Hypnotikus
Wandering Ghost
- Joined
- Sep 14, 2023
- Posts
- 7
The bar was dingy, a real hole in the wall. A few posters clung to the wall for dear life, and there was always the lingering smell of cigarette smoke in the air. The floor was sticky with decades of beer and old mop water. This was a place for regular patrons. No one was coming here by choice on a weekend. Eva moved around the small bar with grace. She knew where everything was, knew every patron by name and drink order, and was always there with a smile or a joke when they came in.
This particular night, Eva was dressed causally. A black t-shirt, with a strategic cut over the cleveage and a pleated skirt were her attire. She poured shots and beers and collected meager tips from the few patrons there. She worked the shift alone, the place could only hold about 15 people max, and they rarely were full. Bruce, one of her regulars, was sat at the bar. His eyes followed Eve all night. He was a middle aged man, with salt and pepper hair just starting at his temples. He always wore a suit, and Eve often wondered why he drank at such a dump. It was obvious this man had money. It was a regular occurrence for Bruce to buy a round for the whole bar, and tip handsomely on top of that.
When the bar finally began to empty, Bruce called Eve over. Her dark hair had fallen part way out of it's bun, and Eve was exhausted. "What do you need, Bruce? I gotta start closing up for the night."
Bruce chuckled and produced a business card. "If you want to make some real money....serving...be at this address Tuesday night, 7pm. I promise you won't regret it."
Eve took the card and examined it. The address was out in the sticks, but before she could ask Bruce anything else, he was gone.
~~~
It had been a saturday when Bruce had given Eva the mysterious address. She spent the entire weekend thinking over his proposition. She'd spent most of her adult life bouncing from one serving job to the next, trying to find the next place that would pay her better. If what Bruce said was true, the money she might make could be life changing. By Monday morning, Eva had made up her mind to go. She had Tuesday and Wednesday off, she could swing it. And if it didn't pan out, at least she tried.
When Tuesday night rolled around, Eva dressed in a simple serving outfit. Her shirt was black and more on the formal side, and her black pants hid the numerous tattoos up and down her legs. Her hair was tied back in a professional bun, and her makeup was subtle. The country roads she drove to the address made her a bit weary. Who would have a party all the way out in the middle of nowhere? When Eva finally pulled up to the house, she could see why someone would make the trek.
It was a sprawling, Victorian mansion with a sweeping, circular drive out front. This drive was already filling with cars. As Eva pulled in, a man stepped out, dressed in a crisp black uniform. "Guest or help?" The man asked simply and Eva smiled. "I'm supposed to help with serving tonight."
The man smiled widely and took Eva's keys to park her car. "Up the stairs, through the door and to the left. Follow the hall, you'll find the kitchen."
Eva nodded as she tried to remember all of his directions. The house was immaculately decorated. Candles lit every hall she went down, and by the time she thought she had found the kitchen, it felt like she had been walking forever. A few people were milling around pots and pans. As soon as she stepped in, a bag of potatoes and a peeler were thrust into her hands. And Eva went to work.
A hour or so passed and Eva could hear a large crowd gathering. Excited whispers and strange, heavy steps echoed down the hall.
It wasn't long after that Eva realized she was alone in the kitchen. She dropped the potatoes and tried the door to find it was locked. She banged and kicked, but the door didn't budge. Thundering steps echoed down the hall as a bolt was slid from the kitchen door and two men came in.
"Listen, I just want to go..." Eva tried but the men shook their heads.
"Sleep"
It was like a switch being flipped. Eva's knees weakened, her eyes snapped shut and she fell to the floor. The men hefted her up and carried her down the hall way.
~~~~
"Now, everyone, this is our last lot of the night! Welcome, lucky number 13."
A bright light came on over Eva's sleeping form. The light shocked her awake and she stood with a gasp. Her modest clothing had been removed and Eva was now standing on an elevated pedestal with a huge crowd around her. Her whole body was on display, from her pale skin and her pierced nipples, to her many tattoos. Eva tried to cover herself as the whispers in the crowd became bids for her. She was too high up to jump, and besides, there was no where to go but into the crowd. She tried her best to make herself small as a bidding war broke out.
"20,000"
"30,000"
"50,000!"
This particular night, Eva was dressed causally. A black t-shirt, with a strategic cut over the cleveage and a pleated skirt were her attire. She poured shots and beers and collected meager tips from the few patrons there. She worked the shift alone, the place could only hold about 15 people max, and they rarely were full. Bruce, one of her regulars, was sat at the bar. His eyes followed Eve all night. He was a middle aged man, with salt and pepper hair just starting at his temples. He always wore a suit, and Eve often wondered why he drank at such a dump. It was obvious this man had money. It was a regular occurrence for Bruce to buy a round for the whole bar, and tip handsomely on top of that.
When the bar finally began to empty, Bruce called Eve over. Her dark hair had fallen part way out of it's bun, and Eve was exhausted. "What do you need, Bruce? I gotta start closing up for the night."
Bruce chuckled and produced a business card. "If you want to make some real money....serving...be at this address Tuesday night, 7pm. I promise you won't regret it."
Eve took the card and examined it. The address was out in the sticks, but before she could ask Bruce anything else, he was gone.
~~~
It had been a saturday when Bruce had given Eva the mysterious address. She spent the entire weekend thinking over his proposition. She'd spent most of her adult life bouncing from one serving job to the next, trying to find the next place that would pay her better. If what Bruce said was true, the money she might make could be life changing. By Monday morning, Eva had made up her mind to go. She had Tuesday and Wednesday off, she could swing it. And if it didn't pan out, at least she tried.
When Tuesday night rolled around, Eva dressed in a simple serving outfit. Her shirt was black and more on the formal side, and her black pants hid the numerous tattoos up and down her legs. Her hair was tied back in a professional bun, and her makeup was subtle. The country roads she drove to the address made her a bit weary. Who would have a party all the way out in the middle of nowhere? When Eva finally pulled up to the house, she could see why someone would make the trek.
It was a sprawling, Victorian mansion with a sweeping, circular drive out front. This drive was already filling with cars. As Eva pulled in, a man stepped out, dressed in a crisp black uniform. "Guest or help?" The man asked simply and Eva smiled. "I'm supposed to help with serving tonight."
The man smiled widely and took Eva's keys to park her car. "Up the stairs, through the door and to the left. Follow the hall, you'll find the kitchen."
Eva nodded as she tried to remember all of his directions. The house was immaculately decorated. Candles lit every hall she went down, and by the time she thought she had found the kitchen, it felt like she had been walking forever. A few people were milling around pots and pans. As soon as she stepped in, a bag of potatoes and a peeler were thrust into her hands. And Eva went to work.
A hour or so passed and Eva could hear a large crowd gathering. Excited whispers and strange, heavy steps echoed down the hall.
It wasn't long after that Eva realized she was alone in the kitchen. She dropped the potatoes and tried the door to find it was locked. She banged and kicked, but the door didn't budge. Thundering steps echoed down the hall as a bolt was slid from the kitchen door and two men came in.
"Listen, I just want to go..." Eva tried but the men shook their heads.
"Sleep"
It was like a switch being flipped. Eva's knees weakened, her eyes snapped shut and she fell to the floor. The men hefted her up and carried her down the hall way.
~~~~
"Now, everyone, this is our last lot of the night! Welcome, lucky number 13."
A bright light came on over Eva's sleeping form. The light shocked her awake and she stood with a gasp. Her modest clothing had been removed and Eva was now standing on an elevated pedestal with a huge crowd around her. Her whole body was on display, from her pale skin and her pierced nipples, to her many tattoos. Eva tried to cover herself as the whispers in the crowd became bids for her. She was too high up to jump, and besides, there was no where to go but into the crowd. She tried her best to make herself small as a bidding war broke out.
"20,000"
"30,000"
"50,000!"