Following the map he noticed a the main road ahead was blocked off and the only way around it was through a local apartment building. Upon entering the building, he noticed a map conveniently located in the main lobby. He picked it up, opened it, and examined it half-assly. One thing that stood out was a large pool a few doors from where he was standing. 'This trip isn't turning out so bad,' he thought to himself. 'Perhaps I can find some chicks lounging around the pool.'
He ran with the swiftness of a desperate man to the door which would lead to what he thought would be a wonderful change of pace, but his happiness was smashed by the doorknob's unwillingness to move. 'Locked,' he thought, 'of all things.' He attempted with a maddened fury to break down the door, but to no avail. He looked at the map to see if there was another way, and saw that if he crawled out of a window from the second story, he would make it to the bikini-clad-babe filled water hole. So he made his way to the stairwell. But like many doors in this placed, it was locked. "What the hell is wrong with this place?" James wondered out loud. "Every door seems to be locked, the lighting is horrible, and it smells like stale beer."
He quickly ran through the hallway checking every door. Finding one unlocked, he flung open the door, and hurried inside. But the room was no more inviting to James than a N'Sync concert. Furniture was thrown every where. What appeared to be blood was splattered on the walls. The only thing with the slightest bit of interest to him was a flowered dress hanging on mannequin in the middle of the living room, a flashlight attached to the front of it.
Some things to consider about James. For starters, he is a very lonely man, with lots of spare time. The only reason he came to this godforsaken town was the prospect of him getting laid. He lived with mom until he got convicted for the rape of a 16-year-old girl. The incident happened when James got fired from his job and retired to a local bar the same night. He met the girl there, and she claimed she was 18. James didn't care either way. Until she pressed charges. James spent the next three years in prison, which did wonders to his mind. He spent the first year in prison in the corner of his cell until his newest roommate decided to play a little game of balls on chin with James. He spent the remaining two years believing he was a woman named Barbara.
James twirled about in front of the full length mirror in room 208. 'Ravishing,' he thought. 'Absolutely stunning,' he chirped as he spun around. 'And what luck. It fits perfectly!' James had shed off his favorite green jacket, discarded his blue jeans, and thrown his gray shirt aside in favor of the flowered dress on the mannequin in the middle of the room. James thought the dress made him look wonderful, but someone else in the room thought otherwise. Lying on the floor behind the mannequin, hidden in the shadows, a monster that resembled two pairs of legs joined at the waist, one on top of the other, slowly stood up and approached James from behind. But he was too busy admiring his new outfit to notice.
The monster crept ever closer to James, and it wasn't before it got right on his heels that he finally saw it in the mirror. He spun around rapidly and contemplated whacking it a couple times with his plank, but got a strange urge that only a deranged convict would get. He checked out the mannequin from foot to... foot, and realized that it meant him no harm. It looked like it was lonely and only wanted a companion, or maybe a hug. James made his move. He slowly moved an arm around it, while it violently thrashed it's arms about, almost hitting him in the head several times. "Calm down darling, I'm not going to hurt you. Why don't you just loosen that bra, and join me in the closet." He made for it's mid section then realized it wasn't wearing a bra. Or any clothes for that matter. "Now that's a good girl. You were here waiting for me all along, weren't you? Your name isn't Mary by any chance, is it? It doesn't matter, as long as you're willing." The creature tried kicking him in the shins, but gave up after it figured out it's attempts to damage the man groping it were futile. "Now why don't we move to some place more private?" James walked towards the closet, his new girlfriend in hand, slid open the door, and pushed it inside. "If you just relax, this will only take a minute," he said as he hiked up the dress. "And I promise I won't hurt you." A grin five miles wide spread across his face.
James's mind was filled with immense joy. His brain was soaked with pleasure. His head was bursting with happiness. And this was only as he pulled up his skirt. But these feelings were quickly lost as he heard a sound he wished he hadn't. The door to the room that housed the closet he was in suddenly burst open. From the hallway came a massive looking beast with a strange pyramid attached to his neck. No sign of eyes, a mouth, a nose, or any sort of head accessories could be seen. Gripped firmly in his gigantic hands were two of the creatures James had encountered by the radio. The pyramid creature carried them into the kitchen.
James could've sworn he heard the beast speak. "Where is she? What did you do to her? I outta moider the both of yous!" His grip tightened on both of them until they let out one last breath of air and promptly fell out of his hands and onto the floor. He turned and faced the closet where James was hiding.
'No, it couldn't be! Is he...? Is this...? No, it can't be. It just can't be!' James's mind raced a mile a minute. 'It must be... Why else?' James bent down and whispered into the mannequin's ear, or where he thought it should be. "Hey, that isn't your dad, is it? Jebus, I don't want to be caught with you here. Look what he did to those guys! If he finds out what I tried to do... You won't say anything, will you?" He looked to the creature crouching in the corner of the closet on the floor. It gave no sign that it understood. "Thanks, you're a doll. Now keep quiet until he's gone." James crept closer to the closet door and peered out of the slots. His eyes widen until it seemed like they would either burst or fall right off his head. The pyramid headed creature was making it's way towards James's hiding space.
From James's point-of-view, it seemed as if this Pyramid Head was slowly walking to the closet, aware of his presence, ready to do to him what he did to the now dead things in the kitchen. He did not think this was a good thing.
From Pyramid Head's point-of-view, he was hearing music only he could here, and it inspired him to dance. It was his favorite song, and it popped into his head every time he ruffed somebody up. It was "Eye of the Tiger," and he moved a foot forward with every beat. He swung his arms in tune with the music. He thought this was the best thing in the world.
James shuddered as Pyramid Head grew nearer. He shuddered even more at the thought of what was going to happen to happen to him. But his fear was quickly subsided as the giant beast exited the room, ignoring the closet, and what lay inside. James quickly straightened out his dress. "Sorry baby, I gotta run. Angry dads aren't my thing." Before he left he spotted a key by one of the bodies in the kitchen. Upon closer inspection, he could see it was clearly labeled "Pool Area." 'Huzzah!' he thought. Now he would finally get a taste of what he'd come for.
He ran with the swiftness of a desperate man to the door which would lead to what he thought would be a wonderful change of pace, but his happiness was smashed by the doorknob's unwillingness to move. 'Locked,' he thought, 'of all things.' He attempted with a maddened fury to break down the door, but to no avail. He looked at the map to see if there was another way, and saw that if he crawled out of a window from the second story, he would make it to the bikini-clad-babe filled water hole. So he made his way to the stairwell. But like many doors in this placed, it was locked. "What the hell is wrong with this place?" James wondered out loud. "Every door seems to be locked, the lighting is horrible, and it smells like stale beer."
He quickly ran through the hallway checking every door. Finding one unlocked, he flung open the door, and hurried inside. But the room was no more inviting to James than a N'Sync concert. Furniture was thrown every where. What appeared to be blood was splattered on the walls. The only thing with the slightest bit of interest to him was a flowered dress hanging on mannequin in the middle of the living room, a flashlight attached to the front of it.
Some things to consider about James. For starters, he is a very lonely man, with lots of spare time. The only reason he came to this godforsaken town was the prospect of him getting laid. He lived with mom until he got convicted for the rape of a 16-year-old girl. The incident happened when James got fired from his job and retired to a local bar the same night. He met the girl there, and she claimed she was 18. James didn't care either way. Until she pressed charges. James spent the next three years in prison, which did wonders to his mind. He spent the first year in prison in the corner of his cell until his newest roommate decided to play a little game of balls on chin with James. He spent the remaining two years believing he was a woman named Barbara.
James twirled about in front of the full length mirror in room 208. 'Ravishing,' he thought. 'Absolutely stunning,' he chirped as he spun around. 'And what luck. It fits perfectly!' James had shed off his favorite green jacket, discarded his blue jeans, and thrown his gray shirt aside in favor of the flowered dress on the mannequin in the middle of the room. James thought the dress made him look wonderful, but someone else in the room thought otherwise. Lying on the floor behind the mannequin, hidden in the shadows, a monster that resembled two pairs of legs joined at the waist, one on top of the other, slowly stood up and approached James from behind. But he was too busy admiring his new outfit to notice.
The monster crept ever closer to James, and it wasn't before it got right on his heels that he finally saw it in the mirror. He spun around rapidly and contemplated whacking it a couple times with his plank, but got a strange urge that only a deranged convict would get. He checked out the mannequin from foot to... foot, and realized that it meant him no harm. It looked like it was lonely and only wanted a companion, or maybe a hug. James made his move. He slowly moved an arm around it, while it violently thrashed it's arms about, almost hitting him in the head several times. "Calm down darling, I'm not going to hurt you. Why don't you just loosen that bra, and join me in the closet." He made for it's mid section then realized it wasn't wearing a bra. Or any clothes for that matter. "Now that's a good girl. You were here waiting for me all along, weren't you? Your name isn't Mary by any chance, is it? It doesn't matter, as long as you're willing." The creature tried kicking him in the shins, but gave up after it figured out it's attempts to damage the man groping it were futile. "Now why don't we move to some place more private?" James walked towards the closet, his new girlfriend in hand, slid open the door, and pushed it inside. "If you just relax, this will only take a minute," he said as he hiked up the dress. "And I promise I won't hurt you." A grin five miles wide spread across his face.
James's mind was filled with immense joy. His brain was soaked with pleasure. His head was bursting with happiness. And this was only as he pulled up his skirt. But these feelings were quickly lost as he heard a sound he wished he hadn't. The door to the room that housed the closet he was in suddenly burst open. From the hallway came a massive looking beast with a strange pyramid attached to his neck. No sign of eyes, a mouth, a nose, or any sort of head accessories could be seen. Gripped firmly in his gigantic hands were two of the creatures James had encountered by the radio. The pyramid creature carried them into the kitchen.
James could've sworn he heard the beast speak. "Where is she? What did you do to her? I outta moider the both of yous!" His grip tightened on both of them until they let out one last breath of air and promptly fell out of his hands and onto the floor. He turned and faced the closet where James was hiding.
'No, it couldn't be! Is he...? Is this...? No, it can't be. It just can't be!' James's mind raced a mile a minute. 'It must be... Why else?' James bent down and whispered into the mannequin's ear, or where he thought it should be. "Hey, that isn't your dad, is it? Jebus, I don't want to be caught with you here. Look what he did to those guys! If he finds out what I tried to do... You won't say anything, will you?" He looked to the creature crouching in the corner of the closet on the floor. It gave no sign that it understood. "Thanks, you're a doll. Now keep quiet until he's gone." James crept closer to the closet door and peered out of the slots. His eyes widen until it seemed like they would either burst or fall right off his head. The pyramid headed creature was making it's way towards James's hiding space.
From James's point-of-view, it seemed as if this Pyramid Head was slowly walking to the closet, aware of his presence, ready to do to him what he did to the now dead things in the kitchen. He did not think this was a good thing.
From Pyramid Head's point-of-view, he was hearing music only he could here, and it inspired him to dance. It was his favorite song, and it popped into his head every time he ruffed somebody up. It was "Eye of the Tiger," and he moved a foot forward with every beat. He swung his arms in tune with the music. He thought this was the best thing in the world.
James shuddered as Pyramid Head grew nearer. He shuddered even more at the thought of what was going to happen to happen to him. But his fear was quickly subsided as the giant beast exited the room, ignoring the closet, and what lay inside. James quickly straightened out his dress. "Sorry baby, I gotta run. Angry dads aren't my thing." Before he left he spotted a key by one of the bodies in the kitchen. Upon closer inspection, he could see it was clearly labeled "Pool Area." 'Huzzah!' he thought. Now he would finally get a taste of what he'd come for.