't already have himself a sweetheart...well you know what I mean." She giggled, gave John a light cuff against his upper arm.
John again laughed, "Yeah, well they could always be friends. Rose is gonna need someone to show her around and help her make some new friends."
"Where is your daughter?" Judy asked with curiosity, looked over at the house that once sheltered another handsome devil who turned out to be more of a devil than first perceived, "I would love to meet her."
"She's still in her room." Jacob eagerly answered then added, "She's always in her room even back home."
"Well, that's teenagers for you." Judy giggled, "Only around you when they're hungry or need money. Other than that they stay in their room all day or out with their friends." she glanced at her wrist watch, "Well, I have to be going. I'm working the late shift." she reached and tousled Jacob's hair, "Nice to meet you, Jacob." Then she looked to the new handsome and single addition to the neighborhood and sang, "And a pleasure meeting you, John." She offered her hand to who was basically her new boss.
John shook Judy's hand and pleasantly replied, "Pleasure's all mine, Judy. And, I guess, I'll see you around."
"Oh, well, perhaps this weekend you and your children would like to come over for dinner." Judy quickly offered, refused to pass up an opportunity such as a good looking single man.
"That would be great." John nodded in agreement, "How about Saturday."
"That would be wonderful." Judy chimed excitedly, "Saturday at six."
John agreed, "Great, sounds good to me." He kept his smile.
"Okay," Judy stepped backwards, "Saturday at six then. Bye." She flashed a big smile then turned with an almost girlish giggle.
"She smiles too much." Jacob commented, watched the woman sashay away then look over her shoulder at his dad.
"There's no such thing, Son." John reached over and pinched his son's cheek, mocked what Judy had done then said, "You're just the cutest."
"Dad," Jacob grumbled then knocked his dad's hand away, "That shit hurts."
John's mouth dropped, "Son!"
"What?" Jacob frowned, not sure what he had done wrong and stated, "Rose says it all the time."
"Well, don't use that word again." John scolded though the incident was somewhat humorous. He shifted his son towards the house by the shoulders and warned, "Next time I'll wash your mouth out with soap."
"Ewe," Jacob grimaced then, with hope, asked, "You gonna wash Rose's mouth out too?"
"We'll see," John held back a laugh then commented, "She might be too far gone to save her."
"Nah," Jacob shook his head, smiled with hope and said, "I wanna see you do it. It'll be funny."
Father and son reentered their now cluttered house which looked all out of order with boxes and furniture everywhere.
"It's about supper time," John said, it begun to get dark outside then asked, "How about we go to town and check out the pizza joint?"
"Sure!" Jacob smiled wide, pizza was his favorite food in the whole world.
"Hey, Rose!" John yelled at the foot of the stairs, "Rose!"
"What?" Rose came from one of the downstairs rooms and asked with a grimace, "Why are ya yelling?"
"Oh," John turned and faced his daughter, "Get ready, we're gonna take a ride into town and get some pizza."
"Dad," Rose wasn't too keen on getting to know the town or its residents then suggested, "You and shithead can go."
"See," Jacob spoke up and pointed accusingly at his sister, he urged his dad, "Wash her mouth out with soap!" He tugged on his wool lined denim jacket.
Rose frowned, then glared at her brother and snapped, "Shut up."
"Rose, kinda watch your language around your brother." John attempted a more civilized approach, "He's picking up on the language." then he asked, "And why don't ya wanna come?"
"Dad," Rose huffed then ignored the language ridicule and gave her excuse, "I just got done doing my entire room. I discovered this huge claw tub in the bathroom and, so, I'm gonna grab my jammies and take me a long soak." she swung around the banister and started up the stairs, "Just bring me some pizza home. Pepperoni, please." She continued up the stairs.
John puckered his lips a bit out of frustration then smiled and looked down at Jacob. "Well, guess it's just me and you, kiddo." he stated the obvious then grabbed his jacket, adult version of Jacob's.
The water filled the soaker porcelain bathtub while Rose was in the room nearest to the bathroom. She dug out towels and washcloths from one of the large trash bags they used for packing cloth items. She already emptied the box labeled bathroom.
It was her first day in the house and first time being alone. The entire house was eerily quiet besides the sound of running water that came through the open bathroom door.
She pulled out a pile of towels and washcloths then carried them into the bathroom setting them stacked on the shelving above the toilet. After closing the bathroom door she removed the clothes she had worn all day long. She felt pretty grubby after achieving the goal of getting her room done. The dirty clothes were tossed in the corner with the clean pajamas set atop the down toilet lid.
She turned off the water and stepped one foot followed by the other into the steaming water. The water felt good after spending most of the day working through the fall chill. The house's heating temporarily disabled because of an ill result from a local inspector. It was obvious the fireplaces would have to be relied on for a source of heat, she hoped.
Once submerged up to the neck in the heated water, she slipped the headphones over her ears to again drown out the silence with the use of good old Motley Crue. She closed her eyes and started humming to the heavy metal melody as her body warmed up. Her head did little short bobs as her submerged feet tapped against the bottom of the tub. It was the first time in days she had some alone time, peace and quiet without the rambunctious little problem running around like a hyper active mad child. Then her moment of being deafened by music was interrupted by loud chimes.
She quickly sat up and jerked the headphones from her ears. Her eyes frowned while shifting from side to side. She heard what sounded like clocks going off. The sounds were traditional coo-coos and loud chimes. She heard similar chimes once before at a friend's house which came from a huge grandfather's clock. And mingled with the grandfather clock chime were other different chimes and dings. She knew they were coming from within the house but where?
She grabbed the sides of the tub then pulled up and carefully stepped out the tub onto a towel laid out as a makeshift bath mat. The air was really chilled with no heat in the house. She grabbed the large faded blue towel, wrapped it over herself then tucked the corner and slowly opened the bathroom door. Her eyes peered out as she listened closely as the array of clock chimes faded in the distance.
Where did the sounds come from?
The only place she could think those eerie chimes came from was the basement and it was the one place she hadn't gone. There was no way in hell she was trekking into some dark and dank basement to investigate the source of those clock sounds.
She stepped back and closed the door then locked it. She thought the sounds were sort of creepy and almost ghostly. She returned to the bathtub, her teeth already chattered from the cold. Then again she placed the headphones over her ears but this time cranked up the music just in case any other eerie sounds wanted to pop up and spook her.
By the time Rose finished her bath, body scrubbed, hair washed and blow dried, her dad and brother had returned with a couple pizzas. She joined them in the kitchen, it too clustered with boxes on the floor and counter tops. They dove into the warm pizzas dining on paper plates and drank their sodas from the can.
"Dad," she spoke up as she chewed on a bite of pizza, "When you guys were gone I heard a shitload of clocks going off."
John frowned a bit in thought then it dawned on him and he stated, "Oh, I bet there's some clocks in the basement. The previous owner left their stuff and it's stored in the basement."
"It sounded more than just some clocks," she commented, "A shitload." She huddled with one arm wrapped over her while bundled under a thick robe with flannel pajama bottoms and sweatshirt underneath.
John shrugged, "Well, I'll be cleaning the basement out in the morning."
"Good," she commented then asked, "What about the heat?"
"Guys are supposed to be here tomorrow afternoon." John explained as he too felt the fall chill inside the house, "That's why I gotta empty the basement so they can get to the furnace."
"What about tonight?" she asked, hated the idea of freezing her butt off until the next night.
John shook his head, wasn't a magician, he couldn't just snap his fingers and bring the furnace to life. "You'll just have to bundle up in blankets." he suggested then took a hefty bite of pizza, "I don't know what else to tell ya." then suggested, "You could crawl in bed with Jacob and me for one night." He saw her face immediately grimace in response to his suggestion.
"Dad," she whined then rolled her eyes, "I ain't ten like someone else." she glanced at Jacob who basically showed her his mouthful of food which intensified her grimace. She asked, "What about the fireplaces?"
"Can't use them until they're inspected." John answered, tired of Rose's reluctance to suffer through one evening without heat.
"Damn it," she whined again and shook her head with frustration.
"Oh, quit whining, Rose." Jacob chimed in with his mouth overflowing with pizza.
"Shut up, shithead," she grumbled at the little annoying sibling, "Was I talking to you? No!"
"Rose, come on." John finally was fed up with his daughter constant attitude changes, "This is our first night in our new house. Let's give it a few days before you get all bent outta shape, okay."
"Ain't new," she corrected her dad, "It's old, run down, no heat, and just plain creepy." She grabbed another slice of pizza, tossed it on her paper plate then tucked a second can of soda in her robe's pocket, "I'm gonna go freeze my ass off in my room."
Rose left the kitchen before anymore could be said. She couldn't understand why her dad refused to see her point of view. There was no way she was going to be happy and perky like her little brother. She was practically an adult and had to pack up and leave everything she's ever known while Jacob had plenty time in his young life to adjust. She determined, before they left, that she was going back east when she turned eighteen, her dad didn't know her decision.
She marched up the stairs in her fluffy bunny slippers layered over thick socks. She shuffled over the landing and entered her bedroom. It was dark outside and lighting the room was the outside streetlamps that glowed through the drawn shades. She turned on the lamp set atop the bedside table, set down the pizza and soda, then marched to the closet and hauled out a thick quilt her mom made.
After layering the bed with the quilt, she went to the record stereo, removed a record from the box filled with her entire collection then slipped the vinyl from its cover and carefully set it onto the turntable.
"A little mood music," she softly laughed to herself then turned on the record player. With a little adjustment of the record arm the music of Def Leppard sounded through the rectangular speakers. She hurried back to the bed, climbed beneath the blankets then proceeded to enjoy her pizza and soda while humming to the rock melodies. Her first night in that old house and she froze even under the blankets, the pizza had already cooled and the soda was really cold.
"This sucks," she grumbled with a mouthful of pizza.
The soda can sat empty atop the bedside table along with the paper plate with one pizza crust edge. The bedroom was silent as was the rest of the house. The chilled breeze outside could be heard softly whistling through the gaps in the old wood window frames.
Rose lay beneath the bundle of blankets with just her sleeping face exposed to the chilly elements. The soft breaths that breathed from her slightly parted lips gradually became more and more visible as the room's temperature seemed to grow colder. Beneath her lids her eyes shifted from side to side then suddenly darted wide open in a startle.
Her eyes shifted as if in search for something. She nervously swallowed, swore she felt as if something was in the room watching her. Her head slowly lifted off the plush pillow, her eyes looked around the room that was quite dark with exception to the streetlight glowing through the drawn shades.
Maybe it was just a dream or the fact the house was creepy and old?
She felt the real iciness of the room, much colder than before she fell asleep.
Perhaps it was colder because it was really late and the outside temperature dropped more?
She slowly laid her head back down against the pillow and gathered the blankets over her head. "This place sucks," she grumbled from beneath the blankets.
(Author)
Yeah, I'm republishing these collection of fan fiction... I've updated and edited.. Did my research with the heavy metal music. Note: this particular story, Chris Sarandon was gifted the cover art done by yours truly... Yeah, met THE MAN and what an amazing man he IS. I truly hope that he maybe or sorta gave this particular story a read, at least this one, the beginning, for it'll explain the artwork. Well, enjoy if this is your first time reading and if your confused because you read this.. well you might give it another read for things have been added, adjusted, and hopefully made better!
FRIGHT NIGHT FOREVA!