Jenna (standard:horror, 1534 words)
Author: k.adams	Added: Nov 05 2003	Views/Reads: 3076/2129	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A boy wants to be needed.

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Brain and Glenn touring room to room in that great mansion..leaping from
shadows with flashlights..Telling stories of madness and 
murder..Pulling out of these girls every scream possible.Hearing them 
whine and cry and grip them tight enough to stretch and mangle their 
clothes. 

I could only think of my love for Jenna amidst their howls and feigned
tortured shouts for help within those walls. My love for her filled my 
every thought.It had been that way since I first saw her.But to my own 
disgust I was a loser.I fell short in talking,athletics,humor,and 
looks.My confidence was simply drawn from the others in the group,but 
truthfully,I knew I was only a shadow that bounced back the laughter 
they seeked and the attention they needed.The problem was that this was 
my only usefullness to them.But it was because of the masculine friends 
I had that Jenna seemed remotely interested in me.She agreed to come 
tonight with me because they would be included.I only felt the need to 
be close to her and know that she would need me to protect her against 
the legends of this LeBeau house. 

The LeBeau House.. 

A grey and filthy stump of what it must have been some time ago.Hid
among these swamp lands and overgrown with mold and fungus.Warped 
plywood covering the windows and doors as if to shut up the secrets 
within. Stories from the brave say there are footprints pressed into 
dried blood stains that mark the floors. Some say there are crazy 
cryptic writings carved into the interior woodwork. We've been told to 
never look into any of the homes crusty mirrors should we dare to go 
in.Imaginations and wives tales abounded. Built,in legend of course, by 
some eccentric rich madman, William LeBeau..a ships captain  who some 
say was into witchcraft or torture.No matter who he was, his legend 
continues with the house. 

As the stories tend to change from generation to generation to become
more twisted and gorier than those of the generation before..No single 
person can give any truth to the  history of the torn and shattered 
home.Stories abound of zombies and vampires.Sighting of ghosts and 
apparitions within the grounds.Noises of moans and 
footsteps.Disappearing unwary hunters and children who ventured near 
the property too close to dark.It was gated after its last owners were 
there one day and gone the next.Turned to ghouls.Forever to walk that 
unholy ground. Most of these stories come from the towns drunks and 
elders putting a little fright into the hearts of the young and 
gullible. I had held this house as an auger to the foolish when I was a 
child. Now , in this day in age,this place is considered a rite of 
passage for any young man daring enough or drunk enough or in love 
enough to prove himself to his peers. 

Wow..!!!That was ALL of them screaming...this will be talked about for
weeks. 

I hope Jenna is thinking of me..I want so badly for her to find her way
to this crypt.. not just a crypt... but the LeBeau Family Crypt ..I 
would have a great story to tell if I were not so reluctant  to admit 
how I wound up here.I kept thinking on Jennas' smile and that wonderful 
laugh that brought all this to my soul as a cruel awakening. I want to 
feel wanted and loved as much as I love her..And for all the pride that 
has me sitting here in this stinking place ,to simply vanish. Maybe she 
is scared within the car waiting for me..hearing the shouts and banging 
upon those old wooden walls. 

"Please come" I wish aloud."I need to know you want me." 

I notice now that all is silent and the rain has stopped.No bangs or
shouts coming from the house.No flashlights bouncing crazily off its 
walls.Actually there is no light at all.My breath echoes within the 
cement walls of this dank cave of the dead. 

Torrids of mosquitoes are buzzing around my ears waiting to land and
draw blood. I have been here a long time now  in this silence. I am 
defeated...My pride has won me nothing but large mosquito welps upon my 
hands and face. 

I pick up my head to listen...I hear someone coming toward me ..I guess
it's Brian coming to tell me of all the fun I missed.Giving me the blow 
by blows of terrorizing these poor girls into relative hysteria and 
manic crying.Putting his arm around me and leading me back to the car 
to sit next to a betrayed and frightened Jenna who spent the last two 
hours alone and in fear locked in a car huddling down from the shadows 
and screams coming from inside the house. I am the coward who abandoned 
her at her most vunerable.She will never love me now. 

Or will she...? 

SHE IS COMING....!!! 

I see her through the trees!!I can do nothing to keep my heart from
beating so fast.I have been waiting for her to come and SHE IS HERE!! 

So many thoughts evaporate because now I know she wants me..Now I know
she NEEDS me. 

Joy is in my heart now and I want so badly to say I'm sorry. 

She comes closer to me and puts a cold hand to my face. It doesn't
matter that the others are so close behind and loping. It doesn't 
matter the smell of road kill on her breath.. or that her mouth is red 
and foamy. It doesn't matter that her eyes are clouded and milky white. 
It doesn't matter that all the others are upon me now, pulling and 
biting at my flesh. My eyes are looking at the face I love as her jaws 
open wide and her teeth bare out. 

Jenna is smiling at me... 

I made Jenna smile.. 


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