No Gein: An Alternate Horror Part Two

Posted: October 2, 2020 in No Gein Stories, No Gein: An Alternate Horror
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Part Two: Don’t Go In The House

October 26th 1990, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania

As soon as she walked in she heard her brother’s loud boisterous voice. “I’m over here!” Helen joined other faces in the diner turning to see George sitting at a booth slurping his soda. She gave a polite smile as she approached his table. It had been a while since she’d seen him, and it looked like he’d put on more weight, something she was always concerned about for him. What she found more disconcerting was his T-shirt, which she noticed as she sat down at his table.

“Really? The Zodiac killer?” Helen asked, puzzled.

“Yeah he was awesome,” George grinned as he said, “especially since he never got caught!” 

“If you say so.” The waitress then arrived to give George his tall stack of pancakes before taking Helen’s order. 

“Ooh gimmie gimmie!” George reached over to get his massive plate as his sister placed her order. ‘Trouble Me’ by Burn Victims played over the speakers while the two siblings made small talk and the other patrons in the diner ate.

While it had been a while since she talked to George, there wasn’t much new going on with him. She herself had some news. “I met someone recently.” she said. “We went to see a movie at the Boyd a few days ago. He’s really nice.”

“I hope he’s better than the last guy you dated. I thought he was a douchebag.”

“Yeah he was.” she laughed as she recalled. “This one is nicer.” Her next sentence she said a little more timidly. “I met him at Church.”

“Church!” George said, repulsed. “What are you going there for?”

“Well some of my girlfriends at work invited me to First Presbtyrian. They’re really nice people.”

“If you say so.” George said dismissively before taking a bite of his food.

The waitress returned with a plate of French toast and a coffee while Helen asked “What about you, are you dating anyone?”

“Nah, I mean I talk to a few girls around, but prospects don’t look too good around here. You know what I mean?”

“Oh ok.” She responded. “Do you still see your role playing group?”

“No not really.” George complained. “We were just about to kill an acid dragon in the Dragonlance setting too, but Glenn got a new job where he works nights. Then Steve just had a kid, so that sucks.”

“Okay.” Helen tried not to laugh at her brother saying having a kid “sucks.”

“I might see some of the old crew from university though.” George said. “Going to Hallow-con after this.”

“Oh, one of your horror conventions?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be so cool!” He now got more animated as he talked. “Tom Savini is gonna be there again, along with some of the cast from Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street. I mean, a lot of them I met already but it’s always cool to see them. Then there’s this one author I’ve been corresponding with. I’m going to get to talk to him in person tonight. So that will be awesome.”

“That’s neat.” Helen said, revealing no measure of excitement. Then, speaking quietly again she added, “So, I’m going to see dad tonight”

Helen desperately hoped he would remember the significance of today’s date, but he simply said “OK.”

“He’s doing fine by the way.” Helen added, still hoping her brother would take the hint.

“Good to know,” George said, chomping down another bite of his food.

“I’m doing alright too.” Helen continued. “I’ll be finishing my nursing degree this Spring.”

“Wicked.” Suddenly her brother remembered another detail about the convention. “Hey, you know who’s going to be there, that guy you like from your soap opera!” 

“Oh, the Doctor?” Now it was Helen whose face lit up.

“You got it.” George pointed his finger and grinned, knowing she would enjoy this news.

“Cool, well say hi to him for me.”

In a rare moment of graciousness, George said “I sure will.”

October 26th, 1957, Plainfield Wisconsin

The air was silent save the crunching sound of Sally’s feet hitting the rocky path before her. She slowly crept toward the dark ominous building. It appeared to be a decent sized house, two stories that probably had around five bedrooms. The paint was grey and flaking, and the roof was poorly thatched. Rusted equipment sat in the yard, she recognized an old cultivator and manure spreader. She would be happy to never see another fanning mill as long as she lived. 

Also nearby the house was what looked to her like a chicken coup, and a woodshed stood close by. Dead clumps of weeds poked up through the light snow. As she drew closer to the building, no part of her soul thought don’t go in the house. In fact, she began to think she would have to spend the night on an empty hardwood floor inside, as she could see no lights within the structure. However, she did see two vehicles, a Chevy pickup, and what looked like a maroon-colored Sedan.

“Hello!” she shouted desperately. “Is anybody there?” but the air was as empty with sound as the skies were scarce of clouds. The wood creaked as she walked up the splintered steps. She pondered how she may be the first human being to walk on this sagging porch since it was abandoned. Many of the windows were boarded up, but thankfully the door was not. She was relieved to not have to pry plywood boards in order to enter the home. 

“Hello!” Sally instinctively called out again while pushing the creaky door open. Expecting to find emptiness, she was startled to see small lights inside, as a few kerosene lamps were on. However, she could not bring herself to say another word, as once she stepped through that door, it was as though she were stepping into another dimension. No place in the infinite abyss that we call the cosmos could have destroyed her mind as much as this place, this place not far from her own home, in her own country. Ginsberg howled of his generation being swallowed by madness, but neither Ginsberg nor Burroughs, nor any of the Beatniks in their drug induced stream of conscious ramblings could have envisioned the images of the mad and macab that Sally witnessed in that moment. 

Sally shrieked in an inhuman wail as she blindly flew out the door. Her feet stumbled on the sagging steps and she fell and hit the earth below. Banging her knee on the ground she cried out again, this time not in hysteria but in pain. Another shrieking sound followed, but this was more the squeal of an animal, and it came from within the house. Another set of quick footsteps followed, and Sally pushed herself back to her feet. She knew she wasn’t seriously hurt, but for the moment her knee was in pain and she hobbled away as fast as she could. She dared not turn around to look at that awful place again, only catching a glimpse of it when she fled into the woodshed and shut the door behind her. Resting on her good knee, through the splits in the wood she could just barely see another shape lurking about the darkness. It looked like a woman, at least it had long curly hair like one, but it looked strange and misshapen. Its skin flopped about as its head darted through the air, still making that awful squealing sound while searching for the intruder to its home. The thing was small in stature, and she could make out that it was carrying a rifle. While kneeling down and rubbing her knee, she took some small consolation that she wasn’t seriously hurt. 

It was then that she felt something brush against her shoulder. Jumping back to her feet, she covered her mouth as she gasped. There was no sound, save the awful squealing outside. Nothing but blackness was visible behind her. She wouldn’t dare turn on a flashlight had she possessed one, but she did have a lighter. The small flame lit up the enclosed space, and the first thing Sally noticed were a pair of human feet

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