Authors note: Sorry, I forgot to mention the foul language in this story. There is some...
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Ben tried to crawl inside the couch. He literally tried to hide behind the cushions. An insane stare clouded his face and spittle sprayed out along with his heavy, uncontrolled breath... He drew his knees up to his chin in a sort of sitting, fetal position...
Both men cowered as far back from the open window as they could. Dan had pushed himself as far back into the couch as the springs would allow, his fingernails not actually cutting the fabric of the arm of the couch, but leaving groves just the same. "What the fuck! What the fuck Ben? What happened to Carl? It pulled him right out of his fucking shoes Ben! Ben?"
Ben just sat there, to terrified to move. "It isn't me, not me this time. It's not me..." He kept repeating it over and over.
"Pulled him right out of his shoes Ben. Jesus! I can't believe this shit is happening! We 'gotta' do something Ben." Dan had grabbed Ben's arm and was shaking him again. "We've got to find Carl!"
Ben seemed to come out of his stupor a bit. "You want to be a hero Dan, go ahead. I'm staying right where I am."
"If your ass got hauled out the window, we would be looking for you Ben! We can't just leave him out there! We've got to do something..."
We are doing something," shouted Ben, "we're sitting here, waiting for it to get light out. I got more candles. Their in the back bed room. Why don't you go get them?"
"No fucking way pal. I ain't going back there Ben. My ass is here for the long haul. If we're not going to go looking for Carl, you get the damn candles, this is your party."
"Chicken shit! There's a big one right on my dresser in the bed room, it'll last the rest of the night."
"Fine, go get it. You're the one who said you were afraid of the dark... I'm fine in the dark. Love it as a matter of fact."
They sat there a while longer, refusing to even look at each other. The small candle grew shorter by the minute. Finally, Ben got to his feet. "I'll go get the candle, but I'm taking this one with me so I don't bust my ass falling over anything. You coming?"
"I told you, I'm fine in the dark." Replied Dan. "I'll guard the beer."
A strained little laugh escaped from Ben. "Very funny. Don't go near the windows, stay right where you are, understand?"
"Hey, you don't have to worry about me. No damn three armed, hairy beast is going to rip my head off as long as I sit here and mind my own business, and don't go sticking it out a window or door. I know how it is in the books..."
Ben slowly walked through the kitchen towards the back bedroom. He held the candle in front of him, searching the shadows for, well, he didn't know what. With his head swinging side to side looking for danger, he made his way down the hallway and into the bedroom. As he reached for the larger candle on the dresser, he heard a chilling scream. Jumping in fright, he dropped the lit candle which promptly went out plunging him into a total black out.
The screaming continued and it was apparent a scuffle was going on from all the pounding and thrashing noises. Ben frantically searched for his lighter but he had left it in the living room. One last gurgling yelp of pain, and silence once again settled in on the trailer. Ben remembered he had a lighter on his night stand next to the bed. He stumbled over to it and managed to get the new candle lit in his trembling hand.
"You think he'll ever come out?" Asked Dan.
"Nah." Replied Carl. "We got his ass back but good this time. He's in there shitting his pants. He never gave it a thought that we were good enough to pull one of his own pranks on him."
"Well I think he's probably had enough, don't you? Maybe he'll think twice before he fucks with us again. Let's go back in and see what he's doing."
They had stood outside for hours, watching the trailer, thinking about how Ben must be inside, scared shitless. It was already getting light out.
Carl thanked the friends who had helped them and told them they could go on home. It had worked out great. All the utilities were easily accessible like they are on all house trailers. It was a piece of cake for his friends to shut the power and phone off. And the black cardboard they placed in front of the windows did it's trick of cutting off the wind and making it pitch black in side. All they had to do was keep Ben away from the windows and the door. With just the candle light to see by inside, the effect was perfect.
When Carl leaned out the window, one of his friends simply yanked him out side and quickly replaced the black cardboard. Carl had suffered a few scrapes in the process and had blood all over his cloths, but it was well worth it.
And it was just pure luck how Ben gave Dan the opportunity to sneak out when it was his turn to pull a disappearing act. While Ben was getting the candle from the bedroom, he just made the proper screaming noises, thumped around a bit, and climbed out the window. He also suffered from a few scraped knuckles and a banged up knee, but again, he felt it was well worth the price.
Dan and Carl were still standing outside, gloating at their great success and congratulating themselves. Their friends had all left and they decided to go in and gloat some more in Ben's face. That's when the cop car pulled up.