The Monster under the bed

[Kepic]

Imagination...

"Becky!" cried Jennifer, "it's still here!"

Becky laughed and sat down beside her friend, as Jennifer blew the dust off of the large chest at the foot of the bed.

"Grandma's old chest" giggled Jennifer, "remember when we first found this?"

Human's have such wonderful imagination, both dark and light. As children turn to adults, and stories are put behind them, though, the imagination becomes... diluted.

"She chased us all the way out, down the stairs and up the garden" laughed Becky, "how could I forget? I couldn't sit for two days!"

"We never did get round to finding out what was in it, Becky..." said Jennifer, as she flicked open the catch on the right hand side.

"We didn't, did we?" replied Becky, lifting the catch opposite, with a smirk at her friend since childhood.

Science claims dominion over fiction, fact over fantasy. It becomes difficult, if not impossible, to draw on a 'mature' humans mind for substance, and sustenance.

As one, the two young women lifted the lid of the chest. The lid fell back, bumping into the footboard of the large bed, with a dull thump.

"Oh! Look at all these old clothes!" Jennifer remarked, lifting a long dress, a light pastel blue, from the chest.

"Since we'll be sleeping here tonight, we might as well make the best of our time here... your grandma isn't around to chase us off again" Becky said, as Jennifer hugged the dress to her, seeing if it would be a reasonable fit.

"Well, don't forget the monster under the bed, it wouldn't like us playing with grandma's old clothes" Jennifer giggled.

"You still don't believe in that old story of grandma's, do you? Monsters under your bed!" laughed Becky.

Jennifer frowned, laying the dress back into the chest. "You didn't sleep here as often as I did when we were kids... the strange noises I'd hear from grandma's room at night..."

"Wait, stop, you're scaring me" Becky said, smirking, as she picked the dress up, "I'm soooo frightened."

I had lain dormant, for so long. Formless, all but mindless. Waiting for someone to awaken me once more.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc; BRAVO!!!!!!! BRRAAAAAAAAAVO!!!!!! *Standing Ovation* Well i guess I gotta be the monster *evil grin* Because i soooooooo Adore being somthing like that....*Cackles*

 

[Kepic]

OOC: Thanks for the applause, RG, but sorry as well - the monster roles mine! Assuming any of the lit ladies take up the roles of Becky and Jennifer, of course. That's not to say there won't be any other male roles available in the story - I'll have to see where it goes...

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Oh darn. *kicks a can* I'll be watching you..*evil maniacle laughter as fades into darkness* (all the coolest roles are gone before i even get a chance..*pouts* i gotta be faster...)

 

[Passionnee]

OOC: Wow, very intesting, would love to be jennifer..just don't know where to start. Or you already have an idea?!?

 

[Kepic]

OOC: Sure, jump in Passionnee. The 'monster' is still 'forming', and will use the emotions Jennifer and Becky let loose in the room... it doesn't feed necessarily on fear alone... however, it can only take shape at night, however, for light 'banishes' it - under the bed - or covers - it can hold a more substantial form...
And RG, if you could beat me to a role in the post to start a new thread, I'd be very impressed!

 

[Passionnee]

OOC : got a headache, going to try to post something tonite, if not tomorrow. But will at least give details about Jennifer.

5'4, wavy red hair that goes to the middle of her back, blue eyes, 36D-26-36, 125lbs, 29 years old.

Her grandma just died and her long time friend Becky is helping her out clean the old house she inherited and plan on living in.Such wonderful memories in that house.

 

[sex-maniac69]

I will be in if any other male roles are avaliable.

 

[Kepic]

OOC : Still could do with someone to take the role of Becky, though she doesn't have to be essential to the 'plot'. Passionee, the chest contains mostly old fashioned clothes, but also a 'scrapbook' of sorts, with erotic but weird pencil sketches by Jennifer's grandma (who was quite aware of the 'monster under the bed' and its need to feed on human imagination).

 

[Passionnee]

While Becky was hugging the dress to her, I kneeled down in front of the chest to take a peek of what grandma was hiding in that precious treasure box of hers. It mostly contained old fashioned dresses, but something told me to keep searching the box. There it was a old scrapbook. “Oh look, what I found Becky!!” pointing the book to her.

I was like a kid holding a new book in it’s hand, hurriedly I opened it. “Oh my God Becky!!” I looked at her with a surprised expression, not believing what I was seeing.

“What’s wrong Jennifer? You look like you have seen a ghost!” she giggled, kneeled down beside me and poked me on the side.

“Look at those images Becky, they are…they are erotic sketches made by grandma.” Looking at Becky with amazement.

“Well you know your grandma did have sex too, if not you wouldn’t be here!!” she started to laugh.

“I know but knowing that my grandma would draw such pictures, Oh my..” I closed the sketchbook and put it on top of the nice dresses, gently caressing the rich silky materials. “We should head downstairs and make dinner, it’s getting late and will be pretty dark soon.” Becky whispered in a soft voice.

“Yes yes, you are right.” I paused for a few seconds, hesitant “Hmm, I sure would love to try that pastel blue dress, it looks marvelous.”

“Well put it on, I will be downstairs starting dinner.” Becky smiled at me. “Ok I will join you in a few minutes.” I replied, smiling.

All alone in grandma’s bedroom, I took off my pair of faded blue jeans, and warm wool sweater and reached in the chest for the nice pastel blue dress. I gazed at the scrapbook for a few seconds, I was drawn to it, I shook my head and took out the dress. The silky material caressed my body as I slide the dress on. It fitted me like a glove.

Twirling in front of the mirror, admiring the nice old dress, I come back to reality when I hear a weird sound. I turn around to search where that strange noise came from, nothing. I walk to the window and peek outside. Oh god just what we need, I think to myself as I notice that it’s winding a lot outside. This will be a long night with the trees branches brushing on the house, the floors cracking. I suddenly feel spooked to be alone in the bedroom.

I better go help Becky with the dinner now, as I walk pass the treasure chest and head downstairs.

 

[Kepic]

I felt the gap widening, as imagination tore the fabric of reality, setting me free again, granting me substance.

In the hollow beneath the bed, I unwound my tendrils, and spread out silently in the darkness there. How long had it been since I had found form, I wondered.

Still, my substance was still weak, from a long hibernation, though the thoughts that danced through the room just a short moment ago seemed... familiar... somehow.

A burst of sudden seemingly remembered childhood fear had set me free. Here and there were snippets of fear - a few scritching noises against the creaky floorboards, the murmuring of the wind, the scratching of a tree limb against a window pane - but my form was being shaped more in part of imagination of a different nature now.

I watched slender feet walk by the bed, and out of the door, and I settled down to wait. I sensed it would be time to feed soon.

 

[Isolde]

Becky

I can play Becky if the role is still open.

 

[Passionnee]

OOC : Hello Isolde, not that I know of. Will wait for your post before replying. Welcome..

 

[Isolde]

Becky walked downstairs shaking her head.
"Monsters under the bed," She chuckled to herself. Her friend had some imagination. Still....sometimes Becky could feel something-out of place-when she was in that room.

Shrugging the thought off, she busied herself in the kitchen-removing the chicken and some vegtables from the fridge. She placed the chicken in the oven to bake and started cutting up the vegtables on the cutting board.

Calling up the stairs, she said,"Come on, put the sketch book up and come help me with this dinner." She started chuckling a bit at the thought of how her friend would react to that..even if Becky earned herself a playful smack it would get Jen down the stairs.

 

[angie girl]

cool

You have the coolest ideas Kepic. I'll just hafta read along. Smile.

 

[Isolde]

Becky's Description

OOC: Forgot to describe her.
5'6", long brown hair, hazel eyes, 34C bust line, 135 lbs.

 

[Passionnee]

Jen

As I was walking out of the bedroom I heard Becky shouting “ Come on, put the sketch book up and come help me with this dinner." Damn she knows me to well, I guess that what happens after being best friends for so many years. I hurried down the stairs.

“Okay, I’m here, what do you want me to do, finish cutting the vegetables or set up the table?” I poked her on the side, “Now that was not funny, the book remark, I was putting on the dress.” trying to hide my guilty conscience. The book sure did picked my curiosity, I will have to take a peek later tonight. I shrugged the thought away by changing the conversation. “It’s winding a lot outside, I hope we won’t have a storm.”

 

[Isolde]

Becky

I look at my friend and raise my eyebrows.
"Um hum," I murmur at her protests of innosence but I let it drop-to tell the truth I am curious about the book myself.

"I almost have the veggies done," I say as I drop them in the hot pan to stir fry,"Why dont you set up the table and find some candles or something in case the power goes out."

"Oh, and if your grandmother kept any wine around the house it would go good with dinner.

I look out the window as I watch the trees outside bend to the wind. I really hoped the power didnt go out. Not that I am afraid of the dark but, for some reason, I just didnt feel like being in this creaking old house with no light.

"Although I wouldnt mind a black out if only we had a couple of cute guys," I hear myself say. Damn...I hate it when I speak my thoughts out loud like that. It had embarassed me on more that one occasion.

I look over at Jen and then shrug. We had been friends for so long that she wouldnt be surprised at the remark from me-the infamous boy watcher of our school.

 

[Passionnee]

Jen

I start to get the plates out of the cupboards, and the utensils, grab some candles in grandma’s old kitchen cabinet and start to set the table. I giggle when I hear Becky mention about not minding being in a pitch black room with cute guys. But I also know she is thinking the same thing as I am, being in this old house when there is a storm can be spooky, the floors creaking, the whispers of the wind caressing the windows, the scratching of tree branches on the wooden house.

“I will go and get two bottles of wine, in case two cute guys knock on our door, we wouldn’t want them to get thirsty, would we?.” I laugh as I look at Becky, teasing her for her day dreams.

“I think grandma always kept some in the basement, let me go check.”

I run downstairs and see that they are other chests like the one in her bedroom, I lift the lid of one and notice it is filled with old dresses, as I reach to look further inside, the creaking sounds of the above floor startle me a little. Being alone in the basement suddenly didn’t feel right. Ok this is not the time to check stuff, I’ll come back tomorrow. I eye the little wooden wine holder where grandma kept her wine, and pick up two bottles of Chardonnay and head upstairs.

“I found us some wine Becky, looks like we will have a very nice dinner.” I smile at Becky, while placing one bottle on the table.

“I just wonder why grandma kept that chest in her bedroom, I just saw about 4 more downstairs, they seem to contain also old clothes. What’s so special about this one?” I look at Becky puzzled.

 

[Isolde]

Becky

I stick out my tongue at Jen good naturedly as she kids me about my commment. and then go back to the dinner. I remove the vegtables and open the oven door to check on the chicken which is almost done.

As I move around the kitchen I notice how quiet it has become without Jen here to talk to. I can hear every creak as the house is buffeted by the winds and as I walk across the kitchen floor. I begin to start at every movement and I chide myself for being so skittish.

"Come on,Becky," I say to myself,"You are too old to be acting like a little girl afraid of the boogey man."

Still, I am really glad when Jen comes up from the basement and I am able to put my feelings about the old house out of my mind.

"Wonderful," I exclaim about her discovery of the wine-a few glasses of wine would surely help me forget about the creaking and moaning of this old house.

I put the vegtables in a bowl and hand it to Jen to set on the table while I pull out the chicken and come over to sit down myself.

I shrug at her puzzlement.
"I am sure she wanted to keep her sketch book near in case she couldnt sleep and wanted to draw. And-judging from her reaction to our one attempt to look in the trunk upstairs-I am sure she wouldnt leave it out for just anyone to see. She would want to lock it up."

"Anyway we can explore the trunks tomorrow," A grin comes over my face and I cant help adding,"And maybe we will be able to find some more sketch books to add to your collection. That would keep you busy and leave any cute guys for me when they come knocking on the door."

[Edited by Isolde on 12-27-2000 at 08:34 PM]

 

[Kepic]

Even from downstairs, I could sense the nervousness of the two humans, sending me brief snacks of fear, helping me grow. Outside, I heard the elements aiding my cause, sensing that a storm was brewing.

I let my tendrils wind their way through the cracks in the floorboards and skirting-boards, stretching out throughout the house, inside the walls... a few odd bumps, creaks and noises should help fire their imagination further.

 

[Passionnee]

Jen

I nod at Becky’s explanation, sure did make sense, but, Oh well I shrug, stop worrying and eat that nice meal. I giggle to Becky’s next comment.

“Well I love image books, but the company of a man would surely be appreciated, to put to practice what grandma drew in there.” I grin at her.

“And for your info, I may look like an angel from the outside, but I am a little devil in bed.” I cackle and add “You are not the only that loves co.. err the equipment of a man.” I blush and continue sipping my wine. Wine always made me blush, and after one glass I would start to get a little buzz. Not that I was complaining tonight, it would make me sleep better. The evening was only beginning, and all those sounds creeping out of the old house were giving me little goose bumps.

“I think we should relax tonight, enjoy the bottles of wine and reminisce about when we were teenagers, it’s been so long Becky.” I giggle, remembering the pajamas parties we use to have at her place or mine, talking about our crushes, polishing each others toe nails.

“We can continue tomorrow the cleaning of grandma’s stuff, and throw out what I won’t need when I move in.” As I look pass Becky’s shoulder, in the bay window behind her. The sky was getting darker by the minute, the branches of the big oak trees were almost bending. I gulped some more wine, suddenly more aware of the noises in the house.

 

[Isolde]

I feign surprise and shock with Jen comments like I was so innocent (yeah, right). We both knew each other better than that. Finally I gave up and just laughed.

I was downing the wine more than I was eating my dinner and I was feeling a bit light headed by now. I dont know what it was but I seemed to be hearing the settling of the house more clearly than a moment ago. It seemed like the threatening storm was trying to come right in the house through the walls and ceiling.

"Sounds like a good idea," I smiled at Jen,"We can break out the snacks and talk like we used to. I still havent told you about this guy I am eyeing at work. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, muscular...the works. Maybe you can help me figure a way to conquer that obsticale...god, that would be one for the books."

My smile turned mischievious as I added,"And maybe we could have another look at that book upstairs so I can decide exactly what I am going to do with the poor soul once I get him in my clutches."

I laughed at my own comment but somehow I knew I wasnt totally joking.

 

[Passionnee]

Jen

“You bet I want to take another look at that book, I am always willing to learn new stuff.” a wicked grin on my face. “Oh really, I sure want to know more about that conquest.” raising an eyebrow and added “I am sure we can come up with a “Grand” plan.” as I giggled more.

We picked up our plates, and cleaned up the table while finishing the first bottle of wine. I looked up at Becky and said “Wow! We are sure gulping down this wine.”, with a mischievous smile I added “Good thing those cute guys are not here now, I would probably be brushing my breasts against the arm of one of them, undoing some buttons of my dress and flirting heavily.”

Even though I was laughing and joking around, I was still sensing the noises in the house become more apparent. I was trying to push it back in my mind. It must be the wine, I had too much and I’m hearing things. I didn’t want to mention my worries to Becky, afraid she would think I was crazy, or spooking her more.

All the dishes in the sink and everything set in it’s place, I grinned at Becky and said “So what should we do now, go in the living room, put music on, drink the wine and yap away, or you have a better idea?” I laughed and added before she could reply “I know, it would be fun to have cute boys around to have wild hot sex with, but alas I’m the only one around.”

 

[Isolde]

I grinned at Jen.
"Oh, and here I thought you were an expert. I mean, who gave me my first instructions on french kissing, huh? Not that it worked, of course, but I have improved since then."

I tried to cover it up but I was just as curious as Jen about that book in her gandma's trunk. It had been on my mind since we had found it. Chuckling, I thought to myself that maybe her grandma had been right in chasing us off that day.

While cleaning up I looked at the partial bottle of wine and had to agree with Jen that we had been downing it pretty heavily. Joking back at her I said,"If those two guys were here I am sure that both bottles would be gone and we would be passed out in their laps...not too romantic a thought."

As we worked to clear up, I couldnt help but be aware of all the noises in the house. I kept telling myself that it was silly for a grown woman to jump at every sound but it was no use. I just hoped Jen didnt notice because I felt really silly about it...especially after the ribbing I had given her about the monster under the bed.

When she asked my opinion of what to do next I couldnt help but speak the first thing on my mind.
"Lets take the other bottle and go upstairs and have another look at the sketch book. That is if you are really up for the 'instruction'," I tried to sound off handed about the whole thing but I was hoping she would take me up on it.

"And since we dont have anyone to try them out on we can at least talk about who we might want to have for a learning partner."