Plastic Player's Miniature Theater: October 2009

Friday, October 30, 2009

Halloween part two..............................................................pics

It is too late for me.....I walked into the house and I can never come back out...........

I looked out the window only to see this hideous face and I smelled a stench so powerful the bile in my stomach shot out like a fountain

I ran from the window not knowing which way to turn.....

Suddenly this creature leaped through the open window....my heart was racing as I ran.......

I tried to hide in one of the bedrooms but it found me......

I ran from behind the curtain on the four cornered bed and could feel his claw slice down my back........

I ran towards the dining room and for a split second I thought I found some one who could help me....

GOOD GOOD OF MERCY.....SHE WAS A GHOST!..........Is this a dream......no......my back is bleeding from the clawing monster.....I must run,

She has turned into a knight........God God! What a 'Nightmare'

He chased me from from room to room trying to kill me.....I 'll go down stairs.....yes down stairs......

What is that behind me........my heart is pounding and is ready to explode......

They are everywhere...........am I to be eaten alive.....!

Even the statues are coming alive......where can I turn....where........

Maybe I can hide here......

OH MY GOD ....SOMETHING IS EATING ME......

I ran past the knight......but how can I be eaten alive and I can still run.....every part in my body is at the highest threshold of pain imaginable ........I scream in pain hoping to pass out.....

I can hear the singing of the ghosts from France.......and I can run right through them........MY GOD, CAN I NOT GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE?

Blocked again.......my god ....it is ripping and tearing at me again.......slashing my flesh.......the claws penetrating my organs as I scream in pain......yet I still can run......is this a dream....a very painful dream?.....the pain so strong that I pray to pass out...even welcome death....WHY CAN'T I PASS OUT!....Just kill me now and get it over.....

But 'hark'....I hear a voice.....it says...."I can save you...come to me......I follow the voice......I run up the stairs......I see his finger pointing at me.....he says touch me......touch the painting......I can save you....

"Yes, the painting can save you, we all bear witness to that.........just touch the painting........we all did and we were saved.........look at us.........are we not a happy group?........

I ran up the stairs......and ran for the painting.......I didn't just touch it.....I kissed and hugged it......I begged it to make the pain stop.......

He stared at me from the painting as I touched and kissed him.......then I blacked out.......and when I awoke...

I just saw a wall......the stairs....I smelled oil and canvas.....the pain was still there.........even intensified.....then suddenly I realized that I was now the painting............

HELP ME...SOME ONE HELP ME

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Halloween part one..............................................................pics

Copyright Paul Theriot 2009

If you are faint of heart, or fearful of the unkown ....or perhaps afraid to be scared to death......please stop here and do not continue.....for this is a tale so frighting, so bizarre, and yet so possible.....you may never want to look in your closet again...................Just a warning before you enter......
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It started over 300 year ago, no one knows quite sure...perhaps in France or....... who knows. But the tale says it was of a wealthy young man who lived in a grand house 'Raven's Beak' .....some even called it a castle ...and that he was murdered by a jilted lover or perhaps a servant girl who gave herself freely but was fired instead of rewarded. The young man was found hanging in the courtyard........and buried in a casket with half a map to a secret treasure.....

In 1919 the silent film star Louie Fontaine (the e is silent too) made a fortune in Hollywood and he had Raven's Beak taken apart stone by stone and reassembled on a mountain over looking the ocean thirty miles south of San Francisco....

It glimmered in the bright sun during the day.......

The ocean air danced on the vast grounds with cannons and statues and other fine things......

But at night........yes at night......

Things would change............One could hear laughter as if it were a party........voices......much like a dinner party......but the voice were French perhaps but foreign just the same......

As the sun would start it's fall into the sea.....the laughter would get louder.......

I shall step away and let you spend the evening alone .......at 'Raven' Beak'

"I see young Peter has been seen with the pantry maid...."

""It appears that Peter had been seen with many young maidens...."

"I wouldn't be surprized if some poor jealous suiter should seek a duel with Peter.....or perhaps worse......"

"You're not suggesting.........."

"The converstation is getting rather dreary.....lets drink......did anybody bring a flute...?"

"Shall we move into the sitting room then......"

"Hear!....Hear!..........."

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Did you hear the voices of the dinner party too?........I thought you would.....did you go upstairs yet?......go on..nothing to be afraid off......

"Turn to your right and head for the room on the end.....Oh...and say hello to Peter.....that's him in the painting.....you can even see the rope that was used to strangle him.....I don't think a maiden would be strong enough to strangle a grown young lad......do you?"

"Peter almost looks alive dosen't he...............be careful of Peter....."

"They say that is the casket that Peter was buried in.....do you want to read his note?"

"That wasn't necessary was it.........you don't have to read Peter's note.....he writes it every night on all the rooms at Raven's Beak.....in blood........."

To Be Continued

ON HALLOWEEN EVE