The Jamison house of Horrors
Every year i receive an invitation to the annual Jamison halloween party. This year i decided to attend, per invitation, in a wicked costume. I was Albert Einstein, with crazy hair, glasses, a giant penis nose, and dirty lab coat. I rode through the beautiful old neighborhood to the Jamison estate. It was a nice older home on a pretty street, the grass was starting to go dormant and the leaves had just begun to turn as well. There was a chill in the air as i walked up the stony sidewalk towards the entry to the home.
Before i could ring on the chime, the large old wooden door creaked open on its own, allowing me entry to the Jamison estate. Standing in the marble entry way, a very tall and pale woman was there to greet me. She was shockingly tall and thin, with a neck that must have been 6 inches in height, and her mouth was surprisingly missing off of her ashen face. The fear in her eyes spoke volumes though.
I entered into a parlor area where only a few guests still remained, mostly seated. A woman in a maid costume did not make eye contact with me, instead she sobbed into her cleaning rag. Across from her sat a younger man, pale and bald, who's face was full of sharp pins or needles, like an acupuncture session gone awry. He tried to take a sip of his cocktail but couldn't get his wide glass close enough to his mouth for all of the pins, so it spilled on his clothing. He reeked of disappointment. In the corner of the room behind a large fake palm tree, a young starlet with way too much makeup on laid in a ball on the floor. Her makeup was smudged and she appeared unconscious. An empty bottle of booze within her grasp and a bottle of pills, opened and spilling out onto the floor, told her story.
I decided to excuse myself from the parlor and walked down a particularly long and curvy hallway in search of a restroom. The first door i came too i would open to find a dark and open space, with a stairwell leading down to something. I paused when i heard something unnatural rustling from the depths below, decided not to venture down that pathway and closed the door.
The next doorway was closed, but i could hear noise and a human voice, though somewhat muffled. I entered the room relieved to have found the bathroom, though disturbed by what i had saw. The floor had plenty of blood on it, the long marble counter tops had plenty of blood on them as well. The shower was running, and i could hear a man's voice singing "the lion sleeps tonight". I didn't know what to expect behind the pulled shower curtain, after seeing all of the blood on the floor and elsewhere, so curiousity got the better of me, and i opened the shower curtain.
A young man of probably 20 years of age, clean cut and fresh faced, was showering and singing along to himself. When he noticed me staring at him, his only response was "Hey bro, good game!" I closed the shower curtain and decided to leave the bathroom as well. Out in the hallway i immediately ran into a half dozen or so young men of similair age and appearance, all of them naked with dried blood on their youthful skin. Most of them had towels draped over their shoulders as they were going into the bathroom. Several of them wanted to high-five me, others smacked me on the butt, shouting enthusiastically "good game bro!"
Down the hallway further into the depths of the old house and past the bloody footsteps of the young men, i came upon a door which seemed almost out of place. Naturally i opened this door, which immediately led to a stairway up to another level. I climbed a couple of flights of stairs until i got to the top and found another door. This one was more difficult to open. After several tries i finally got this doorway open, which led to what seemed like an old attic.
All around this attic i came across old chests, racks of old clothes, and on one wall there was a shelf that took up the entire wall, with nothing but large stuffed animals. The animals appeard as though they were frozen in time. The pale light that entered from the stairway reflected in their glassy eyes. I had the strangest sensation that these stuffed animals were watching me.
Then i heard something move in the darkness behind me. Over in the corner of the large attic appeared a light on the floor, which apparently came underneath another doorway. I had no choice but to go towards this light. When i got to the door, it would open automatically, to another room which was cluttered with all kinds of strange and unusual objects. The room was low lit, but in the corner i clearly saw my host sitting alone in his rocking chair, smoking a cigarette and staring off into space.
"Won't you come in and join me, old chap?" Jamison said, extending his hand and offering me to sit down in a rocking chair adjacent to his own. I took him up on his offer and sat down in the chair near his, though visibly disturbed when the door slammed shut behind me. Jamison didn't say anything for a few moments, he just sat in his chair and puffed on his cigarette, staring at the antique wooden floors.
Finally his gaze shifted towards the array of cages he had over in the corner of the room. "This world is unfortunate. Humanity itself is a mistake" He puffed on his cigarette a few more times until it was almost out, and then slowly put it into a bucket next to his chair, which contained a couple of hundred other cigarette butts. He looked intently at me for the first time, "i believe we have found a way to fix this mistake". He then took his right hand and put it underneath the back of his head, and with his left hand he put it under his chin, and with all of his might he lifted his head up until it came off of his neck and body. He sat his head down on the table between the rocking chairs.
His headless body then slowly got up out of the chair, pulled a cigarette out of the pack and placed it in his mouth, and carefully lit the cigarette for him. His head puffed on the cigarette, staring off into space, and between puffs he told me he had "the key to the end of civilization" here in this room. Per his directions, the headless body walked slowly over to the assortment of cages on the opposite wall, and rummaged through them blindly, while his head would give directions; "no not that one, behind it, no..to the left...Yes...thats the one".
Carefully his headless body turned around and carried the cage over towards me and sat it down on my lap. Inside the cage something roared. As i looked at it closely, it was an adult male african lion inside of this cage, though he was no bigger than an average mouse. I looked up at Jamison, puzzled, as i watched his headless body take the cigarette out of his mouth on the table, knock the ashes off of the cigarette for him, and carefully place it back into his mouth. Jamison looked at me and directed me to go and unleash the caged lion onto the world, between puffs of smoke.
I left the old mansion with my caged lion in hand, roaring at me from it's cage. As i walked down the street i noticed a large bus that i had not seen before, mangled as if it had been in some type of accident. At that point i tripped over a drain in the street near the curb, falling down and dropping the cage. My penis nose was stuck in the drain, and so i was only able to free it after talking off my over sized costume glasses. I got back to my feet alright but when i looked around for the cage it was nowhere to be found. I thought i heard some kids off in the distance running away, laughing, as kids often do.