I really had a fucked up weekend. I was planning on meeting this guy over the internet. He lived a couple states over, but it wasn't that terrible a drive.
Anyway, as I was en route to his place, I found myself in a little town known as Oberlin, OH. Nothing much more than a small podunk town in the middle of nowhere. But it was getting late and the sun was starting to set. My GPS then decided to die on me even though I still had it attached to the battery charger. Luckily, I still had printed out directions for his place from Google Maps, so I was not really deterred.
Unfortunately, I took a wrong turn and I found myself in the downtown district. I was then aware at how singularly alone I was. This road was full of old stone buildings from the 1960s and even had a movie theatre with the old-timey Marquee. It was as if time had stood still in this area of decay. I'm not sure if the zoning laws had sentenced this area of town to death or if people just simply didn't go there any more. I didn't really care to be honest, either.
What I did care about is that my gas tank was drifting pretty close to E and I was too preoccupied with looking for a gas station to take in the local sights.
I found this delapidated excuse for a gas station. I went inside and paid the lady behind the counter with a couple twenties and walked back out to fill up my tank. As I finished up, I turned to put the gas nozzle back in its recepticle when suddenly a small figure emerged in my periphery.
It was a small child with blonde hair that was almost white. He looked to be about 10 years of age and his face was dirty. He said to me, as if on the verge of tears, "Hey Mister! Can you give me a ride? I really need to get to my house."
I told the youth that I am lost and I was afraid I wouldn't be too much good in driving him to his house.
I hopped in the car and cranked the engine, trying to turn on the GPS one last time when suddenly I hear this loud rapping on my window. I looked up and there was the boy knocking on my window very fast and pleading for me to let him in. The whole event shook me to my bones and I felt this weird chill. It was as if a voice inside my head said to me, "Get the hell out of there and don't look back."
So I gunned it and burned rubber out of the parking lot. I grabbed my phone and tried to call the guy I was supposed to be meeting. No answer. Just my luck. Drive for hours just to be ignored on the phone. Chickenshit guy.
Anyway, as I said it was late and at this point I was just driving down backstreet after backstreet, searching for this guy's road. Thoughts of the weird event still echoed in my head. The more I thought about the boy, the more I thought something was wrong with him. Then I realized that his eyes were completely black. It was as if they were made of pitch. The thought was rather spooky and I decided to call it quits and find a cheap motel and look for his place when the sun is out.
I found this very shabby, but affordable motel and took my bags inside my room. The room was shag carpeting and panelling. Very drab, very unclean just by the looks of it. But I decided that a warm bed is a warm bed, no matter how many stains could be visible under a black light.
As I get undressed, I turn on the TV and I hear this weird noise outside, so I peak out the window and it's the same toe-headed boy walking to my room door. I stood there quaking with fear, overwhelmed by this primal terror.
Before I could blink, I heard him knocking on my door. My heart stopped and my blood ran cold. I grabbed the closest thing I could, which happened to be the TV remote.
I cracked the door open and I heard the small child say, "Please Mister. It's cold out here and I'm lost. I need a place to stay. Let me come inside with you."
I gulped and opened the door the rest of way, hiding the remote behind my back. I nodded and motioned for him to come in, and as soon as he stepped a yard inside the room, I struck him as hard as I could at the base of his skull with the remote.
I thought it would just hurt him, possibly slow him down so I could make a mad dash for my car, but apparently my aim struck true and he was knocked out cold.
I saw him laying there helpless on the floor of this 2-bit motel and suddenly I felt this twang of guilt pass over me. So I picked him up and laid him upon the bed. And I headed to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. Under the soft 40-watt bulb, he didn't look so scary. In fact, he looked so smooth, just like an angel.
I felt a new sensation. My pants were getting tighter as I looked upon this helpless child. I couldn't help but feel aroused at his situation. I heard him start to stir and he did the mash. He did the monster mash. The monster mash. It was a graveyard smash. He did the mash. It caught on in a flash. He did the mash. He did the monster mash.
