They had to find a place to come down from the high. If any of their parents caught them in a drunken state it would all be over. Daryl’s parents had promised him a car for his senior year, but if he fucked up now, near the end of his junior year, they would pull that car without hesitation and he knew it! He had ditched gym class a few times and he already knew he was going to have to combat that one. There were also a few grades that could be up for questioning as well! This was not going to be easy anyway!

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“Look dude, we gotta maintain. I am really fucked up!”

“So am I fucker! And it was you who added that motherfucking vodka to my beer!” “I was maintainin’ jus’ fine til you fuckin screwed me man!”

“Sorry dude, I never seen you fucked up before!”

“This ain’t funny fucker! My old man and my old lady catch me like this and my car is fuckin’ history!”

“What about that old house over on Raven Lane?”

“OH Shit! You know what they say about that place!”

“Dude, you believe all that shit?”

“I don’t know what to believe!” “Look don’t you remember the story?” “There were two fag dudes living there, both were bodybuilders and one was competing for some big title or something when they were both murdered!”

“I remember the one dude man, he was fucking huge!”

“He was so fucking big that the cops thought that he was dealin’ roids or somethin’ and that’s why they were both snuffed!” “He was so fuckin’ big that it took a special coffin to bury him, an he weighed so much that the dudes carryin’ the coffin were fuckin monsters too!” “I remember the pictures in the fuckin’ paper man!” “Yeah, they had this big baby blue Caddy Convertible, an they’d drive round town in it with no shirts or tank tops on!”

“Don’t you remember me’n Doyle’d yell “musclefag” whenever they’d drive by!”

“Dude I don’t remember the “musclefag” thing, my bro and I called ‘em “queerbait”!”

“I gotta take a piss dude!”

“We’re on the street asshole, don’t pull it out here!”

“But I gotta take a piss!”

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Just as this was said, a white police cruiser was seen by both, it was crossing at a cross street ahead.

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“It’s fucking after curfew dude!” “If that fuckin cop comes back we’re fucked!”

“Dude, we gotta do Raven, we are both too fucked up to get all the way home, and if we manage, as fucked up as we are to make it home, we are fucked anyway if we get seen this way!” “Turn right here!”

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It was a short walk or “stagger” to this weird old Victorian house.

The house, once beautiful in its Victorian architecture, had been tied up in a court battle over the estate of the deceased for several years. Both battling sides felt that they were entitled to the “whole enchilada”.

As the two boys entered the wrought iron gate, it squeaked and closed behind them. They were startled, and strangely it seemed that when the gate had closed it had somehow jammed the latch.

Slowly they crept around to the rear of the property. In the garage, visible through a dirty window, was a powder blue mid seventies Cadillac Eldorado Convertible covered in dust and sitting on four flat tires. It had been at one time a magnificent car.

In the back yard, the bright moon lit night made it obvious that the weeds were waist high, and the degree to which the property had deteriorated. The pool that the guys had built was now only partially filled, the water was smelly, and an algae laden green color. The patio umbrellas were tattered, and the pads for the chaise lounges were tattered with the stuffing coming out of them. It was as if nothing had been touched after the owner’s demise.

There was a noise that startled both boys. The sound was of a door lock clicking. This was a big piece of property and the only lock that could have been heard was the one for the rear entrance door of the house.

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“Dude, you fuckin’ hear that?”

“Dude! Dude! Dude! Where the fuck are ya?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A few seconds later there was one scared kid as a rustling of bushes was heard from behind the garage.

The missing teen re-appeared, and in his intoxicated state had forgotten to tuck his cock back in or zip himself up. -- -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I tole ya dude! I hadda take a fuckin’ piss before I pissed my pants!

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“Dude, don’t fuckin’ leave me again without sayin’ somethin’!” “This place gives me the creeps!”

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A few seconds later, a car could be heard slowly cruising by, and a second after that, a spotlight shown towards the side of the house, and then towards the other side of the house.

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“Shit dude! It’s the fuckin cops, and I’m so fuckin wasted I can barely stand up! We gotta get outta sight! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Again, a loud “click” was heard from the rear of the house.

Slowly, both boys crept towards the rear of the house and surprisingly found the rear door to the place unlocked and open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Shit dude, the fuckin door was open!” “I fuckin don’t believe it!”

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Just after they walked into the house and out of the area that was the laundry porch after closing the door, a much softer click could be heard as the lock closed behind them.

Immediately, Dave moved quickly back to the rear door. The door that had opened so easily to let them in, was now jammed in every respect just like the front gate.

Daryl saw two police officers at the side of the house away from the windows, they were checking the property and they had flashlights.

Fortunately for the boys, the windows were so dirty that they could not be seen

The officers were overheard and they were asking for a helicopter with its spotlight to check the place.

A third officer tried the front door and found it locked. The officer who had flashed the light at the side of the house, reached the rear door and fortunately for the boys had found that locked as well.

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“Dude, i’m fuckin scared shitless!” “You realize that we could be nailed on illegal trespass, breaking and entering and attempted burglary!” “Fuck man, if we get out of this, I ain’t never gonna fuck around again!”

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A few seconds later, a door was heard to creak open slightly in a hallway nearby. The boys were so scared that they were about to pass out, but this center area would be difficult to see at best through a window. When they got there, they found a strange thing. There were two doors, the outer one was a conventional panel wood door, the second inner door was solid steel. There was a curved stone stairway illuminated by an eerie glow, which appeared to go down quite deeply under the old house.

As if through some weird public address system, a very masculine man’s voice in a soft whisper said: “Go-ahead boys, you’ve come this far! Let us help you go all the way”.

Dave suddenly could feel a presence, turned to look behind him, and standing there was a huge monster of a man. He had to be six and a half feet all and covered in such muscle that he looked like a wall. Dave’s heart raced, adrenaline kicked in, and Dave in his effort to get past Daryl, knocked him down the stairs toward the unknown! Daryl’s level of intoxication helped him roll in a relaxed manner so that he was not seriously hurt. AS both rounded the corner, about half way down the staircase, there was an unexplainable blue-green glow illuminating the room. It was a large and well-equipped gym. There were no lights on, yet they could see everything!

Both Dave and Daryl were sobering up fast now, their heart rate continued to increase, and unfortunately the alcohol was also making both of them sick. AS they scanned the room visually, there was an area that looked like a bathroom and shower area complete with a medicine cabinet. There was the gym, and then there was another kind of weird area that looked like some sort of small laboratory.

The alcohol and the excitement were too much. Seconds later, both boys found themselves fading into blackness.

It seemed like only a minute of two, but as Dave awakened he noticed that he had been moved to the laboratory section. He was strapped with chains and cuffs around his wrists and ankles to some sort of tilting table. The eerie blue green glow still illuminated the room. As Dave looked around he saw that Daryl was in exactly the same condition strapped to a table about six feet in front of him. Daryl was still out cold. Dave’s head hurt and was very groggy. He was having trouble grasping on to the situation. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was something else. As Dave continued to scan the area around him, he also noticed that there were no windows of any kind.

Both boys were still dressed in their jeans and other clothing. They wore T-shirts and then there were conventional long sleeve shirts over those because the weather had, in the first weeks of October, been at least a little cool in the evenings. Daryl’s dick was still hanging out of his fly, which was still unzipped.

After what seemed like about fifteen minutes Daryl started to awaken and move around. When he realized that he was tied to a table, panic set in and he started to scream and cry out.

Sweat started to pour off both captives, and their struggle got them nothing.

Several minutes later, in the center of the room, there were two clouds of mist that started to materialize. It took time, and for a moment the room became icy cold. These clouds swirled around and slowly formed into the shape of two huge men.

As the clouds began to take form, Dave recognized the one cloud as the huge man that was standing behind him and had frightened him down the staircase. By this time Daryl was sobbing and crying.

He was a monstrous bodybuilder and he was wearing shorts and a tank top in this ghostly form. A few seconds later, the second man could be clearly seen. He was much shorter, but if that was possible even more muscular, and had dark hair on his head. His face was decorated with a huge walrus moustache.

The larger cloud shrouded figure moved towards Dave first leering over him in a very menacing manner.

His clouded hand reached out and touched Dave’s head gripping it slightly. The touch of the very large ghostly hand encircled most of his head and in spite of it’s weird consistency, it left no doubt in Dave’s mind that it had the strength to crush his skull like a grape if it wanted to.

The clouded figure then bent over and brought its face within inches of Dave’s.

Then a booming voice was heard throughout the room. . . .

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“Mr. David Roswell, yes, I remember you well.” “I think that the words were “musclefag” as I remember!” “Pretty strong words for an underdeveloped little shit faced puke!” “Let me guess shit-face, you weigh what, 140 pounds maybe?” “That little worm you call a cock wouldn’t satisfy the tightest cunt in this town it’s so fuckin small!” “Looking under your clothes, you little twit, you don’t even look like you’ve started into puberty yet!”

“We’re planning on changing that tonight!”

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The specter then moved across the room and took the same position in front of Daryl.

The same booming voice. . . . . . -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Daryl Davis, in your case I remember the words “queerbait”! “I only wish I could pay back your moronic big brother as much as I am going to pay YOU back tonight for what you’ve said.” “Look at you, you little drunken worm!” “Look at that little teenie weenie on you, you puke faced little asshole!” “There is one joy I will have and that is when I am finished with you, YOU will pay your brother back for me!”

“We have waited here for years to find someone to avenge our deaths!”

“We couldn’t get the High School football star or the fuckin’ meter reader!”

“We get stuck with two total geek dweebs like YOU!!!!!”

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The larger specter moved back to the center of the room between his two captives.

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“Since we are stuck with you, you are going to avenge our deaths, and we don’t care if you like it or not!” “You’re going to do it!”

“When we were murdered, we unfortunately took to our graves the secret of our size and development.” “We wanted to leave something behind for those that needed what we had!” “We wanted to leave our discovery for those suffering from neuromuscular disease!”

“We were approached by this big time promoter, this fuck head who just about owns the sport of bodybuilding!” “He wanted us to sell him our discovery, and when we told him what we wanted to do, he called us fools!” “He said that together we could make millions!” “He said that he would get us when I told him to go “fuck-off”!”

“He sent one of his thugs around two weeks later.” “The thug shot us and when he couldn’t find the formula, he left.” “Before he left, the asshole planted a hundred bottles of D-bol where the cops could find it!”

“In the process of the crime the thug dropped the gun!”

“Because the neighbors heard the gun shots, the cops were here within minutes of him leaving!”

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The larger of the two specter’s faded for the moment, and the smaller moustached specter stepped forward.

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“Do you know what it is like to watch some thug murder the person you love?”

“Did you know that the words you said hurt people?”

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Daryl was shaking a great deal, but he finally got the courage to speak.

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A few moments later, two huge syringes, the kind that are used for general anesthetic in farm animals floated across the room and on to a table. The liquid in each of these syringes glowed a strange yellow orange.

A few seconds later, the contents of the first syringe were injected right through the clothing into Dave’s upper thigh. He let out a blood-curdling scream as the liquid entered his body.

Dave’s leg was in great pain where the fluid had been injected into him. The pain was sort of a throbbing, but that sensation was changing. All of a sudden he started feeling warm, it was as if the temperature of the room had reached a hundred degrees or more. Then he began to feel like he was starving for oxygen. This was getting really weird.

Daryl cried out begging for mercy.

Nothing could be seen, but the booming voice scared the shit out of Daryl when it said, enjoy what is going to happen to your friend, because you’re next worm!

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“Dude, Dude, you OK?”

“Don’t know what that shit is dude, . . . gasp, gasp,. . . . . but I fuckin’. . . . . gasp, gasp, . . . . . feel really weird!”

“I feel really strange and really fuckin’ horny!”

“OH Fuck!” “OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW. . . . . .!!!”

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Daryl felt a hand on him, the voice whispering in his ear had him shaking!

“Watch what happens to your friend, you insignificant worm!”

“You’re such a little mealy mouthed geek, that watching you suffer will be even more fun than watching your pal over there!”

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“OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW. . . . .! ! ! !. . . . pant! . . gasp! . . gasp! . !”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This fuckin huuuurrrrrrtttttssssss!”

“AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH. . . . . . Shit! SHIT!

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiitittttttt! ! ! ! !”

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Again the specter whispered in Daryl’s ear.

“We need to make it possible for our young friend to fully enjoy what is going to happen to him!”

A few seconds later the room began to illuminate like it was daylight. A ball of bright blue white light lit the room with a brightness that seemed unearthly!

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“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH. . ! !”

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The scream this time was so loud that Daryl was afraid Dave was going to blow out his vocal chords!

Daryl could see that Dave’s body was drenched in sweat. His shirt was sticking to him and patches of wet could be seen on his pants as well.

Then Daryl noticed something even more strange!

The area right behind Dave’s zipper on his pants seemed to be growing and forming a bulge! •