October 9th
Author's Notes: Wow, 3 reviews already! And they're all good! Anyways, I forgot to mention that this takes place a year after PsychoEd. I'm trying to make all of the kids play a large part in this one, though it revolves around Double D. Now, enjoy your chaptastic chapter.
3:00 PM:
"DECORATIONS!" Ed yelled excitedly as he ran out of the school. "GRAVESTONES AND COBWEBS AND TURKEYS, OH MY! GRAVESTONES AND COBWEBS AND TURKEYS, OH MY!"
With his usual stupid joy, Ed ran to the market district and began running into random stores, looking for Halloween decorations. After a few minutes, he was kicked out of the hardware store for wanting to buy ghost-shaped chickens. The fact that he had no money didn't seem to venture into his mind.
3:30 PM:
"If I want to win my bet with Double D, I need a new costume idea…" Eddy said to himself as he climbed up the stairs into the attic. The attic was as dusty as ever, and the cobwebs would have made good decorations if they were put outside and could last longer.
Eddy walked to a large, black-and-orange chest with a jack o' lantern lock on the front. "I'm going to have to wear one of my brother's old costumes." He said as he took out a key and opened the lock. He opened the chest, revealing a mountain of frightening masks and such.
"My bro was a whiz at costumes!" Eddy said happily as he pulled out a particularly scary mask of a werewolf. Eddy smiled wickedly, thinking of the tradition that would soon start taking place… this mask was definitely scarier than Jimmy could handle.
However, would it be better than any costume Double D might come up with? Edd was smart, not to mention handy with a sewing machine; but he wasn't too imaginative. He only read books by smart people, and everyone knows smart people don't write horror stories.
3:47 PM:
"HP Lovecraft… Edgar Allen Poe… Stephen King… father's collection of horror stories!" Double D confirmed brightly as he set the books neatly down on the floor. "With this cornucopia of fright, I should be able to come up with an absolutely terrifying costume!"
Double D stopped, frightened for some reason. He couldn't remember the dream he'd had last night; but he could remember the cold. For some reason the cold had seemed comforting, almost welcoming. It wasn't like the sharp chilliness that was filling the autumn days, but more… homely.
As to what had frightened Double D, he wasn't quite sure; perhaps it was anticipation over the books he was about to read? Maybe it was fear of losing the bet… no, losing fifty cents wouldn't scare Double D like it just had.
Double D picked up The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe and began reading; 'Of the million injuries Fortunato had—.'
Paper-cut. Double D dropped the book in shock as blood oozed out of the cut on the tip of his finger. Strange… how had he gotten the paper-cut? He hadn't rubbed his finger against the paper… his finger wasn't even touching the edge of the paper!
It was also strange that his finger was bleeding the way it was; a normal paper-cut wouldn't make you bleed like this. Double D looked down and noticed that his blood was dripping onto the page. He was ruining the book! With an upset sigh, Double D walked away from the open book to clean his finger.
Double D was gone when the blood began moving. His drop of blood that had hit the page in The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe slithered onto the word 'Amontillado' and seemed to melt into it. A strange wind blew, flipping the pages until the book opened to a different story; the pages of this story were strangely black, while the text was white. The book slammed shut after a few moments, as if some invisible being was reading the story.
The book had changed; it was now black and strangely fleshy. A thumping sound came from inside the pages. The words on the front were now red, and any picture had vanished. Within a few seconds, the rest of the stories changed in the same way as Poe's.
Soon, the books began moving of their own accord; they piled themselves up in Double D's closet silently as swiftly. The closet door then closed of its own accord, hiding the books. However, there was still that strange, thumping noise coming from within their pages…
4:15 PM:
Ed's basement. B-movies littered the happy oaf's room. They were piled on the floor, left on the TV, and placed on the chair and bed.
A familiar event soon began happening; the videos changed. They were now all black, with the names of the movies written in red on the front. They thumped, like a heart, like the books. Soon, the videos began moving on their own; they began floating and lined up, entering the VCR one after another, vanishing into the device.
The TV screen flickered with scenes from each of the movies. Then, after a few minutes, the screen went black, dead.
5:00 PM:
"DECORATIONS!" Ed yelled happily as he ran down the sidewalk, back and forth, clearly oblivious to the fact that he had been into every store in Peach Creek. Well… almost every store.
Ed stopped when he noticed something strange between the Hardware Store and the pet shop; a black door with a sign hung over it. The wooden sign read in bright, red letters…
WESLEY'S SHOP OF HORRORS:
A shop of fear for All Hallows' Eve
Open from 7 AM to 10 PM
"Decorations?" Ed asked, confused, as he opened the door and walked into the shop. A bell rung as a signal for a potential customer. The shop was surprisingly well-lit for a room with no windows. Ed noticed that there was no cash register and no counter… or at least he would have if his brain wasn't the size of a popcorn kernel.
There were a variety of oddities in the shop. Tables filled with skulls and daggers; mannequins heads wearing a variety of frightening masks; a ventriloquist dummy sitting alone in a rocking chair; mirrors that gave no human reflection; a wax sculpture of a man in black.
"May I help you, young man?" The wax sculpture asked in a raspy voice. The sculpture was actually a man with very waxy skin. He wore a black sweater and pants and his head was completely bald. Strangely, his ears were slightly pointed…
"BALD ELF!" Ed yelled happily. He put his hand on the man's scalp and began rubbing it. "BALDY-BALDY-BALDY-BALDY-BALDY-BALD!" Ed sang happily. The man patiently removed Ed's hand from his head.
"Welcome to my little shop." The man said with a small bow. "I am Wesley, the proprietor. What, may I ask, are you looking for?"
"I forget!" Ed answered with a stupid smile. Wesley gave a patient smile. "I have just the thing for you, young man; have you ever considered taking up ventriloquism?" "No, as I am too busy leading the life of a pothole." Ed answered.
Wesley's patient smile turned into a strangely frightening one. He walked over to the dummy in the rocking chair, picked it up, and handed it to Ed. The dummy wore a shabby tuxedo and had a smooth, black-haired head. It had a bright-red bowtie and was excellently detailed; it even had pockets.
"I'm willing to let you take this on good faith." Wesley said pleasantly. "Provided that you return to this shop within a week, either with four dollars or this dummy. If no payment is received, I'm afraid it won't be too pleasant for you."
"Call the police; my sandwich is burning!" Ed declared proudly. He ran out of the store, carrying the dummy. He laughed merrily as he began running home.
5:10 PM:
"Look at my new hat, guys!" Ed said proudly as he laid the dummy down on his bed for his friends to see. Double D, however, was too busy wondering who had stolen his books; he had searched his entire room and couldn't find them.
"You bought a doll?" Eddy asked mockingly. "It's a ventriloquist dummy, Eddy." Double D corrected. "A popular form of entertainment, thought ventriloquism is a difficult skill to master."
"I'm rich!" Ed declared as he suddenly grabbed the dummy, turned it upside-down, and began shaking it. A piece of paper fell out of the pocket. Intrigued, Ed picked up the paper and tried to read what was on it.
"I don't speak the elf-man's language." Ed said ignorantly as he handed the paper to Double D. "What it say?"
"It appears to be some foreign language." Double D explained. "However, I can't tell the origin… If I'm pronouncing this right, it says 'Karru marri odanna loma maluno karrano'. I wonder what this was doing in the pocket… Ed, where did you say you got this?"
"I bought it from a bald elf!" Ed answered with a nod. "Okay; that should help." Double D though out loud. "There are only a handful of bald elves in Peach Creek that own stores. We'll find out what the piece of paper means."
"I will name you George!" Ed yelled as he picked up the dummy and dropped it on the floor. "Hooray!"
GUESS WHAT, KIDS? IT'S TIME FOR A CRAPPY POP CULTURE REFERENCE!
Sasuke grimaced angrily as he prepared to attack Orochimaru. "I'm sick of these freaking snakes on this freaking plane!"
Author's Notes: Yeah, still working on my Tobi costume. Anyways, this fic will have lots of stuff in it. You might like it.