WEDNESDAY NIGHT HORROR

WEEK ONE

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"The OASIS BAR and GRILL"

There are things that can’t be explained. The evil in our world is never ending. When it comes before us, sometimes we see it and sometimes we don’t. It could be right beside you or at your favorite bar.

“That guy in the corner is creepy as fuck.” Jenna said.

Hollie looked up from pouring the jack and coke. The small bar extended to the wall which was in desperate need of paint. It only took a glance for her to see his soul. There was a darkness about him. She had bartended at night since her accident at eighteen. Hollie had developed a sensitivity to light and couldn’t work during the day. One of her many talents was a six sense about people and it made her a good living at the tiny bar.

“I’ve been watching him for a couple of weeks, just stay away from him.”

Jenna placed the drink on the carrier and walked over to the table.

“Six fifty sweetheart.”

He extended his foot to get money from his pocket. His ankle brushed her leg, and the touch of her body took his breath. He pulled three crumpled twenties out of his pocket. His hands shook as he struggled to straighten the bills.

He never looked her in the eye, as he placed the money on the tray. Jenna turned to Hollie who made eye contact and then went about her work.

“I’ll be back with change.” Jenna said. The man raised his hand to stop her, still silent, still shaking.

“Oh, thank you so much.”

She turned and walked to the bar. He recorded every movement in slow motion. The jeans tightened on her body as her legs moved forward. The sound of his heart echoed in his mind, as she bent to pick up a glass. The front of Jenna’s jeans formed a smooth line and exposed the shape of her tiny body.

He sat, sipping his drink, now casually pressing his hard on trying to get relief, but there was none to be found. His phone sat in front of him. Hollies picture starred back as he read every entry of her face book posts. He had followed her since he began frequenting the Palms.

The picture on his phone blurred. The image of his hand on a girl’s mouth flashed in his mind. It barely muffled her screams. The terror was evident. Her eyes widen and the rush of blood caused her face to flush. Striations in her arms became visible then disappeared as she struggled to be free. He flexed his hips and entered her. The memory of how hot and wet she was surged through his mind.

“What the fuck are you doing; you dumb son of a bitch?” The sound of a man’s voice brought him out of his day dream.

Jim looked over at his friend at the bar.

“Frank, I think this fucking faggot was having a God Damn orgasm sitting right here at the fucking table.”

The greasy hair man jumped up from the booth and walked as quick as he could to the bathroom. He stumbled down the stairs that went into the dark entrance on the other side of the room. The two men who were playing pool didn’t pay him any attention until Frank came to the door.

“Ya’ll better watch that faggot that just passed you. He was jacking off sitting at the table.”

“You’re shitting me right.” Jerry Wilson was an off-duty policeman.

He walked to the dingy bathroom door and hit it with a closed fist.

“You better not be fucking around in there. Do you hear me?”

The pervert struggled finding the paper towels to wipe away the splash of water from his face, but there was none. He gripped the sides of the sink and watched his reflection in the mirror as the wetness dropped from his face. His embarrassment was now rage. The pistol in his back pocket had been barely visible except for the small handle sticking out. Now, it was in his shaking hand as he turned to walk into the bar.

The phone in his pocket chimed. His eyes blinked and for a moment, his rage subsided. He ignored it and pushed at the door, now refocused on the task of killing. The phone chimed once again. Frustrated, he took the phone out of his pocket and looked at the Facebook alert which told him Hollie had posted a message.

“Where do you masturbate the most?” *Inspired by admirer. It was sealed with her trademark kiss emoticon.

“I am going to kill that bitch. That fucking whore.” The pervert’s mind was on fire.

Hollie Stephani: My favorite spot is here at work!

Sara Ward: I always do it on the way home from school.

His head started to spin and the anger subsided. The flimsy wall gave a little as he fell against it. The gun was still in one hand and the phone in the other.

“She is speaking to me. She’s letting me know she likes it? What do I do? What should I say” He said to himself

The voices in his head began to torment him.

“Hollie is not talking to you. You have seen the way she looks. She knows about you, about your dirty secret. It disgusts her. She can read your thoughts and your too fucking stupid to hear her inside your head.”

“Stop!” He screamed, loud enough to be heard.

Jenna walked to the doorway of the small poolroom.

“Everything ok?”

The two guys playing pool stood upright and pointed toward the dark corridor which led to the toilet. They had no clue of the pending disaster which awaited in the next room.

Jenna watched as the toilet door eased open. The spring at the top squeaked loudly. The two pool players didn’t flinch as the psycho walked out of the shadows. He raised his hands, brushed his hair back on his head, then walked pass. The thought of Hollie masturbating had quieted his rage. The young waitress didn’t budge as he moved up the steps. He turned sideways to miss her, but her large breast brushed against his chest.

His hands started to shake once again. When he sat at the table, there was a fresh drink. The man felt eyes on him. He looked to the bar and Hollie nodded. There was a communication between them that he couldn’t explain. His eyes broke away and he sat slowly looking at the drink. For a moment, he glanced back to the bar. She was gone.

“She knows. The drink is poison.” The voices in his head rang out.

“No way. She likes me. You saw the post.”

“You’re going to die tonight, you dumb bastard, and fuck up all my plans.” The demon inside chastised him.

“Shut up. Shut up.” He said loudly. Frank jumped forward spilling his drink over the table.

“What the fuck?” This time Frank stood up slowly with his glass, looking back at the strange man. Something in his mind told him to look at the bar. Hollie shook her head and put her finger to her lips. The large man didn’t say anything. Without an explanation from her, he went and took a seat at the bar.

The phone in his pocket chimed again and Hollies friends were posting their favorite masturbation spots.

Hollie Stephani: And the women are answering like crazy!! Men...balls up!

Edie Miller: In private! Can’t help it if I’m shy.

Mark Huffman: Most often: In front of the computer. Favorite place: With someone of the opposite sex watching!

Hollie Stephani: Tonight, I am banging one out on that Pool Table in back.

Hollie watched him closely as he read her text. Every line took him farther away from his anger and embarrassment, but took him farther into his delusion. The voices inside gained control. His eyes rolled back into his head. His scalp hit the back of the booth hard, but no one noticed. The bar was sparse on a Tuesday night and to everyone there, he was another drunk with too much whiskey.

Hollie Stephani: Mark, that is kind of sexy babe!

Billie Simpson: At the O! Just kidding Hollie!

Bobbie Crow: I ain’t telling

Mack Tilley: You know I like it outside your window Hollie

Dinky Davens: Now? If you only had an audience!

The man’s face twisted. He was no longer in control. The trembling in his hands was gone and the pupil in his eyes were no longer responsive.

“Time to go everyone. You know what they say. Ya Don’t have to go home.” Hollie yelled.

The three remaining customers all sounded at the same time.

“But we have to get the hell out of here. Yes, we know.”

They pitched some cash on to the bar. Jim whispered to Hollie.

“Do I need to take that fucker out before we go.” She smiled and looked at him with knowing eyes.

“You know I can handle myself.”

“He is already gone Hollie.” Frank said. She turned and the stranger had disappeared, tab unpaid.

Jenna said goodbye and kissed her on the cheek as she left Hollie took her time and turned down the lights like every other night. She cleaned each table and the kitchen, then her phone vibrated.

Edie Miller: Covered in plastic and coconut oil would sound good. Hmmmmm….Thinking, I do have a pool table downstairs!!! Ha

Hollie typed out her last message, then she walked down the steps into the pool room. On the steps down, she kicked off her shoes, first the right over by the booth, then the left. She stood by the pool table and ran her hand across the felt.

“Hmmm, blue chalk on my ass. I wonder how that is going to look.”

She reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Hollie removed her hair tie and allowed it to drop onto her shoulders. A quick toss of her head released the tension. Her mind filled with thoughts of what was about to happen. With a quick flip of her wrist, the bra slid from her shoulders to the floor. Her pear-shaped breast teased the tips of her brown hair. Her fingers lightly ran across the nipples and chills formed on her neck and back. She unsnapped the button from her pants and allowed them to fall. The thought of being totally exposed drove heat and moisture to just the right places. A chime rang from the dark corridor by the bathroom.

Hollie Stephani: Gonna beat you too it. On my way now!

Her text had just posted. The Psycho fumbled with one hand to turn down the phone as he groped himself with the other. He watched the show take place before him. Hollie had not reacted to the chime and his eyes never left her as she lay down upon the table. Slowly, she raised her legs. Her calves flexed after a hard night and she ran her hands down the inside of her thighs. Her ankles now touched opposite sides of the pool table. She gently traced the line of her body, slowly parting the skin until she reached her clitoris. She pressed hard to release the pressure that had been building, then rubbed the tip back and forth with her fingers.

A smile came upon her face as reached for the phone. The camera clicked and the picture of her lying on the table was saved. She lay the phone down and began to finish what she started. A shadow shifted from the darkness to the light. The man now stood at the end of the table. His voice gurgled, but Hollies breath remained calm.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment.” He reached down and grabbed Hollie by the ankles. He pulled her up to him. Thoughts of his cock going inside her quickly came to an end.

“Me too!” Hollie said. Fear filled him. Once again, his hands began to shake.

“Run, now, run. I told you.” The voice sounded in his head.

He looked down at Hollie. Her eyes were fiery red. Fangs came from her mouth as she devoured his neck, taking away a large chunk of meat. The blood shot across the room. He screamed, but there was no one there to hear his cries. For a moment, he pictured the girl he killed the night before. The pain of the skin being pulled from his back took away his vision. The meat she raked from his shoulder blades hit the floor first as Hollies naked body pounced on him.

“Do you like me on top?” She said as the tips of her fingers ripped the skin from his face.

She locked on to his neck with her mouth and drained the blood from his body, then tossed him aside like the carcass of a skinned fish.

She finished, then slid back onto the pool table. Hollie reached down and posted the picture of her from earlier. Slowly, her back reached the felt and she spread her legs. Her fingers found their destination and the moans from her pleasure filled the dark room. The chalk from the pool table formed a beautiful pattern on her back as she squirmed and move to match the rhythm of her hand.

Her phone began to chime and with the touch of a button, the sound was muted. She never got to view the message.

Dinky Davenport: Run. Hollie Run! There are two sets of eyes in the darkness behind you.

Huffman Monk