posted on Oct, 17 2009 @ 09:49 PM
“Why in the hell would I want to do a Tarot reading?” David sneered.
“Lighten up dude, it’s only a game. Hell Susan does it all the time for me, are you a sissy?” Replied Stan.
Stan, Susan, and Robin just stared at David. He ignored their stares and worked on the next bottle in the six-pack sitting by his feet. He had his
reasons. Hell, there were six hundred and sixty-six reasons not to do it, but he wasn’t about to tell them.
“Let’s do shots,” said David, “Let’s lighten the frack up. Hell it’s Halloween. You mean to tell me that the only thing we can do on
this night is some stupid witch thing?”.
Susan got up immediately and left the room. It wasn’t hard, David and Stan’s apartment was tiny. But going from a college dorm to this has been
like moving from the pits of hell to Shangri-la. Their decorated living room was covered in posters they had collected from high school through to
their second year in college. Juniors now, both were studying history as majors. David had a brief issue with the Jesuits, but came to the
realization that they actually did know what they were talking about and encouraged Stan to finish out when he became the “burn-out de jour” in
their second semester of their sophomore year.
None of that mattered now though. Susan, Stan’s girlfriend was pissed and was going to take this whole night down with the rest. And if luck were
any part of the issue, David would spend another night wondering what kind of bra Robin was wearing.
Stan left the tiny room and went after Susan, a “wiccan“, a “practitioner” of the “arts”, and be assured, thought David, those quotation
marks were firmly in place. He rolled his eyes as Stan left the room and looked at Robin, hoping to salvage something out of this night.
Robin was no help.
“You dumbass,” she hissed, “Why can’t you give her a break? She really believes in this, but ‘oh no’ mister high and mighty
Jesuit-learned stuck-up feels the needed to be better than anyone else.” Robin crossed her arms over a very ample pair of breasts, that were not
going to be admired tonight and glared at David.
David sighed. “Fine. I’ll do a reading. If it is that important to you, to Susan to Stan,” he rolled his eyes, “Then I’ll do it. Just
please don’t be disappointed, or freaked out by this. I have had bad luck with these types of things. Hell, I don’t even read the fortune
cookies when Stan and I order out.”
David stared at Robin and prayed that his response was good enough for something, anything that would get her to uncross those arms and have her smile
at him again.
He was rewarded with a small smile, and it got even better when she stood up and walked over to sit on his lap.
“Alright, you bastard, I’ll give you another chance, only because you’re going to give her one.”
David smiled, not only for her, and her weird friend Susan, but for the sudden reversal of fortune on his part. This Halloween may prove to be the
Robin called Susan and Stan back into the living room. Pausing long enough, to kiss and provide some mild groping for David. He followed his part by
being coy at first, then bold, then bolder. But before they could get anywhere really compromising, the other couple returned.
“Susan, I’m sorry. I just get weirded out by all this spooky stuff. I guess I’m nothing more than a big sissy.” David smiled sheepishly,
and looked at both Susan and Stan, silently asking for forgiveness.
Susan smiled. “It’s ok , David, I know people get uneasy with the unknown, but babe,” she smiled, “I’m a professional. I know what I’m
Susan then sat across from David, Robin slid off his lap at got herself comfortable beside him. Stan took a chair off of Susan’s right and smiled
Gave him a private thumbs up.
Susan pulled the pack of Tarot to her and started to shuffle. She didn’t say a word, closed her eyes and concentrated on the cards. The other three
just stared as she prepared the deck for David. When she was finished, still without a word, she slid the deck across the battered coffee table and
presented them to David.
David stared back, said, “What do I do now?” It came out as a whisper.
Susan whispered back, “Shuffle the deck, I don’t care how many times, just do it until you feel it is right. Then hand me the deck. I’m going
to channel the fates, see what they see, show what they want to show. Then we can determine what the future has in store for you.”
David did as he was told, shuffled the deck, and slid it across the table back to Susan.
Susan picked up the deck.
And vomited across the table to David. The bile, early dinner, cheap beer, and a surprisingly large amount of blood splashed across David’s chest
as he stared at Susan in shock.
The other two stared in shock at Susan. David jumped up and ran to his bedroom as Robin also stood, unsure whether to follow David or try to help
Susan. She stayed with Susan as she continued to vomit. But now it was nothing but blood. More blood than a body could hold, but she didn’t stop
non-the-less. Robin started screaming and Stan started screaming after her. Telling her to shut up, help Susan, do something. Stan just sat there.
Shocked at the frantic turn of events. Susan couldn’t be that sick. She couldn’t have that much in her stomach. She couldn’t have that much
blood in her body.
He just sat and stared.
Too soon, it stopped. And Susan died immediately after. Drained of blood, her shell just sat in the chair, staring at the empty space that David
held, and slumped.
Caved in on herself.
Totally void of anything internal, the shell that held Susan, the shell that was Susan, collapsed onto itself.
That’s when David started screaming from his bedroom.
“I told you this was a bad idea. I told you this was wrong. Why in the frack didn’t you listen. Noooooooooooo, nononononononononononono, you
had to do this. You had to bring in a real witch. This was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.“ There was a sob, “It was not the right time. It was
supposed to be in December. Twenty-frickin’ twelve. The stuff was supposed to be ready then.”
David walked out of the bedroom. His skin a shell of red. His face, right out of a Dante nightmare. No nose, two eyes, bleeding red. Two giant
horns pushing through the bleeding skin of his forehead. A mouth too wide. Too filled with teeth that didn’t belong in anything human.
Before anyone in the room could react, David tore Stan’s throat out, and casually waked the short distance to Robin. Eating the flesh, blood, bones
of his former roommates’ larynx, David smiled and said to a sobbing Robin, “Happy Halloween bunny. It’s a little early, but what the frack.
Let’s start the party now.”
[edit on 18-10-2009 by mikerussellus]