Writing my own horror
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to the Power Rangers. They are owned by Saban Entertainment.
Outside, standing on a sidewalk, far removed from the Hart residence, two gauntly looking men, wearing baggy blue jeans, black sweat shirts with hoods and glasses, were waiting for him, puffing lightly on half finished cigarettes. When they spotted Sean, they quickly extinguished their smokes.
"I told you no smokes" Sean bereted them. "Now they can smell you coming" His anger grew at the thought that his one and only chance was coming apart because of their filthy habit"
"Dude, lighten up." Marcus, the tallest and oldest familiarized with a small mustache, said, trying subside the animosity in young, jittery Sean. "What did you bring us out here for. It better be good"
Sean broke out in a sinister smile, "Oh, it's good. Believe me it is. Tell me, which one of you has heard of Kimberly Hart?"
The two looked at one another with tilted heads then back at Sean baffled for a moment then nodded slightly.
"I trust you both have." he continued, "She's without a doubt the most attractive individuals we have ever come across. But she hides behind that statue of a man, Tommy. Now today, we will topple that statue."
Neither one of them could believe their ears. What was this man up to? Sean before had some run ins with silly events. Nothing to dangerous or to cause alarm, just some "raids" on girls rooms at slumber parties. Lots of boys did it, I was almost like a passage to man hood. Just as long as no one got hurt.
"Whoa, we're not going to kill him!" Damon hissed angrily, holding up his hands up to his chest. "I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison"
"No, stupid. We're going to make him suffer." Sean spat back. That didn't help. Neither of the two wanted to go hand to hand with Tommy.
"He'll kick our tails" Marcus yelped. Damon agreed. Though both schooled in street smarts and carrying small pocket knifes, it would have no effect on jujitsu. "He'll split our heads like watermelons"
"Look you wimps. We are just going to scare them" putting up an evil face. "We'll scare them so bad that they'll be in pain. I mean is, we want Kimberly, right? Why not scare her for kicks and take back some trophies?"
Before any more questions could be asked, Sean departed towards the backyard of the Hart residence, leaving Marcus and Damon spell bound. Following up at a jog, they asked him what exactly it was he wanted to do. Before he could even utter a word, Sean went behind a bush, hunkered down and pulled his two followers down for a pow wow.
"Alright, before I tell you anything, I want you two to swear and oath of secrecy. What you ear today must never be heard by anyone else. Understand?"
A moments hesistation followed by verbal agreements. These two began to relax, perhaps Sean was just planning a spy mission to freak her out or just to scare. Nothing too serious. Then, when they swore an oath, Sean made them swear again, this time for alliegance, no one was to turn away, abandon, their part of this mission. Each task was to be carried out to the best of his ability. No chickens here.
"The door slowly creaked open, and in stepped this mysterious individual, cloaked in darkness, wearing black from head to toe" Tommy wrote down, his hand becoming tired.
Sean discovered the back door. It's dead bolt wasn't in place. Just silently turn of it's handle, give it a push and he slipped in, carefully closing it behind him. His tips toes carried him across white tile flooring, stealthily dodging past shelves and washing machines, "must be the laundry room" he thought. While outside, Marcus and Damon waited rather timidly. That bush wasn't of much use out there, if a neighbor were to turn on a light, they would be naked out there. Still, they waited, every snap, rustle, of whisper made Damon on edge and Marcus tried everything to calm him.
"Look, why are we out here?" Damon asked in a whiny voice.
Angered, Marcus hissed, "Look, we are just going to scare them. Sean is not capable of anything fancy. He finds a way in, we raid the dresser, grab some stuff and run out. That's it. No harm no foul."
A little more subdued, Damon sighed and watched as Sean moved further. A door before him was cracked open. Peering through the sliver, he discovered it lead to the hallway. To his left was the front door, just to the right of that was the kitchen and living room, to the right were bed rooms. Terrific.
"The man surveyed his surroundings carefully with a keen eye. No detail was over looked by his animal instincts"
Faints voices could be heard coming from the kitchen. Kimberly was moving about, full of glee as Tommy continued to write more and more.
"You're story is becoming rather interesting" she said to him as Sean gently pulled back on the door. When enough of a gap was made for his frame to squeeze through, he turned right and headed for the first room he found.
"He moved like a snake through his prey's cooridor, silent, his prey never knowing he was there until the very end."
"Ok, now it's starting to get a little creepy, Tommy" Kimberly said uneasy, sitting down next to Tommy, his body giving off warmth that she used by inching her petite body closer to him then wrapping an arm around his waist.
Good news was, in their uninterrupted state, five pages, half their work, was now done, written down in pen on paper in fine handwriting. Hardly able to contain herself, Kimberly tightened her grip on him, sighing lightly as he smiled down at her then went back to work, taking every effort to include her in the last sentence on this page.
"The man was silent as he watched the two lovers in arms of one another. His plan was ready. Everything was in place"
"Everything is in place"