Terror Town by James Roy Daley Read Free Book Online Page B

lucky can one man be?
    He kissed the fly and petted it and held it by its legs; and when nobody was looking he opened his zipper, pulled his pants to his knees and pressed the insect against his manhood.
    “That feels good ,” he groaned psychotically.
    After a moment he looked out the window. The coast was still clear. He pressed his shoulders deep into the seat, tightened his muscles and licked his lips. And when he grew tired of his strange little affair he placed the fly onto his tongue and sucked it down his throat.
    Fuzzy gasped and Nicolas picked his nose. When his nose began bleeding he licked the blood from his finger. He liked the taste of blood. Sometimes he would bite his fingers just to taste the juice inside. Sometimes he’d cut his babies fingers off for similar reasons.
    Inside the restaurant, lights dimmed.
    It seemed as though Cameron was getting ready to leave.
    Nicolas pulled his pants up and started the car. He put a hand on Fuzzy and Fuzzy bit his finger. The bite didn’t bother him. It didn’t make him upset. He imaged himself as a God and the rodent was one of his many creations, and he was a merciful God, powerful and tolerant, compassionate beyond comprehension.
    Today he’d fill his empty cage.
     
     
    6
     
    Roger scribbled a note on a napkin and left it in a place that was easy to see. The note said:
     
    Hey William, guess who’s back in town? Dan McGee!
    Cam and I have to gone to his place for a while.
    You should come. We’ll be in the basement (don’t ask).
    ~Roger.
     
    Dan watched him write. “Is your brother going to see that?”
    Roger nodded. “His time is divided between home and work. He usually pops by after we close. Sometimes he cooks. Sometimes he checks inventory and makes sure things are turned off. It’s his routine.”
    “You think he’ll come to my place?”
    Roger shrugged. “He might. Want me to grab a six pack?”
    Dan smiled. Apparently Roger knew how to read minds. “Sure. You guys want to ride with me?”
    Roger said, “Can you drive me home later?”
    “Yeah, no problem. Or you can stay at my place the night… if you want.”
    “Maybe. Let’s play it by ear.”
    “I’m dropping my car off at home,” Cameron said. “Can you pick me up? If I’m drinking I’d rather not have my car.”
    “No problem,” Roger said. “Right Dan?”
    “Right.”
    Roger went behind the bar, pulled beers from the fridge and placed them in a bag. Dan and Cameron stepped outside. Roger turned off the lights, stepped outside, and locked the door. Dan and Roger jumped into Dan’s car and drove, making a pit stop at Roger’s place for more supplies. Cameron followed.
    Inside Roger’s garage they found two more flashlights, one 25-foot extension cord, one 20-foot extension cord and one 15-foot extension cord. They also found two 500-watt work-lights in Roger’s basement; each of them had a yellow casing and was designed to blast a serious amount of light into dark places.
    “Perfect,” Daniel said. He looked at Cameron and quickly looked away. “This stuff will help for sure.”
    Roger made a joke about sending him the bill as Cameron toyed with her hair. They returned to their cars and drove to Cameron’s place.
    Cameron changed vehicles.
    They drove on.
    Dan noticed a car in the rearview mirror, following along like it was heading to the same destination. It seemed unusual but not extraordinary; he wondered if the car was following on purpose. A moment later the car pulled off the road and disappeared from view, which seemed to answer his question.
    Once they arrived at Dan’s cottage they went straight to the basement.
    Roger carried the extension cords and the flashlights. Dan carried the work lights. Cameron carried the bag of alcohol in one hand and a radio in the other. When Roger asked what’s the radio was for, she replied, “So we can listen to music, stupid.” Dan laughed and Roger said, “Very funny.” Dan opened the trapdoor with a grunt as