Tuesday, November 20, 2018

The Cinema Files s1 p13

The Cinema Files
page 13 chapter 13

Drive-In Drama

I found myself checking my phone just after 7:30pm. I'd missed a text from Vincent. Hitting the forward button on the cd player, I had commandeered the music on the ride back as a Doors song blasted into the interior of the vehicle.

"So, you got what you need?" I asked noticing a chipped nail.  Detective Whitechapel said no as his eyes darted back and forth from the rear view mirror to the windows and back again.

"The detectives running the case found nothing in the warehouse. They think someone tipped the Hosts off." he cleared his throat as he turned the corner. "I need to get invited to another event."

"A lot of work for a decoy. Come on, tell me the truth. This is your case isn't it? Not just a decoy but full on your case."

"I owe you dinner." he said trying to change the topic.  I leaned back in the seat shaking my head.

"Huh. I don't understand why you can't admit when I'm right?"

"At lest I know that anything I tell you won't end up in the morning edition."

"That why you're so..." I gestured towards him. "You? My aunt's job.?"

"I was serious Desdemona, when I said the other day about not wanting to start with you now she's gone. The less I have to ban you from my crime scene coattails, the better for us both." he punctuated his point by changing the song on the cd player, letting Johnny Cash slither around us.

"Talk about your mixed messages."

"What's that suppose to mean?" he never took his eyes off the road.

"You ask me to join you on a case and scold me in the same second about not hanging around your cases."

"Totally different situations." He looked at me in the sideways way again in the rear view; his eyes sparkling under the passing streetlights. He pulled into the parking lot of the Ruthven causing me to have to catch my breath. Unbuckling his seat belt, Ryan moved in his seat just enough to have to reach over my lap for the glove compartment. The heat of his breath on my knee made me jump. Not finding what he was searching for within it's depths, he slammed it closed again. "There a keycard in the pocket there?" he nodded towards the cup holder in the door. I held up the plastic rectangle just as the driver side door slammed and I found myself in an otherwise empty car. Detective Whitechapel already standing in the parking lot. "Come on then." he gestured in that slow way of his that ironically made you feel rushed. I got out of the car as the sound of the lock beeped in my wake. "I do believe I still owe you breakfast."

"Uh dinner. It's dinner time."

"That's what I said." his eyebrows rose double time as he took the keycard from me, his free arm at my elbow. Just as we entered the hotel lobby his phone started to ring. "Oh it's the station I've got to take it."  Ryan moved a few feet talking into the contraption before turning right back handing me the room key mouthing the words room 333.  I found myself shaking slightly as I got off the elevator my breathing ragged knowing I was blushing. "Sorry." I felt more than heard Whitechapel as he arrived a moment later behind me from the second elevator. "Well Mrs Whitechapel." he said barely holding the smirk as he tapped the fake wedding rings we'd worn for the undercover job. "Any thoughts to what you'd like for breakfast?"

"Dinner." I said without thinking.

"Yeah, what I said."

"You do realize the restaurant is back downstairs. Yonder." the sarcasm was the only thing holding me in check keeping me from just throwing myself at him as I hooked my thumb over my shoulder.

"Haven't we had enough crowds tonight?" he replied unlocking the door to his room hitting the light switch. I watched as the room began to glow in the semi spotlights that began to flood the space in the delayed seconds. The sofa was in the middle of the room dividing it, the bed to the front of us and a table and dresser behind the sofa; the bathroom beyond that. A small styrofoam board was sitting on the sofa covered in notes and photos, two large case files beside it in place of the throw pillows. "I said I can't have you at my crime scenes. I didn't say I wouldn't let you into my briefs." Whitechapel stood between myself and the sofa hands now in his pockets. "Your instincts as good as your aunt's?"  My turn to raise an eyebrow.  "Officially, your aunt Jackie was the biggest pain in my arse. Unofficially my best partner."   I felt the deflation of my ego as a woman at the same time an excitement traveled down my spine. I should have known better. The good detective only wanted me for my mind.

Tune in again for another installment of the Cinema Files starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Well, that's one way to get into a man's briefs.)

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Night Bleeds 2019

Spudguns!, How's it where you are? Spiffy goodness spiffy swell.

Anyways, as you can tell by the title of this post, I'm bringing back the book/movie club. This year is set to be very Stephen King heavy, with half the books being novels by King.  Also, since some of the selections this year don't have movies or have movies that are difficult to find; the movie half is optional. So technically, it's just a book club this time around.

The selection of novels can be found on the Night Bleeds page. You can also follow along on my facebook page.

Monday, November 5, 2018

Random movie Waxwork

movie: Waxwork
starring: Dana Ashbrook, Zach Galligan
genre: Horror, Comedy,
year: 1988
format: DVD

plot: A group of teenagers decide to visit a wax museum at night, and find themselves the victims of a devious murder plot. The owner of the museum is using the displays as supernatural portals, and needs eighteen real bodies to finish his work.

This is one of those movies that tried to be too ambitious. You're never really sure what the end goal of the film itself is? Is it a commentary on the animal within (the werewolf, vampire and Marquis de Sade are the longest segments all having to deal with duality and repression) the fear of others (the staff of the museum are a pair of butlers - a midget with an authority issue and a mute strong man) a comment on greed (everyone is rich and the lead villain sold his soul to live forever) or is it something else all together?

As this does try to cover all sub-genres of the larger horror world; vampires/ghouls, zombies, aliens, werewolves, serial killers/psychos, cults etc. You sort of know that each segment of the story will be rushed, as they are only smaller segments of the larger story happening, but you want to linger on them and try to understand why they were used.  (Such as using the Marquis de Sade instead of Jack the Ripper to cash in on the fact Hellraiser had just been released.)

The sad part of this is, the film is really pretty good till the last ten minutes, when an angry mob of secret society members shows up to battle the reanimated wax works. Then it just looses all credibility and becomes a massive joke.

Sunday, November 4, 2018

The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p14

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 344, chapter 344

Instability on Stage 5

"Okay, what do you want?" Finn asked dipping his shoulder towards our heroine. "Cause he doesn't have any money, and he can't get you anything. He's really not that important." he licked his lips slapping a hand suddenly on Bryon's shoulder. Before he knew what was going on, Finn found himself in pain, trying to pull his arm away. Our heroine had sunk her teeth into his wrist as quick as a cat with a mouse.

"You're not you either. You taste wrong." she huffed as she moved past them back into the props room. Grabbing the mirror she licked it. "Mmm. Metallic."

"You're gross. And insane." Finn said holding his arm, a welt and deep pink bruise starting.

"And you are way too calm for someone who just got a chunk taken out of him." Edric retorted as he slammed his shoulder into Finn, moving past him. "Anything?"

"It's not meant to be a portal. It's meant to be just a magick mirror. That's all." our heroine said leaning one pale arm on the large mirror. Her fingernails rapping the edge of it.

"How can you tell?" Edric asked "Why aren't you panicking?" he said over his shoulder towards the taller male.

"I've had worse trust me." Finn remarked blowing on the bite. 

"Aha!" our heroine's hazel eyes brightened as she pointed to the small smudges of blood. "Someone keyed it." she mumbled then as she sniffed the mirror's frame. "Bryon, you keyed it. Why did you key it?" Turning our heroine pointed at the shorter goth before hooking her thumb over her shoulder again towards the mirror.

"What?" Bryon shook his head still trying to wrap his mind around what was going on. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he gave in to the fact he was beyond clueless suddenly. Our heroine gestured towards the blood.

"The doorway. You unlocked it with your dna. Which, means, you're not you." she reached for Finn's arm again. "Oh for shacks sake." her tongue darted out over his pale flesh once more as she whispered something. The wound dried up and healed instantly.

"You keep saying that! What the hell does that mean? I'm not me? What does that even...You acted as if you knew me, but I have no idea who you are?" Bryon was starting to feel light headed all of a sudden.

"Okay, so what does this mean?" Edric asked gesturing towards the room in general. "Can we go back now?"

"Um no. If I knew what this meant, I wouldn't still be standing here looking semi confused. I'd be fixing the situation. I can't fix it if I still don't know what the problem really is." the female banshee said crossing her arms now under her chest.

"Not like there's a book of all knowing." Finn commented.

"What if there is?" our heroine's tone was soft. "Why did you say that? That's a very odd thing for you to say. You who is not you." she gestured wildly towards Finn.

"What? The Seer's spellbook?" Edric asked suddenly alert, his eyebrows raised as he shook his head in disbelief. "The one you have been panicking over because Dax wants it? The one you had us make a fake one for to switch out?"

"Um yeah."

"Who's Dax?" Finn asked.

"What's a Seer?" Bryon asked.

"So you're just going to run back home and get it?" Edric ignored them both.

"Um no."

"What then? Have them read it to you via the mirror like a phone chat?" Edric continued.

"I'm going to have it delivered like a pizza. It's going to deliver itself to be precise. If I can remember the Seer's spell." she added with less confidence. "I mean, that was so long ago. Nearly twenty years ago depending on the reality..." she started to look around the room. Moving a few feet she stood behind the large prop coffin, grabbing a handful of the fake spiderwebbing, tossing it back and forth between her hands. "Okay, Edward how'd it go? Talk to me hon, tell me all about it."

"Who she talking to?" Bryon asked.

"Herself I hope." Edric shrugged.

"So not working. New plan we stay. Okay, in the meantime, we just need to lower our profiles. Yeah, that's it." Nosferatu said in frustration.

"Or we can just go home." Edric gestured towards the mirror. He found himself on the floor suddenly laying across Bryon's feet having knocked Finn over in the process, as a bin of hats landed on them both.

"Sorry sorry. Dude, Oh shack my bad. It was glowing and started to float."  Seward said as he stood there having just stumbled through the mirror. The dark haired human was holding a large canvas shopping bag in his hands, the handles drooping over them.

"See, delivered. Just not how I was expecting." our heroine smiled tilting her head to the side as she snatched the treasure from her friend.

Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures, starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Yes yes, I'm three weeks late with the story, but then again I've been running three weeks late in every area of my life lately)