No Gein: An Alternate Horror. Part One

Posted: October 1, 2020 in No Gein
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This is a story I wrote about the Ed Gein case. It is not written to glorify the awful things he did. It is written partly to explore the concept of popular culture alternate history. Lots of fiction is written about what if wars and elections turned out differently, here I will apply that concept to popular movies, television, etc. Enjoy

Part One: Hunting Season

October 26th, 1957. Plainfield Wisconsin

Deer season was coming, and Worden’s Hardware Store was packed, at least as packed as a store could get in a town of 700. Irene recognized most of the men she saw in the aisles who, along with her husband Lester, were stocking up on ammunition and other supplies. A few even bought brand new firearms for the new season. Deer were plentiful in the area, and Irene knew that soon on scores of properties across town, carcasses of dead deer would be hung up, skinned and gutted.

Irene’s daughter would not be hunting. Her little one was looking through the comic books. Irene watched her daughter’s tiny hands happily pick out issues of Millie the Model and Archie for mom to buy. She heard the store’s door open behind her and could see her daughter smile as she tugged on her arm. “Look mommy,” she said as the small man entered the store. Both mother and daughter happily recognized the babysitter that had often been to their home.

“Well hello Ed!” Irene warmly greeted. “How are you today?”

“I’m good, I’m good.” The man said, tipping his baseball cap to her as he walked by. “Will you be making those Christmas cookies again this year?’ 

“It’s not Christmas without them!” Irene laughed as she said “You must really like them, we haven’t even survived Halloween yet!.”

“They are pretty great.” Ed said, his light voice raised slightly in enthusiasm. He then looked down at the little girl. He smiled at her with his lopsided grin and asked “And how is this tiny rugrat?” The young girl giggled as she looked up at her babysitter. Ed was a short man, but to her he must have seemed like a giant. He made a gesture with his hands and teased “Got your nose.” She laughed again as she put her little hands over her nose. He then waved his hands to the side of her head and said “Got your ears!” 

She laughed again, and then covered her ears before retaliating, waving her own hand at his stubbled face and boasted “Got your eyeball!”

“Oh no, how am I gonna read now!” Ed mimicked being blind, closing his eyes causing the fleshy growth above his left eyelid to slightly flatten. Irene laughed along with her daughter as somehow he made his way to the magazine rack. Miraculously, he was still able to pick out the new issues of what everyone knew to be his favorite magazines; Inside Crime, Startling Detective, and Man of Action.

“Are you a Man of Action Ed?” Irene heard the voice of her husband behind her. She then felt his hand in hers, as, not waiting for Ed to answer, he said to her, “Let’s get some Halloween candy and then get out of here.”

Ed didn’t answer anyway, he just looked back at Lester, facing him with his meek posture. Irene tugged back on her daughter’s arm and politely said “Well it was nice seeing you Ed. Have a happy Halloween.”

Ed’s head nodded, “Thank you, thank you you too.” He stared blankly at them as Irene while she and her family resumed their shopping. 

Usually there wasn’t a line at Worden’s, but it was getting to be that busy time of year. Irene saw Ed ahead of them in line waiting to check out. He looked antsy, anxious to get to the register. She didn’t blame him, as she wanted to be on her way before her daughter asked her to buy more stuff.

Eventually the line moved along and she felt more relaxed. She noticed Ed appeared more still as well, his head fixed ahead, not fidgety as he is known for being. Now they were close enough that they could see Bernice, the owner of the store. She was now in her late 50s, and was known as a hard working honest woman. She reminded Irene of Ed’s mother, and mused to herself how those in town who remembered Augusta Gein probably would have agreed, except that Bernice was a lot friendlier.

Augusta was long for this world now. Irene felt a little sorry for Ed, which was why she delivered Christmas cookies to him last year. Once again the holiday season was right around the corner, and she wondered how he would be spending it. She then realized she never thanked him for helping her husband with some odds and ends around the house.

“Ed?” He looked startled as she put her hand on his shoulder, but then appeared to relax once he saw Irene’s familiar face. “Ed, I was saying thank you again for fixing the door. It doesn’t squeak at all anymore.”

“Oh, your welcome.” His eyes shifted between her and her husband as he said. “It’s no trouble at all.”

“Next.” A familiar voice sounded. Ed looked to see her standing before him. It was his turn now.

“Hello Ed!” the shop owner greeted as Ed put his items on the counter.

“Hello, hello Bernice.” He said as she rang the items up. “How, how are you today?”

“Well business is booming so I’m good!” she laughed.

“It sure, it sure is busy today.” Ed awkwardly said. Irene blushed behind him as she wondered if he’d planned to open with that line. She wondered, perhaps she distracted him and threw him off his game plan.

“Yes, it sure is.” Bernice answered.  “Are you all ready for deer season?”

“Well I don’t hunt actually,” Looking at the store’s gun rack he added, “but I was wondering about your rifles.”

Bernice turned around to look. “What about them?”

“Well, my Marlin rifle only fires .22 shorts. I was thinking about trading it in for one that could also use long and long rifles.”

Pointing to a particular gun on the store rack, Bernice explained “Well this one should do the trick. It’s my favorite rifle actually, pretty handy.”

“Ok,” Ed nodded, he glanced back at the line behind him, his hands fluttered as if he was nervous and he said “I’ll take a look at it some other time then.”

The two then finished their transaction. Ed reached across the counter to hand his money over. His rough skin brushed against her soft hands as she took his cash saying “Well it will be here waiting. You have a good day now Ed.”

Bernice then looked past him to Irene and her husband, who approached and put their items on the counter. “See you Ed.” Irene said, but she noticed Ed kept his gaze on Bernice, as if he were desperately trying to think of something else to say.  

“Have a, have a good day Bernice.” was all he could do. He at least said her name. 

Once Ed shuffled out the door Lester joked; “Looks like Eddie’s in love.”

Bernice blushed as Irene retorted “Oh don’t tease. Ed’s a nice man, he’s just a little simple.”

Bernice leaned forward. “You know,” she said in a hush, but not too low of a hush, “ last week he asked me to ‘try out the floor’ at the roller skating rink in Hancock.”

“Get out!” Irene said, aghast.

“I didn’t know old Casper Milquetoast could roller skate!” Lester kidded, comparing the local simpleton to a character from the Timid Soul comic strip.

“Well I sure can’t, at least that’s what I told him!” Bernice revealed as the trio burst into laughter.

“Can you move it along up there please?” An impatient customer yelled from the back.

“Alright Ronald, hold your horses.” Bernice barked back. The young couple then paid for their goods and got out of the line. 

“Oh poor Ed.” Irene thought to herself.  “Odd little fellow. Completely harmless though. One day he’ll be gone and people may not even remember him.”

The wind always howled out here as Sally sped down highway 51. She fumbled through the radio stations in her dad’s car, but couldn’t find anything worth listening to. She recognized Moonlight Swim by Anthony Perkins, but immediately turned the dial killing the sappy love song. Her dad loved that music, but to her nothing was worth a damn out here. She recalled from her school days local author Hamlin Garland, who described the great dead heart of Wisconsin as a panorama of delight. Kodak country others called it. Why did she have to be born in such a Godforsaken place? Soon it wouldn’t matter. She figured in a few days she’d be in San Francisco, where she’d be around buildings, around people, around sky-scrapers, and the ocean, instead of being around these massive red barns and silos like silver bullets that dotted the faded pink soil. 

After a while she could see that off to her right, way off in the distance, the sun was setting below the horizon, dimming the lights in this expansive sky. Darkness enclosed in on her, and eventually she could only see by the headlights of the automobile. Her foot slammed the petal while her eyes relentlessly scanned the road ahead. There was little chance of an accident with another vehicle, but there was the odd chance of a stray cow or horse in the road.

This gave her mind time to wander. She wondered how long her stupid parents would even notice the car was missing. They went to bed early tonight, but her annoying little brother was probably still up. Hopefully he didn’t notice and rat her out. If she was lucky, she’d be out of the state before they even knew she was missing. Then there’d be no chance they’d catch her. She’d be long gone, and would be spending her time hanging out with Kerouac and Ginsberg, writing poetry and performing music.

Her path ahead was clear as day, but it would be an interior issue that slowed her down. The engine sputtered and her velocity waned. “Shit!” she thought to herself. She left in such a hurry she didn’t bother to check the gas. Her car sputtered to the side of the road and now she was in trouble. For all she knew nothing was around for miles. Once she shut the car off the air was almost pitch black, save a sliver of moonlight that shined down from the dead empty sky. Looking out over the surrounding trees her eyes faintly made out a blocky like shape not too far ahead. It might be a house. If she was lucky, someone had a farm out here and could help her. If the home was abandoned, she could at least spend the night there and figure her next step in the morning light. 

It wouldn’t be much of a story if Sally didn’t encounter something horrifying now would it? Come back tomorrow to find out what it was!

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