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her knee, falling forward over her. She screamed; the pain was incredible. A full weight, grown man, crunching a tender joint.
The ghastly apparition let out a scream. The scream was loud and painful; it was so fucking loud, you couldn't hear a single person screaming in reply. That shit would blow out eardrums if it could. By the time it stopped, everyone had adrenaline charging through them in big waves. The lights turned back on and the boy--Oliver, the peeled little boy--vanished.
It was Mikaela who first noticed Ben was dead, her adrenaline racing. "Fuck, guys." His eyes were swollen shut again. He looked dead when they had found him, it seemed remarkable, to me, at least, that he had survived this long. Surely he had died from complications related to the brutal beating he took.
But Mikaela and the others attributed it to the ghost. Good for them. Making decisions! It was already 5:45.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Ricky and Rachel were missing. Perhaps they had both gone to work the generator?
When Ricky came back in the front door, the ladies were all sobbing softly. Ben was definitely dead.
Now, I'm just riffing for a moment here, but if you were the ghost, would you count Ben as one of your victims for the six o'clock deadline? Would you count Rafael? Or do those people not count because, you know, they weren't directly caused by you. I mean, maybe Ben was, but if he can't take a proper whooping, whose fault was that?!?
That's why I think there were two more corpses. That's my theory. Ben didn't count. If he can't handle the terror, fuck 'em.
"Everybody else okay?" Mike said. He sounded nervous. They started as thirteen and now they were eleven. And nobody knew how to fucking leave. They were scared to try again, after what happened to Ben. Leave and get beat to shit, end up back here, and then die.
Damn scary.
Jenny clung nervously to the tall man. "Where is Rachel?" The time was ticking. 5:50.
"Didn't she go with you?" Beezer asked nervously. "Ricky? Didn't she start the generator with you?"
He turned slowly towards the immobile man on the couch, and he said, "No, I went alone. Where did she go?"
Tiffany stood up and walked past the tiny hallway with the wooden stairs into the dining room kitchen area. Rachel wasn't in there. But there was blood everywhere. She screamed and ran back to the safe room. "There's blood," she whispered, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Mike and Ricky went together to the kitchen, and she was right; there was blood everywhere, pooled on the floor and Carson's head was sitting in the sink. Jenny stepped behind them and said without thinking, "That's how you make head cheese." She vomited suddenly in the blood.
"Oh God, Jenny, I'm so sorry," Ricky said.
She stopped hurling, stood, and screamed, "You told me to bring them!" She shook her arm at him, her body trembling with fury. "You told me to bring them! Where is Cletus?" She shuddered. "Why the fuck would you do this to him? He was just a baby."
Her tears were hard and fast, staring at the goat's head. "What did you do with the rest of him?"
Ricky was silent, staring at the blood. His head must have been cut off here, in the kitchen. "I didn't do this," he finally said.
"Rachel, then. Where is she? Why would she cut off his fucking head!" She let out another sob.
Mike said suddenly, "What the hell is head cheese?"
Jenny's sobs turned into hysterical laughter. It was like watching someone lose her mind. Between snot-soaked laughter, she said, "It's where you make cheese in a fucking head. You gotta scoop out the brains..."
Mike stared at her; the tears, snot, and laughter flowing free. "You okay?"
"Fucking bitch butchered my pet goat. I've been better," Jenny said, catching her breath and back to game mode. She was a farmer; she'd seen many a butchered animal. Hell, she'd even butchered quite a few herself. Once the shock wore off, she could get herself
The ghastly apparition let out a scream. The scream was loud and painful; it was so fucking loud, you couldn't hear a single person screaming in reply. That shit would blow out eardrums if it could. By the time it stopped, everyone had adrenaline charging through them in big waves. The lights turned back on and the boy--Oliver, the peeled little boy--vanished.
It was Mikaela who first noticed Ben was dead, her adrenaline racing. "Fuck, guys." His eyes were swollen shut again. He looked dead when they had found him, it seemed remarkable, to me, at least, that he had survived this long. Surely he had died from complications related to the brutal beating he took.
But Mikaela and the others attributed it to the ghost. Good for them. Making decisions! It was already 5:45.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Ricky and Rachel were missing. Perhaps they had both gone to work the generator?
When Ricky came back in the front door, the ladies were all sobbing softly. Ben was definitely dead.
Now, I'm just riffing for a moment here, but if you were the ghost, would you count Ben as one of your victims for the six o'clock deadline? Would you count Rafael? Or do those people not count because, you know, they weren't directly caused by you. I mean, maybe Ben was, but if he can't take a proper whooping, whose fault was that?!?
That's why I think there were two more corpses. That's my theory. Ben didn't count. If he can't handle the terror, fuck 'em.
"Everybody else okay?" Mike said. He sounded nervous. They started as thirteen and now they were eleven. And nobody knew how to fucking leave. They were scared to try again, after what happened to Ben. Leave and get beat to shit, end up back here, and then die.
Damn scary.
Jenny clung nervously to the tall man. "Where is Rachel?" The time was ticking. 5:50.
"Didn't she go with you?" Beezer asked nervously. "Ricky? Didn't she start the generator with you?"
He turned slowly towards the immobile man on the couch, and he said, "No, I went alone. Where did she go?"
Tiffany stood up and walked past the tiny hallway with the wooden stairs into the dining room kitchen area. Rachel wasn't in there. But there was blood everywhere. She screamed and ran back to the safe room. "There's blood," she whispered, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Mike and Ricky went together to the kitchen, and she was right; there was blood everywhere, pooled on the floor and Carson's head was sitting in the sink. Jenny stepped behind them and said without thinking, "That's how you make head cheese." She vomited suddenly in the blood.
"Oh God, Jenny, I'm so sorry," Ricky said.
She stopped hurling, stood, and screamed, "You told me to bring them!" She shook her arm at him, her body trembling with fury. "You told me to bring them! Where is Cletus?" She shuddered. "Why the fuck would you do this to him? He was just a baby."
Her tears were hard and fast, staring at the goat's head. "What did you do with the rest of him?"
Ricky was silent, staring at the blood. His head must have been cut off here, in the kitchen. "I didn't do this," he finally said.
"Rachel, then. Where is she? Why would she cut off his fucking head!" She let out another sob.
Mike said suddenly, "What the hell is head cheese?"
Jenny's sobs turned into hysterical laughter. It was like watching someone lose her mind. Between snot-soaked laughter, she said, "It's where you make cheese in a fucking head. You gotta scoop out the brains..."
Mike stared at her; the tears, snot, and laughter flowing free. "You okay?"
"Fucking bitch butchered my pet goat. I've been better," Jenny said, catching her breath and back to game mode. She was a farmer; she'd seen many a butchered animal. Hell, she'd even butchered quite a few herself. Once the shock wore off, she could get herself
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