THE CABALLEROS ARE OWNED BY WALT DISNEY AND HIS CREW!
(Poltergeist spoilers for people who haven't seen it.)
Hours and hours of horror movies were played. Night of the Living Dead, Dracula, Psycho, The Hills Have Eyes, The Fly and other horror movies that would make adults laugh at the poor quality rather than shiver with fear.
While The Amityville Horror credits rolled, the shaken Donald peeked out inbetween his fingers. Donald sighed with relif, "Glad that's over." He looked at his right side found Panchito hugging his waist and shaking like a cold puppy, with his face buried into his shirt. He looked to his other side and found José doing the same thing. He nudged their shoulders and told them the movie was over.
Panchito looked up at Donald with his amber eyes and commented with a slight whimper, "Esa película fue hecha por el diablo."
Donald chuckled and patted his red head. " The movie wasn't that scary," he said.
Panchito exclaimed, "Sí lo fue! I need to bathe in holy water after seeing that!"
"Eu também!" José added. "When I go back to Brazil, I'll ask the church if they can let me back in."
"Why did they kick you out?" Panchito asked.
José laughed nervously, "I may or may not have had to sell a certain espírito to a certain someone..." José coughed onto his fist and trailed back the conversation. "Anyway, which filme are we gonna watch next?"
As he ejected the movie from the remotes eject button, Donald answered, "I could tell you... But two babies are weighing me down."
The "babies" sat up and freed Donald from their embrace. He picked up the VHS from the sofa and asked for the time.
"It's 3:50am," José answered, getting the time from the VCR.
"I guess we only have time for one more movie," Donald announced. He read the title and "We're gonna watch The Poltergeist."
All three of them gulped.
"I-Isnt that the one with t-the little niña who died mysteriously?" Panchito quaked.
"And d-didn't people go to the hospital because it was so scary?" José said, also shaken.
"Well whatever happened, I'm still watching the movie!" Donald proclaimed as he got up. He inserted the VHS in the VCR and sat back down with his shaken friends. They wrapped themselves with the blanket and watched as the screen went from static to black.
A few minutes later...
The boys managed through the beginning of the movie with no sweat or fear, things started to tumble downhill after the first paranormal encounter. Their eyes were glued to the t.v as they watched the little blonde enter her parents room. After hearing the girl say the famous quote, the screen went to static.
"What the heck!?" Donald shouted angrily. He quickly grabbed the remote from behind him and pressed the play button repeatedly. "Don't tell me the tape is broken?" He groaned. H then felt José squeeze his arm tightly. "Hey! What's the bid ide-" José shushed the loud man.
"Fique quieto," he whispered to him. He looked at Panchito and held his index finger to his lips, signaling him to do the same thing. José took the remote from Donald and turned off the t.v.
Once the t.v turned off, faint, disembodied whispers were heard throughout the house. Suddenly, the house shook violently, causing plates and pictures to fall and break. The whispers grew louder and louder as the house shook. The caballeros huddled together and after a few terrifying moments, the house stopped.
"W-What just happened?" Panchito asked.
"I don't know," José answered, shaken.
"What do you mean you don't know!" Donald shouted. He poked José forehead repeatedly and added, "You're the one out of the three of us who knows the most about the supernatural stuff! "
Abruptly, the T.V turned on and with it, the temperature dropped dramatically.
"D-Did you turn on the T-T.V?" Panchito asked José.
José shook his head.
Then, the boys heard soft maniacal laughter emitting from the T.V. The voice seemed to have two voices. One sounded very deep and raspy, the stereotypical demonic voice, whereas the other one was noticeably high. Sparks then flew out from the T.V screen and the laughter began to fade away as the sparks died off. The T.V stayed on as the guys starred at it with frightened expressions.
"¿Q-Q fue eso?" Panchito inquired.
He rubbed his hands together and rubbed his shoulders."D-Desculpa. B-B-But I-I've never seen this h-happen before," he stated.
"That's j-just great!" Donald shouted angrily as his breath became more and more visible. He mumbled a few words under his breath and got up. As he tried to walk to the T.V, José launched himself onto Donald's legs and wrapped his arms around them, almost tripping him.
"Esperar Donald! What are you gonna do?!" José shouted.
"What does it look like?! I'm gonna turn off the T.V!" He answered back as he tried to wiggle out of José's grasp.
"Não vá! It's dangerous to mess with the sobrenatural! Believe me don't go!" José pleaded.
"José's right. You shouldn't go near the t.v."
"Well whatever it is! The thing that shook the house or the skull in the bathroom! If we want it to leave, it needs a good beating!" He exclaimed as he managed to free one of his legs. José called for assistance and Panchito tackled Donald to the floor. Donald tried to get the redhead off him, but José threw himself onto the pile.
"We're doing this for your own good," José stated.
"The only good you're doing... Is depriving me of oxygen..." The suffocating Donald commented.
Then, the T.V began to spark again. Only this time, thin fog looking streams emitted from the T.V and examined them. The streams wrapped themselves around the José and Panchito's upper bodies and pinned them onto the sofa.
"Go away! Leave us alone!" Panchito shouted as he tried to escape from their cold grasp.
Donald pushed himself up and dashed to help his friends. He put his fists up to cheek level and started to throw punches at the ghostly streams of light. However, his fists went though the apparitions as they began to wrap themselves around his arms and legs. They then started to drag the poor man into the television. Donald weighed himself down and rolled onto his stomach. The apparitions that tied down the Latin men retreated and tried to pull Donald in the T.V like the others. José and Panchito quickly grabbed his hands and tried pulled him away from the T.V. The ghostly apparitions managed to pull in Donald's legs and slowly moving to his chest.
"Hang in there Donald!" Panchito exclaimed. But, Panchito's palms could only hold onto his friend for so long. Donald's pale hand slipped from Panchito's sweaty palms and he was rapidly engulfed into the T.V while José still held onto him. Panchito's quick thinking saved José from the same fate when he put his arms under his elbows and anchored the Brazilian.
"Meu Deus! Its cold in there," he commented. "Donald! Don't let go!" They tried to pull him out again, but a strong shock forced José arm to retract. When he did, is arm was covered in pink slime.
When they tried to enter the television, the screen went back to being glass. They called out for their friend as they tried to find a way to get him out. They looked behind the T.V, in the VHS player, but nothing.
"G-Guys," the familiar disembodied voice stated from the T.V.
"Donald! Is that you?! Are you o.k?! Did they hurt you?!" José asked, like how a mom would to her child after falling off their bike.
"I'm fine," he answered back. "This is trippy... Where am I?"
"You're inside the television," Panchito answered.
"I know I'm inside the t.v! But where am I?"
"We don't know Donald! What do you see?!" José asked.
"I see nothing. It's just empty here." He explained. "No color. No people. No nothing. But its freezing in here!"
Panchito stated as he banged his fists on the screen,"¡No se preocupe! We'll get you out!"
"Hurry! The things got me again!" Donald sounded like he was struggling. "Hey! Get our hands off me! Wait! Don't touch me there!" His distress made his friends feel helpless.
"Who's touching you?! Donald?!" José asked frantically. All they could do is hear his screams quickly trail off. " They called for him again, but they got no reply. The worried Mexican looked to José for answers.
Panchito placed his hands on José's shoulders and exclaimed, "How do we get him out of the television?!"
"E-Eu não sei," he muttered as he starred into Panchito's watery, amber eyes.
He shook the Brazilian and went on, "C'mon you have to know! ¿Cómo podemos ayudarle? How do we get him out of there José?!"
"Eu não sei!" José snapped as he shoved Panchito away from him.
José shifted his smoked topaz eyes down, then slumped his head. With the pressure if being the only one that knows about magic in their group and not knowing how to get Donald out of that hellhole is taking a toll on him. He pulled out a cigar from his pocket, put it in between his lips and lit it with his lighter that he got from his other pocket. He sat down on the sofa and lowered his upper body and ran his hands through his lime-green hair, thinking about how to get his friend from the white noise. Panchito, full of guilt now from putting some of the pressure on him, sat down beside his overwhelmed friend and hugged him, hoping it will calm the both of them. José also apologized to him.
"I should be the one apologizing. Not you," he explained. "It's just that the things that exit from my cerebro don't match with the things from mi corazón. La adrenalina y esas cosas."
José pondered the Mexicans statement. "... Exit... Exit... That's it!" He exclaimed joyfully. "If there's an entrance, t-then there has to be an exit, correcto?"
"Y-Yo creo," he stuttered.
"So we have to find the exit and get Donald from there! Panchito, você é um gênio!" He shouted before he gave Panchito a kiss on both his cheeks. "Perigoso?! Maybe. It could even kill us!" He said somewhat enthusiastically. "The only thing we need to do know is find the-."
They then heard multiple glasses breaking from upstairs. They hurried upstairs and into Donald's room, where they think the crash came from. When they opened the door, everything was in shambles. His window was shattered, the bedside table was in pieces and Donald's bed blocked the closet door, where streams of light emitted from the creaks. José and Panchito pushed the bed away from the closet and turned the knob. When they opened it, large gust's of wind blew onto them and a glowing blue light filled the room.
"I'm going in!" José announced as he walked toward the bright, glowing blue portal.
Panchito shouted,"¿Estás loco? Don't go in yet!" He pulled out a long piece of rope from his sleeve and told him to lift up his arms, in which he did. He tied a large knot and lassoed it onto José's waist.
As he did, José explained to him the dangers that could happen to the both of them they could face
After Panchito fastened the rope tightly, José put his hands on his shoulders and stared into Panchito's eyes, "Antes de eu ir, I want you to know that I love you a lot! Eu te amo tanto!"
The blushing Panchito gulped. "¿En serio? Seriously?"
"Sim! More than any guy could ever love his best friend!"
"Oh," he said, with a little disappointment in his tone. "Te amo tambien."
"Also," José added. Panchito anticipated some sort of confession from the Brazilian, but was dumbfounded by his strange request. "Bury me with my cigars por favor."
They embraced each other tightly and wished each other luck. Panchito watched as José was engulfed by the bright blue light.
Whoa! Things got really intense for a second there.
I wonder if the guys make it alive...
Winter break is here so the next chapter is commin soon!