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'Jimmy crack corn and I don't care....Jimmy crack corn and I don't care....', the sing-song and high sweet laughter of children came to Christine awoke and faded as she sat up slowly. Wincing, she got to her feet and noticed that the front door still stood open, but the wind had died down to a breeze. She also noticed that what looked like muddy footprints came in through it, stopped at her, and retreated, but judging from the smell, it wasn't entirely mud.
Christine turned around slowly, on instinct...and looked further back into the cafe. She walked slowly over to the pinball machine. A broken, dirty jukebox was propped sideways next to it. She touched the top of the pinball machine softly. An electric shock coursed through her and she pulled back from it and at the same time the jukebox came to life. She looked at it in fright. "It can't be...", she whispered under her breath. A quiet, rambling version of "Stand By Me" began to fill the air. The jukebox glowed softly in and out against the dim interior of the far wall. Suddenly, there was the laughter of children again. Christine looked back to the jukebox, but her attention was soon diverted. The front door had sounded like it had shut and closed, but no one was there.
She moved backwards, closer to the jukebox, further away from the door. Soft cloth and a person's body stopped her before she ran directly into it. She stifled a scream and turned toward the cause her alarm slowly. A faded, dark colored plaid work shirt and suspenders met her gaze. She raised her eyes, almost ashamedly...her stomach sinking as they did. She then met the gaze of a man in his 30's, shoulder-length red hair, and dark brown eyes. He half-smiled...his lips like that of a demon's slumber. Christine distrusted him immediately and the feeling in her stomach only worsened. His eyes held hers for a few more seconds and then looked past her at the jukebox. She knew deep down that she should know who this person was, but could not remember, and she couldn't bring herself to ask. Where had she seen this face before? Before she could gather the courage to inquire, he had taken her hand. She looked at him, startled.
"I can't believe this old thing still works...it isn't normally something that I would normally approve of, but since you are new to town...would you....care to dance?", he asked her. Christine couldn't tell if it was an act or not, but he seemed to be shy about what he had said. She felt herself nodding before even realizing it. The man smiled and pulled her to the middle of the floor. The song seemed to grow a little louder. "So darlin', darlin'...stand by me...ohh..stand by me....' The man was gentle, leading her slowly. She looked up at him and saw that he was watching her. The smile still played on his lips. His eyes locked with hers. Christine wondered back to what he had said. Something about not usually approving of this...approving of what?, she wondered, dancing?
The song finally ended and he let her go. The jukebox died with the song. She felt herself shiver at this...something was wrong here....really wrong. The man moved away from her and sat on one of the stools. She looked at him uneasily. "I knew it wouldn't last. It's for the best, really. I saw your car across the street. There aren't many people around these parts and if you plan on staying, there is only about one place you can really go. It's a little outside of town. A nice, big white house with a porch that wraps about half-way around. Nobody lives there anymore, but it probably has a free bed." He said lowly. He was looking at the floor as he spoke. She nodded again. "Why aren't there many other people around?" she asked just as low. He looked up, but turned toward the picture window. "If you trust me enough, you can go to the house now and rest. If you want answers to your questions, meet me in front of this place tonight. I'll be happy to fill you in." he said and got up, walking towards the door. He looked back at her once, the smile never leaving his lips, and then went out the door. Christine looked after him in awe. It was odd how he spoke. She wondered what he meant by the things he said, but she knew that she would meet with him tonight. He looked like he had been around here for awhile, or at least knew the history. Something was trying to warn her though. Something deep inside was telling her to just get in her car and leave as fast as she could without ever looking back, physically or mentally. The man gave her the creeps and butterflies at the same time. But she had to know. The questions of why would drive her crazy if she didn't find out.
Christine looked at the jukebox and pinball machine one last time and then moved to the door. Afternoon sun now played on the sidewalk courtesy of the trees nearby. She looked across the street at her car. It had been completely sabotaged! Corn stalks and leaves were sticking out of every nook and cranny imaginable. The hood had been raised and stuffed inside was more corn. She ran across the street and stopped feet from her car. "Oh my god!" she gasped in shock. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Boy, people around here sure were friendly. Well...she could walk to the house and pray for a phone. She started towards the southeast corner of town, not knowing why she knew the house the man had spoke of.
All for now, kiddies....hehe....will continue soon...promise! R & R, please...and you know who you are!
'Jimmy crack corn and I don't care....Jimmy crack corn and I don't care....', the sing-song and high sweet laughter of children came to Christine awoke and faded as she sat up slowly. Wincing, she got to her feet and noticed that the front door still stood open, but the wind had died down to a breeze. She also noticed that what looked like muddy footprints came in through it, stopped at her, and retreated, but judging from the smell, it wasn't entirely mud.
Christine turned around slowly, on instinct...and looked further back into the cafe. She walked slowly over to the pinball machine. A broken, dirty jukebox was propped sideways next to it. She touched the top of the pinball machine softly. An electric shock coursed through her and she pulled back from it and at the same time the jukebox came to life. She looked at it in fright. "It can't be...", she whispered under her breath. A quiet, rambling version of "Stand By Me" began to fill the air. The jukebox glowed softly in and out against the dim interior of the far wall. Suddenly, there was the laughter of children again. Christine looked back to the jukebox, but her attention was soon diverted. The front door had sounded like it had shut and closed, but no one was there.
She moved backwards, closer to the jukebox, further away from the door. Soft cloth and a person's body stopped her before she ran directly into it. She stifled a scream and turned toward the cause her alarm slowly. A faded, dark colored plaid work shirt and suspenders met her gaze. She raised her eyes, almost ashamedly...her stomach sinking as they did. She then met the gaze of a man in his 30's, shoulder-length red hair, and dark brown eyes. He half-smiled...his lips like that of a demon's slumber. Christine distrusted him immediately and the feeling in her stomach only worsened. His eyes held hers for a few more seconds and then looked past her at the jukebox. She knew deep down that she should know who this person was, but could not remember, and she couldn't bring herself to ask. Where had she seen this face before? Before she could gather the courage to inquire, he had taken her hand. She looked at him, startled.
"I can't believe this old thing still works...it isn't normally something that I would normally approve of, but since you are new to town...would you....care to dance?", he asked her. Christine couldn't tell if it was an act or not, but he seemed to be shy about what he had said. She felt herself nodding before even realizing it. The man smiled and pulled her to the middle of the floor. The song seemed to grow a little louder. "So darlin', darlin'...stand by me...ohh..stand by me....' The man was gentle, leading her slowly. She looked up at him and saw that he was watching her. The smile still played on his lips. His eyes locked with hers. Christine wondered back to what he had said. Something about not usually approving of this...approving of what?, she wondered, dancing?
The song finally ended and he let her go. The jukebox died with the song. She felt herself shiver at this...something was wrong here....really wrong. The man moved away from her and sat on one of the stools. She looked at him uneasily. "I knew it wouldn't last. It's for the best, really. I saw your car across the street. There aren't many people around these parts and if you plan on staying, there is only about one place you can really go. It's a little outside of town. A nice, big white house with a porch that wraps about half-way around. Nobody lives there anymore, but it probably has a free bed." He said lowly. He was looking at the floor as he spoke. She nodded again. "Why aren't there many other people around?" she asked just as low. He looked up, but turned toward the picture window. "If you trust me enough, you can go to the house now and rest. If you want answers to your questions, meet me in front of this place tonight. I'll be happy to fill you in." he said and got up, walking towards the door. He looked back at her once, the smile never leaving his lips, and then went out the door. Christine looked after him in awe. It was odd how he spoke. She wondered what he meant by the things he said, but she knew that she would meet with him tonight. He looked like he had been around here for awhile, or at least knew the history. Something was trying to warn her though. Something deep inside was telling her to just get in her car and leave as fast as she could without ever looking back, physically or mentally. The man gave her the creeps and butterflies at the same time. But she had to know. The questions of why would drive her crazy if she didn't find out.
Christine looked at the jukebox and pinball machine one last time and then moved to the door. Afternoon sun now played on the sidewalk courtesy of the trees nearby. She looked across the street at her car. It had been completely sabotaged! Corn stalks and leaves were sticking out of every nook and cranny imaginable. The hood had been raised and stuffed inside was more corn. She ran across the street and stopped feet from her car. "Oh my god!" she gasped in shock. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Boy, people around here sure were friendly. Well...she could walk to the house and pray for a phone. She started towards the southeast corner of town, not knowing why she knew the house the man had spoke of.
All for now, kiddies....hehe....will continue soon...promise! R & R, please...and you know who you are!