Never-ending Story!

[kittymao]

You all should be profusely spanked for not thinking of this!

I will start a story. The next poster will continue with it. So on and so forth until the end of time.
Pretty easy. And will guarantee to be pretty weird.


The Night was humid, and the threat of rain hovered with the low-hanging clouds slung across the inky sky. The stars twinkled with reckless abandon and despite the threat or precipitation, the warm October night was beautiful.
Gail sat on the driveway of her home, the pavement still warm from the day's sun. She looked up at the building clouds and hoped for rain. While she disliked winter and the rain that season broght, warm rain she enjoyed and looked forward to it.
" Maybe a thunderstorm too, I'd hope..." An unfamilair voice said, and she turned to see....

[Christine_0701]

*not a conitnuation but...*

winter and the rain that season broght????

Well..winter here is rain...but i think of winter bringing SNOW lol

[girl-who-loves-sharks]

...the smarmy weatherman from Channel Seven, Link Lortester, who had recently moved next door. The pomade in his blue-black hair reflected the moonlight. Gail rolled her eyes as she stood to raise her arms in an I'm-so-sleepy gesture.

"Good night," Gail said, turning to climb the seven steps to her front door.
"Until we meet again, lovely lady," replied Link Lortester.
"Not if I can help it," Gail whispered as she turned the doorknob.

Gail turned on the light in the foyer and looked through the mail. There was a bill for the newspaper, and a brochure from her insurance company. A fat yellow envelope with boxy red lettering slipped from her hand.

"Ooh, what's this?" Gail asked, excited.

She opened it and found...

[Seusomon]

...the most unusual object she had ever seen. It was a metallic disk, intricately worked and carved with filigrees and floral emblems, and embedded in the metalwork were five colored gems, that seemed to be glowing from their own light, though the disk was not thick enough to house any batteries. One was amber, the second was dark green, the third midnight blue, the fourth cherry red, and the fifth and last one was pearlescent, like an abalone shell.

She searched the envelope for some kind of note or explanation, but found nothing. There was no return address, and the postmark was illegible except for the letters ...URNTI...

Gail ran her fingertips slowly over the disk. As she grazed the green gemstone, there was a clap of tunder and the rain began coming down in sheets. She ran quickly to shut the open window in the bedroom, still holding the metal disk in her hand. As she left the bedroom, she heard....

[kittymao]

... a rough clatter from her dresser. She whipped around- maybe her cat Fester had come through thr window to retreat from the rain and had decided to dump her jewelery box in his escape from the weather.

"Festy?" She called as she peered through teh darkness. " You know you're not supposed to be up there." She was silent as she waited for him to meow a resonse. Several more clatters came from the dresser, as did a small tittler that could be mistaken as laughter, if one was eccentric enough.

Gial walked over to the lamp, and called one more time. "Fester, Get down..." she said, then turned on the lamp. A glance at the dresser caused her to gasp in awe and shock- she almost dropped her mailed-jeweled-glowing trinket.

For on her dreser was/were ....

[ben]

... a unusual six-inch hole. Perplexed and tongue-tied, Gail examined the mysterious hole. It was as if a large drill had been used to bore into the exact center of the dresser. It was cut clean, sanded and polished, in fact, the cat dander and dust from the room seemed to be gently sucked toward it. The hole continued into the dresser as if the dresser was 5 feet of solid oak. After a couple feet of beautifully polished oak, the hole turned a gentle 90 degrees downward from which nothing more could be seen. As she came closer to it, she could hear the scratchy sound that she thought was laughter before. It was a distant voice. She paused. She could barely make it out. She stood back. Forgetting all that horror movies had taught her, she bent closer to the hole and quickly shot her hand into the hole and as she pulled it out just as fast, a drip of nervous sweat dripped off of her brow in relief. She kept telling herself, "what the fuck!?" "am I dreaming this?!". But it was no dream, because she had pinched herself quite viciuosly. She touched the inside of the wooden hole, but nothing happened. Soothed by the feel of real wood and forgetting how strange this really was, she looked deep into the hole and turned her head so that her ear was in the exact center of the hole. What was once a tittler, was now clear and concise. She could hear the environment completely as if she had been transported to another place. It was windy and raining, a door was creaking in the distance, and she was aware of a person very close to her. Or at least close to the other end of the hole where she was hearing all of this. Quietly under his breath, he said "stupid... what an idiot! ...what was I thinking..." He shuffled his feet and kicked a rock out into the street. Imitating his moronic voice, he repeated exaggeratingly, "Until we meet again, lovely lady". Gail stood up staring at her dresser from a safer distance. She looked at her sweaty white knuckled hands cluching tightly the jeweled metal disc which for the first time, she noticed was about the same diameter as the hole. She looked at Fester who was looking back at her for advice, head turned. She looked at the front door and visually confirmed that the deadbolt was still in. And then back at the hole. The rain was pouring and thunder clapped loudly. She could hear him mumbling again and she cautiously resumed her eavesdropping. She could tell that he was now in the middle of the street from the familiar buzz of the street lights and the sound of the rain on the asphalt. He began again "Fucking Idi-" CRASH! Lightning struck and Link Lortester was dead. The bedroom was lit with the light still and Gail wanted to go look out of her window to see what she knew was a dead weatherman. But she could not move her ear from the hole. She could hear each and everyone of her neighbors. Some of them screamed from the crashing lighting, some were running toward a window, Mrs Rodriguez across the street peed her pants and cursed. Then she heard Mrs. Lortester screaming and running toward her dead husband, "LINKY! Oh my god! Linky! Someone call 911! Help! Oh my dear LINKY!" RRRRRRnrrrnrnnrrning. The phone. Gail got up and found the phone under her sheets. RRRrrRrning. Caller ID says "510-785-1098 Rodriguez, Ana Maria". RrrrrRRringg. Gail looked yet again at the flashing metal disc and the hole and answered the phone as if nothing had ever happened... "Hello-o?"

[bluecrayon]

"Gail", a deep voice rumbled into her ear , "You knew I would come back, didn't you?"

Gail fumbles with her memory bank trying to dance through the fear that has crept down the buttons of her sweater. She remembers nickels pressed against her cheeks and a boy with red hair licking the tears off her face.

Instinctively, she runs her finger into the hole in the dresser drawer and is not even surprised when a cool wetness embraces one of her fingers...

"Yes, I am here, Gail!" a laugh, a sigh..."and I am over there, too" Turning she sees a red sock sliding beneath the bed, a black belt clanging on the floor, shadows etching across the floor...

Time is bending now, she thinks. Reaching into the darkness she feels a prick of energy slice into her paralysis -- "Crawl into the hole," his voice murmurs into her head, "I am waiting here for you..."

In a moment of God pausing the wheel, she feels the room shift. Her body moves closer to the floor. She is small against the grain of the wood. She feels the hole in the drawer looming large before her.

She giggles as she slides through and feels his fingers....

[medeous]

ker-thunk! "dammit!" she mutters, trying to decide whether or not to go back for the shoe that fell off.

[cryptaesia]

But it never seems to change from that moment and she waits, frozen in time. A tear crystalizes on her cheek and then blackness.

The dresser was auctioned off when the owner didnt return and the hole went unnoticed as was it goal, cancelling out one check at a time until the moment when all things come together in one flash of brilliance.
The next owners, an elderly couple that thought the dresser might look nice in their bookstore, were unsuspecting hosts to this mirage that posed as house furniture.
The bookstore itself was situated in an old victorian style three storey home along the edge of main street park. The summer festivities brought many customers to their cozy little shop. During the book fair in august they ran a table at the park and needed a half dozen extra employees to help with the influx of customers from the big city down the highway looking for that rare find. A strange tales with Lovecraft, A first edition paperback of junky by William Burroughs, a trashed promo copy of hells angels used by Dr. Thompson during his 73 lecture tour.
It was here the dresser slept, waiting to unlock its secret again.

[bluecrayon]

Time swirled around Gail like confetti as she tumbled into it's prismatic grasp -- yesterday stood in the corner like a shy boy at a dance while tomorrow leered snidely and dangled from a century ago --- today clattered meaninglessly against her fingers.

William Burrough's voice intermingled with Charlotte Bronte's melodrama and James Joyce skittered through the two like a child in the sandbox.

words were trapped in the wood of the dresser and crowded around her memory like refugees trying to flee.

"This was all a trap," she cried against last year's smile. "And I have no words left to fight against this..."

It was then she spotted the red folder half hidden beneath the dresser legs...

"THIS WAY OUT -- Emergency Words"

In her startled reaction she did not notice a finger tucked into the folder...

she did not really comprehend the sound as the folder slowly pulled into darkness.

[cryptaesia]

AWAKE.

Yes, but where was she? She looked around slowly sheilding her eyes from the brightness of daylight. Sound slowly filtered in, and a picture came into focus.
She sat atop the hill looking down over the beach and the bay lined with many sailboats and revellers on this beautiful day. Childern could be heard playing below her and the sky was dappled lightly with white cottony clouds.
All was now well though, she had never been here, and even the beauty of this place could not mask a slightly sinister feeling, like the taste of a pill wasting away on the back of your throat. No water can wash it away.

[WonkyWalkingShoe]

She rose and started for the beach below walking slowly down the hill, and with each step darkness crept in like an unwholesome guest. The once harmless clouds boiled and frothed into a dark storm. The wind picked up whipping her skirt about her ankles as she progressed triggering the memory of when she last saw him. The tide had become a violent beast throwing itself repeatedly against a beach that developed rocks like teeth waiting to swallow its victims.

[bluecrayon]

it was only then she realized, with alarm, that she was still in the hole beneath the dresser -- her mind was projecting the places she had danced in her life all around her -- almost beckoning her to choose where she wanted to end up. He was nowhere in sight or hearing now -- only the silence made noise as it rattled around what little space her body did not already fill.

she remembered the book of emergency words, then. Stretching her arm to the breaking point as she reached beneath a sliver of darkness, she felt the corner of a book as it slowly was being pushed back toward her...

[Mermaid]

The darkness was filled with coldness for a moment.

[bluecrayon]

But it was an ephemeral coldness that splintered into a damp warm that spread across her fingers. She spread them open and peered through the gloom and was surprised to see a door in the dresser slowly growing larger...