Dead Summer
Chapter 2
Twenty
years
later
"How did you manage to get a cabin this late in summer Michelle," Jen asked.
"Not a cabin, an island! An entire island for the eight of us," Michelle responded.
The hot summer sun poured down onto the front yard in the quaint suburban neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. The white houses lined the streets, mailboxes running parallel, driveways perpendicular to sidwalks and always on the opposite side of the yard where the neighbor across the street's driveway was. It had been arranged in the 1950's and still wreaked of the symmetry, blandness, and racism of the towns. Not one person other than a caucasian had lived in the town since Michelle had lived there.
That was until Aisha came to town. Aisha had moved next door to Michelle just a year ago and instantly the two had become best friends. The neighborhood was sent a little off by the arrival of Aisha, because many of them like Michelle had never met a person of any other nationality. But Aisha and her family were made welcome and the racist attitudes had slowly begun to fade away from the town.
"Yeah, yeah. So how did you get the island," Jen asked angered.
"This guy was selling it when we went into town, so I made her ask him how much. We put together what we had saved for Summer Vacation and bought it off him," Aisha said.
"The island is probably nothing but marsh anyway. I mean, did you even see the place," Marla asked coming from around the car.
"Yeah, he took us up there," Aisha said.
"He could have been a psycho," Jen yelled.
"If you had heard how desperate he sounded you knew he wasn't a psycho," Michelle said.
"Well anyway, the place is beautiful but there were some wiring problems so we sent up an electrician to go up there. He should be still there when we get there, he's leaving the door open. Anyway, the place is like a three story cabin, indoor and inground pool with a marble surround. It's got fireplaces in every bedroom, I mean this place is like the ritziest place ever. except it's on an island in the middle of this really grungy lake. And it's backwoods," Aisha finished.
"So how are we going to get there," Jen asked.
"We're taking two cars. Girls in one and guys in the other, and after we reach the shore of the lake we're going to get into this really hot motor boat Aisha's cousin is letting us borrow and we're crossing," Michelle said.
And with that the girls discussed their plans, and their outfits while they waited for the guys to arrive.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Down in the basement not much could be heard. The electrician changed the last fuse and as the stereo upstairs turned on he realized his job was done.
He turned heading up the stairs when he heard something fall behind him.
"I do not get paid enough," he mumbled walking down the stairs.
Another thing fell as he rounded around the stairs and into a separate room. A laundry room he assumed. The wall was stacked with washers and dryers like the servants quarters of a hotel room.
"Damn, these people must be rich otherwise," he mumbled.
A loud crash interrupted him.
He turned abruptly to see a shadow with a large knife clutched in it's fist. The blade gleamed the reflection of a body in the corner of the room. Turning quickly he saw the man who lived there before, with an icepick slammed in between his eyes.
"Oh shit, dude I didn't see anything," he said backing up.
The shadow emerged from the doorway. Someone dressed entirely in black approached. The knife raised high above their head.
It was a shock when the electrician's fist lashed out clutching the screwdriver and slamming it deep into the figure's side. The knife dropped down and clattered to the floor as the man ran back through the doorway leaving the figure searching the ground in agony for the knife.
"I'm getting as far away from here as I ca-," the man yelled.
A hand grabbed him from behind and threw him back into the floor. Above him stood the person shrouded in black clutching the knife. With a mighty thrust it was shoved into his chest. The electrician coughed blood into the air and felt the warm metallic drops rain down onto his face. The knife was ripped back out of his chest. He rolled onto his side and curled into a ball staring at the puddle of blood that had formed below him.
"Who the fuck are you.," he yelled.
The figure kicked him in the side and sent him sprawling on his back onto the floor.
"Shit dude.," he cried.
The figure approached him. Raising the knife high it was flung down, but the man rolled over one last time and the knife slammed hard into the cement floor.
"Augh. fuck.," the electrician cried.
The figure grabbed the knife and raised it high above his head. Crouching to the electrician's side the figure plunged the knife down the electricians throat and ripped it through to the other side. His head rolled off leaving a grisly sight of a headless torso. Lifting the body over his shoulders he brought it into the laundry room and threw it in, followed by kicking the head through the doors.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Aisha wrapped her arms around her boyfriend Michael. He lifted her off her feet and swung her around. Michelle smiled seductively at Paul as he walked over. Jen sat in the car next to the light of her life Greg, while Marla made out with her most recent fling Jacob.
"Where are we going," Paul said smiling at Michelle.
"You'll see," Michelle replied.
"Who's gonna party," Aisha yelled.
Marla pulled away from Jake soon enough for her to join the rest of them in chanting 'we are'.
Twenty
years
later
"How did you manage to get a cabin this late in summer Michelle," Jen asked.
"Not a cabin, an island! An entire island for the eight of us," Michelle responded.
The hot summer sun poured down onto the front yard in the quaint suburban neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. The white houses lined the streets, mailboxes running parallel, driveways perpendicular to sidwalks and always on the opposite side of the yard where the neighbor across the street's driveway was. It had been arranged in the 1950's and still wreaked of the symmetry, blandness, and racism of the towns. Not one person other than a caucasian had lived in the town since Michelle had lived there.
That was until Aisha came to town. Aisha had moved next door to Michelle just a year ago and instantly the two had become best friends. The neighborhood was sent a little off by the arrival of Aisha, because many of them like Michelle had never met a person of any other nationality. But Aisha and her family were made welcome and the racist attitudes had slowly begun to fade away from the town.
"Yeah, yeah. So how did you get the island," Jen asked angered.
"This guy was selling it when we went into town, so I made her ask him how much. We put together what we had saved for Summer Vacation and bought it off him," Aisha said.
"The island is probably nothing but marsh anyway. I mean, did you even see the place," Marla asked coming from around the car.
"Yeah, he took us up there," Aisha said.
"He could have been a psycho," Jen yelled.
"If you had heard how desperate he sounded you knew he wasn't a psycho," Michelle said.
"Well anyway, the place is beautiful but there were some wiring problems so we sent up an electrician to go up there. He should be still there when we get there, he's leaving the door open. Anyway, the place is like a three story cabin, indoor and inground pool with a marble surround. It's got fireplaces in every bedroom, I mean this place is like the ritziest place ever. except it's on an island in the middle of this really grungy lake. And it's backwoods," Aisha finished.
"So how are we going to get there," Jen asked.
"We're taking two cars. Girls in one and guys in the other, and after we reach the shore of the lake we're going to get into this really hot motor boat Aisha's cousin is letting us borrow and we're crossing," Michelle said.
And with that the girls discussed their plans, and their outfits while they waited for the guys to arrive.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Down in the basement not much could be heard. The electrician changed the last fuse and as the stereo upstairs turned on he realized his job was done.
He turned heading up the stairs when he heard something fall behind him.
"I do not get paid enough," he mumbled walking down the stairs.
Another thing fell as he rounded around the stairs and into a separate room. A laundry room he assumed. The wall was stacked with washers and dryers like the servants quarters of a hotel room.
"Damn, these people must be rich otherwise," he mumbled.
A loud crash interrupted him.
He turned abruptly to see a shadow with a large knife clutched in it's fist. The blade gleamed the reflection of a body in the corner of the room. Turning quickly he saw the man who lived there before, with an icepick slammed in between his eyes.
"Oh shit, dude I didn't see anything," he said backing up.
The shadow emerged from the doorway. Someone dressed entirely in black approached. The knife raised high above their head.
It was a shock when the electrician's fist lashed out clutching the screwdriver and slamming it deep into the figure's side. The knife dropped down and clattered to the floor as the man ran back through the doorway leaving the figure searching the ground in agony for the knife.
"I'm getting as far away from here as I ca-," the man yelled.
A hand grabbed him from behind and threw him back into the floor. Above him stood the person shrouded in black clutching the knife. With a mighty thrust it was shoved into his chest. The electrician coughed blood into the air and felt the warm metallic drops rain down onto his face. The knife was ripped back out of his chest. He rolled onto his side and curled into a ball staring at the puddle of blood that had formed below him.
"Who the fuck are you.," he yelled.
The figure kicked him in the side and sent him sprawling on his back onto the floor.
"Shit dude.," he cried.
The figure approached him. Raising the knife high it was flung down, but the man rolled over one last time and the knife slammed hard into the cement floor.
"Augh. fuck.," the electrician cried.
The figure grabbed the knife and raised it high above his head. Crouching to the electrician's side the figure plunged the knife down the electricians throat and ripped it through to the other side. His head rolled off leaving a grisly sight of a headless torso. Lifting the body over his shoulders he brought it into the laundry room and threw it in, followed by kicking the head through the doors.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Aisha wrapped her arms around her boyfriend Michael. He lifted her off her feet and swung her around. Michelle smiled seductively at Paul as he walked over. Jen sat in the car next to the light of her life Greg, while Marla made out with her most recent fling Jacob.
"Where are we going," Paul said smiling at Michelle.
"You'll see," Michelle replied.
"Who's gonna party," Aisha yelled.
Marla pulled away from Jake soon enough for her to join the rest of them in chanting 'we are'.