I wake up and open my eyes. I am greeted with an unfamiliar ceiling and I jolt up in bed. I look around frantically. I soon realize I've never been in this room before. I quickly push the covers off of my body. I jump up and tip toe to the door. I slowly open the door and I am greeted with a log house. There are stairs right in front of me leading down. I suddenly know where I am. The grandpa's house from The Lost Boys. 'But... that's impossible... Isn't it?' I think looking around me in awe.
"Holy shit!" I whisper.
"What did I say about cussing in this house young lady?" A voice says from behind me causing me to jump and spin around. Grandpa Emerson!
"Uh, sorry, sir," I stammer.
He looks confused. "Sir?"
'Shit me.' I groan internally. "Uh, sure. Why not?"
He chuckles and pats me on the shoulder.
"Your mom and brothers will be here today. Whadaya say we pull a little prank?" he questions walking down the stairs. I smirk and quickly follow.
"Like what?"
"Like I'll play dead and you hide inside," he says and I laugh.
I'm standing inside waiting for them to arrive, with a smirk on my face. I smirk wider when I see Lucy's car pull up, Michael's bike trailing behind her. I watch them approach him quickly.
"He looks dead," Michael says. At least that's what he said in the movie.
"He's just a deep sleeper," Lucy should be saying.
Lucy looks concerned as she feels his head.
"If he's dead can we move back to Phoenix?" Sam says and I chuckle.
Grandpa suddenly opens his eyes.
"Playin' dead... and from what I heard, doin' a damn good job of it, too. Meghan, come on out," he says as Lucy hugs him. I come out slow clapping.
"Bravo family," I say sardonically.
Michael and Sam run over to me and tackle me in a group hug. 'So, I guess they like me. A lot.'
"Sweetheart, your stuff is in the brown and white striped box," Lucy (uh, Mom) says.
I nod and go to the car to grab the box. The box is huge and very heavy. 'How much shit do I need?'
I place the box down as soon as I get inside. Michael carries in his barbels while Sam struggles with his disturbing amount of comics.
"This is kind of a cool place," Mike says looking around.
"For the Texas Chainsaw Massacre," Sam says and I chuckle behind my hand.
"Will you give Mom a break?" Michael asks him.
Sam and I follow Michael into the kitchen. Michael put his stuff down, except for the barbels.
"What's wrong with this picture. There's no TV! Have you seen a TV, Mike? I haven't seen a TV. Do you know what it means when there's no TV? No MTV!" Sam says and Mike looks at me exhausted.
"Hey, Sam, we're flat broke," Michael tells him, pumping the barbels.
"Even poor people have TVs," Sam complains.
"How come you couldn't get Dad to fly us out here, huh?" Mike asks, playfully pushing me.
"It's not my fault you're not a beautiful young lady," I say sarcastically.
He smirks and pokes my nose. "You're right. You're too damn cute for your own good, little girl."
I notice Sam has snuck away.
"Hey! I'm not a little girl," I say. 'Even in movie-land, I'm the short one.'
"You are, too. And more importantly; you're my little girl," he says and I smile at him. He smiles back and wraps an arm around my shoulder.
He leads me upstairs to the room Sam is in, stacking his comic book collection on the shelves.
"This room is mine," Michael announces.
"I was here first," Sam says.
"Okay. I'll flip you for it," Michael says removing his arm from around me.
"Okay..." Sam says.
Michael smiles, grabs Sam suddenly and flips him upside down. Michael is laughing, but his tone changes dramatically when Sam reaches out, grabs hold of Michael's crotch and squeezes hard. I chuckle as Michael drops Sam.
"Owwww! You little shit!" Michael screams.
Sam runs out the door and Michael follows. I run after them laughing.
"Help me, Mom. Help," Sam yells.
"Soon," she says
We stop behind Sam as he has opened the taxidermy room doors. 'So much creepier in real life.'
"Talk about Texas Chainsaw Massacre," Michael says and I laugh, while Sam does that lovely laugh.
"Rules!" Grandpa suddenly screams.
Both boys jump and we turn around.
"Got some rules around here."
He leads us to the kitchen. Grandpa opens the refrigerator revealing a shelf with a cardboard flap on it reading: 'Old Fart'.
"Second shelf is mine. That's where I keep my root beers and my double-thick Oreo cookies. Nobody touches the second shelf but me," Grandpa tells us.
Grandpa closes the door as Michael notices the weed in the window, as we follow Grandpa back towards the living room. Michael points to a weed growing outside. I chuckle at him. Sam is confused but Michael makes joint smoking motion and Sam laughs. Michael wraps an arm around each of our shoulders as we follow Grandpa.
"Hey, Grandpa. Is it true that Santa Carla is the 'Murder Capital of the World'?" Mike asks.
"Ah, there's some bad elements around here," he replies.
"Wait a second. Let me get this straight. Are you telling me that we moved to the 'Murder Capital of the World'? Are you serious Grandpa?"
"Well, let me put it this way. If all the corpses buried around here were to stand up all at once; we'd have one hell of a population problem."
"Great, Dad!" Lucy exclaims.
"When the mailman brings the TV Guide on Wednesdays, sometimes the corner of the address label will curl up just a little. You'll be tempted to peel it off. Don't. You'll end up rippin' the cover and I don't like that," he says and disappears into the Taxidermy room, "And stay outta here."
He is about to close the door when Sam called out.
"You have a TV?" Sam asks excited.
"No, I just like to read the TV Guide. Read the TV Guide, you don't need a TV," he says and shuts the door.
"Wow," I say laughing.
"He's insane. Absolutely insane," Sam says walking away from the doors. Michael and I follow Sam into the kitchen.