like to go on a nice, big, killing spree.
The upper half of Fuzzy sat on the dashboard near the steering wheel, lying in a small pond of blood. Black bubble eyes stared lifelessly out the window, still looking very much alive. Drops of purple and red waste blemished the glass, framing the animal’s body with macabre style. And as the animal’s mouth slid open one final time, and the car’s wheels rolled towards their destination, Nicolas wondered if there was such a thing as rodent heaven. If so, the squirrel was surely there.
8
It was Roger that spoke first. “Wow,” he said. “Just… wow.”
Dan couldn’t help but agree. Looking down such an unusual hole was astonishing. “See the light switch attached to the wall? It doesn’t work.”
Roger eyed the switch quickly before looking down the hole again. “No?”
“Nope.”
Cameron picked a hammer off the floor, stepped close to the edge, and dropped it.
As the hammer disappeared from view, Dan looked at Cameron flabbergasted. “Hey! I need that!”
“So what?” Cameron replied. “We’re going down there, aren’t we?”
“Yeah but… ” Dan trailed off, reflecting on the fact that he didn’t reach the bottom earlier. He considered the value of the hammer. It wasn’t worth much, ten bucks maybe. Still, he couldn’t help thinking he’d soon buy a new one.
“I didn’t hear it hit,” Roger said. “Did you?”
“No,” Cameron said.
“I wasn’t listening,” Dan admitted. A moment later he grabbed a crowbar off the floor. His intention was obvious.
“Don’t you need that Dan?” Cameron mocked. “It looks important .”
Dan smiled. “We’re going down there, remember ?”
“Oh,” Cameron said with a grin. “That’s right! I forgot! You’re so smart!”
Roger rolled his eyes.
Daniel dropped the tool. All three of them listened. Seconds slipped past and nobody heard a thing. In time, Roger stepped away from the edge saying, “That is one deep hole.”
“Seems that way, doesn’t it?” Dan replied. “Know what? You guys should chill out a minute. I’m going to the garage to grab another extension cord.”
As Daniel went upstairs, Cameron lifted the bag of alcohol and pulled out a beer. “I’m assuming you want one?”
“Sure do.”
She tossed Roger a Bud and took one for herself.
Roger opened the bottle. Beer foamed. He put his mouth to the opening, drank like a second year college student, and sat the bottle on the floor next to a screwdriver. Afterwards, he unraveled an extension cord and plugged it into an outlet. He tied the female end of one cable to the male end of another, holding them together with a knot. He tied the second cord to the third. Now three extension cables were connected and the knots he created insured they wouldn’t become unplugged.
Cameron said, “Maybe you should wrap the cable around the pickets.”
“Huh?”
“The pickets,” she repeated, pointing towards the staircase. “The pickets in the stairs. Knot the extension cable around a few of them so it doesn’t get pulled from the outlet in wall. It will, you know.”
Roger looked at the cable, the outlet, and the pickets. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Now I get it. Good idea.”
He followed her instructions.
Daniel returned. “I’ve got two more cables. One isn’t very long, eight feet maybe. But the other one is a thirty footer.”
“Nice.”
“Hand ‘em over,” Roger said. “I’ll knot ‘em together.”
Daniel passed the cables to Roger. “I’m going to put the beers in the fridge.”
“Cool.”
Daniel went upstairs with the bag of booze and returned with an open beer in his hand.
Roger tied the last of the cables together. “Now, the moment of truth.”
He tied the work light to the extension cables and plugged the light in. 500 watts of white light blasted the room.
“So far, so good,” Cameron said, putting a hand on her hip.
Daniel agreed. “Yep. So far so good.”
Roger hung the
The upper half of Fuzzy sat on the dashboard near the steering wheel, lying in a small pond of blood. Black bubble eyes stared lifelessly out the window, still looking very much alive. Drops of purple and red waste blemished the glass, framing the animal’s body with macabre style. And as the animal’s mouth slid open one final time, and the car’s wheels rolled towards their destination, Nicolas wondered if there was such a thing as rodent heaven. If so, the squirrel was surely there.
8
It was Roger that spoke first. “Wow,” he said. “Just… wow.”
Dan couldn’t help but agree. Looking down such an unusual hole was astonishing. “See the light switch attached to the wall? It doesn’t work.”
Roger eyed the switch quickly before looking down the hole again. “No?”
“Nope.”
Cameron picked a hammer off the floor, stepped close to the edge, and dropped it.
As the hammer disappeared from view, Dan looked at Cameron flabbergasted. “Hey! I need that!”
“So what?” Cameron replied. “We’re going down there, aren’t we?”
“Yeah but… ” Dan trailed off, reflecting on the fact that he didn’t reach the bottom earlier. He considered the value of the hammer. It wasn’t worth much, ten bucks maybe. Still, he couldn’t help thinking he’d soon buy a new one.
“I didn’t hear it hit,” Roger said. “Did you?”
“No,” Cameron said.
“I wasn’t listening,” Dan admitted. A moment later he grabbed a crowbar off the floor. His intention was obvious.
“Don’t you need that Dan?” Cameron mocked. “It looks important .”
Dan smiled. “We’re going down there, remember ?”
“Oh,” Cameron said with a grin. “That’s right! I forgot! You’re so smart!”
Roger rolled his eyes.
Daniel dropped the tool. All three of them listened. Seconds slipped past and nobody heard a thing. In time, Roger stepped away from the edge saying, “That is one deep hole.”
“Seems that way, doesn’t it?” Dan replied. “Know what? You guys should chill out a minute. I’m going to the garage to grab another extension cord.”
As Daniel went upstairs, Cameron lifted the bag of alcohol and pulled out a beer. “I’m assuming you want one?”
“Sure do.”
She tossed Roger a Bud and took one for herself.
Roger opened the bottle. Beer foamed. He put his mouth to the opening, drank like a second year college student, and sat the bottle on the floor next to a screwdriver. Afterwards, he unraveled an extension cord and plugged it into an outlet. He tied the female end of one cable to the male end of another, holding them together with a knot. He tied the second cord to the third. Now three extension cables were connected and the knots he created insured they wouldn’t become unplugged.
Cameron said, “Maybe you should wrap the cable around the pickets.”
“Huh?”
“The pickets,” she repeated, pointing towards the staircase. “The pickets in the stairs. Knot the extension cable around a few of them so it doesn’t get pulled from the outlet in wall. It will, you know.”
Roger looked at the cable, the outlet, and the pickets. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Now I get it. Good idea.”
He followed her instructions.
Daniel returned. “I’ve got two more cables. One isn’t very long, eight feet maybe. But the other one is a thirty footer.”
“Nice.”
“Hand ‘em over,” Roger said. “I’ll knot ‘em together.”
Daniel passed the cables to Roger. “I’m going to put the beers in the fridge.”
“Cool.”
Daniel went upstairs with the bag of booze and returned with an open beer in his hand.
Roger tied the last of the cables together. “Now, the moment of truth.”
He tied the work light to the extension cables and plugged the light in. 500 watts of white light blasted the room.
“So far, so good,” Cameron said, putting a hand on her hip.
Daniel agreed. “Yep. So far so good.”
Roger hung the
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