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Fan FictionChainsaw Zombie's Splatterhouse Chapter 1 - The Decision Disclaimer: I do not own Splatterhouse or any of its characters. I steal them. Demons come in all shapes and sizes, of all forms. They can roam in the black shadows or in the darkest pits of man's psyche. Either way, they can cause untold horrors upon whoever or whatever they see fit. A ghoulish beast summoned from the deepest regions of Hell
to wreak chaos, or a never yielding urge for blood that scratches away
in the back of your mind until it is unbearable. Both are demons, no one
more dangerous than the But there are such demons that can exist on all level of plains. Physical, spiritual, and psychological. Combined powers that can drive a man to insanity, affect those around him, and ultimately kill him. Stumbling through total darkness while visions of flesh-hungry monsters plague your mind. You fall to the ground, a broken man, ready to be devoured. Your life flashes before your eyes. You realize that you were a total waste and there is no reason left to live. You welcome death. The darkness turns to light. The visions are gone. You are in a small padded room with a straight jacket. Everything is a blur. The process starts over again, and again, and again until you are ripped apart from the inside, but from what? A vile creature living inside you? An invisible fiend from another world? Or was it your own mind, finally relieving you from the burden of life? Demons are truly powerful. However, all demons can be overcome. Splatterhouse Raimi University, Colorado. "One of the greatest horror writers of the 20th century, Howard Phillips Lovecraft," lectured the professor. He pressed the clicker and an image of H.P. Lovecraft appeared on the screen. It must have been almost 90 years old. It was dingy yellow and damaged. But still visible in the giant darkened university room. "Without him, there would be no Stephen King or Dean Kootz. His macabre stories of supernatural horror were so infamous, that many were convinced they were real." The professor pointed to a young woman in the class with her hand raised. "Yes?" "But some of his stories were real, right? At least based on true events?" asked Jennifer Coal, one of the professors best students. "That's where the power of myth comes in. The stories that many feared truth were claimed to be false by Lovecraft himself, despite physical evidence. Take The Necromicon for example. A book with the power to raise the dead and cause untold chaos. Lovecraft spoke of the book in many of his stories. The Dunwich Horror, The Call Of Cthulhu, The Case Of Charles Dexter Ward, all Necromicon based stories. When evidence that suggested that the book might actually exist, Lovecraft quickly claimed The Necromicon as a work of pure fiction. Yet some of you may remember reading in the papers a few years ago that a professor Raymond Knobwy, a famous archeologist, actually found what he claimed to be The Necromicon." Jennifer raised her hand again. "So Lovecraft actually saw those things?" "There in lies the mystery," the professor explained. "Knowby refused to let any kind of experts or museums examine the book until he did. He took it with him to a remote cabin somewhere in Tennessee to study it. He was never heard from again." A young man sitting next to Jennifer, Rick Mason asked aloud, "So what happened to him? Did he have the real thing?" "The book turned up missing along with the professor. The papers wrote it off as a hoax. That Knowby wanted more publicity but when he couldn't convince people it was real he fled. To this day it is believed by some that that there really is a Necromicon and that for safety reasons, Lovecraft lied about it. There are many of his writings that were believed to be true, and perhaps were or at least based on true events, as Miss Coal said. But there is none more famous than a story that was published in 1922, Herbert West: Reanimator." The entire class sat up straight when they heard the name Herbert West. No one goes into a study of urban legends class without knowing just a little about that story. Rick and Jennifer being paranormal fanatics were especially intrigued. The professor clicked the projector button again and a picture of an old mansion surrounded by forest appeared on the screen. "Who can tell me what this is?" Everyone had an idea about what it was but no one said anything. It was a local legend that everyone heard when they were kids. Everyone was pretty sure that a legend is all it was, but what the professor had on the screen may prove otherwise. "This is West Mansion." The students became very interested at that point. One student raised his hand. "Are you serious? I mean, that house doesn't really exist, does it?" "Indeed it does. You forget that all urban legends are based on some actual fact that happened at one time or the other. What have you heard about West Mansion? Anyone?" Rick raised his hand. "My grandma used to tell me the story all the time. Dr. West was apparently some kind of evil genius. He experimented with the occult and claimed he could bring the dead back to life. He disappeared decades ago and his experiments are said to roam the house and the forests around it. Every time we moved, the location of the house would change so as to keep me from going too deep into the woods." The professor continued. "Yes. That would be a probable reason for such a story. To keep wandering children out of the forests. Wouldn't want to get eaten by a monster. But what if I told you all those stories about West Mansion were true?" "We're not that gullible. This is an urban legends class, not history," said Rick. "Oh of course. I mean it's not like all the stories are ENTIRELY true." The professor smirked. "In H.P. Lovecraft's Reanimator, he speaks of Herbert West, a medical student at Miskatonic University in Arkham around the early 1900's. He was a nerdy fellow. Lovecraft constantly referred to him as calm, cold, yellow-haired, and blue-eyes spectacles. No one would imagine him as an evil genius. He claimed that with the right research, he could bring the dead back to life. Using a special solution that he created himself, he was able to revive dead animals. Rabbits, dogs, cats, monkeys, but each specimen required a completely different mix of the solution. His ultimate goal was to revive a human being. Experimenting on dead humans in such a way was looked down upon in severity. But that didn't stop West. One day, a man had drowned while working and was buried that afternoon in Potter's field. It was a perfect specimen for West. It was a fresh body and close by. That night, he dug up the dead workman's body, covered the grave again, and carried the body back to his lab in an old abandoned barn not far from the field. After hours of injection solution after solution into the body, there was nothing. West had given up for the night and began cleaning up in another room when he heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from his lab. Terrified by the scream, he panicked and knocked over a lamp, causing the entire barn to burn to the ground. West got out in time but wasn't sure about his specimen. The next day West had read in the paper about the old barn burning down. That didn't surprise him but he was surprised when he read a completely different article. Apparently someone had disturbed the workman's grave. It appeared that someone had dug into the earth with claws." "The zombie clawed it's way back into it's grave. So he really did it?" asked one of the students. "Almost. The specimen turned into a mindless zombie. The body wasn't fresh enough. Through out the next sixteen years, West continued his experiments. Always needing fresher bodies and mixing different solutions. He once even went so far as to kill a collage of his for a fresh body. When it was revived, it beat West unconscious and went on a killing spree in the near by town until finally caught by police and sent to a mental asylum where it banged its head against the wall for years after," explained the professor. "During a local boxing match, one of the competitors was beaten to death. West took the body and used his usual injections but with no avail. He then took the body and buried it in the field. Several nights later, he was waken by a beating and scratching at his door. With his revolver in hand, he opened the door. It was the boxer. His body had rotted and even mutated to some extent. When it lunged toward West, he fired six shots into the thing's chest, killing it for good. One would think that that would be enough to convince West to stop his morbid experiments, but he wouldn't be much of a mad scantest if he did. Over the years, it became an obsessive curiosity rather than a means to cure death for the good of mankind. Bodies after bodies, some were successful, and some were not. He eventually started reanimation severed parts and was even able to mutate dead humans with reptile and other animal cells. But he eventually met his demise at the hands of his own creations. Torn to pieces and his head carried away, still screaming. That's where all the stories of West Mansion came from." "So what's really in West Mansion and who owns it?" asked a student. "No one knows for sure. There are those of course that say Dr. West survived and continued his experiments in the house. Those that actually believed Lovecraft's work was real. There is indeed a West Mansion in the Red Hills forest area in Colorado. Who lives there or what goes on is unsure. There have been sightings around the area of unexplained creatures and even some disappearances. Most likely hermits, living in the house. That would explain how the whole thing got started in the first place." The professor continued his lecture for the rest of the hour. After class was over, Professor Kain went into his office. He had to go through some papers for tomorrow about West Mansion and Lovecraft. Usual papers to make sure the students are paying attention. He looked like your usual collage professor. Middle aged, conservative dresser, short light brown hair, aging features, and glasses. He started sorting through the tests when someone knocked on his door and entered the room. It was Rick Mason. He was in his early twenties, like most collage students. For all of his muscles, he had a slim figure. He wore a black long sleeve T-shirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, dark blue jeans, and brown work boots. He had short dark brown hair and a boyish face. "Hi Rick, come on in. What can I do for you?" asked Professor Kain. Rick took a seat on the other side of the desk after closing the door behind him. "Well, as you know my grades in your class are slipping. The semester is almost over and I would really like to not fail." "So you're either here for an extra credit assignment or your going to bribe me." "The first one." "Damn. Well, I don't really have anything for you. As you said, the semester is almost over. I have all these papers to worry about. I really don't have the time to give you an assignment." Rick nodded. "I enjoyed the lecture today. I never knew there was that much to it. It might be interesting to find out more about it." "All right, what are you getting at, Rick?" "Me and my girlfriend have been thinking about going up there this weekend. Were suckers for haunted houses and mysteries of the sort. Maybe if I came back with a report and some video footage for the class, you might think about raising my grade just enough to pass?" Rick gave the professor that puppy dog look. "Sorry Rick. You would just be wasting your time." "Okay then. I'll let you decide again after we come back." The professor's expression quickly turned to an angry seriousness. "If you go up there I will not only fail you but you will be kicked out of my class! You and Jennifer both!" he shouted. Rick suddenly looked confused. "What?! Why?!" "West Mansion is not a playground for so called investigation! It is an unknown and dangerous environment. People have disappeared or been found dead while in that area. I will not be responsible when your names turn up in the papers with the headline "Students found dead while on school assignment"!" "Oh come on! You don't actually believe all those stories do you? I thought you were a man of logic." "You seem to believe in them well enough. Now I'm not saying there are ghouls and goblins running around up there. But there are things up there that no one is quite sure of and it's not your place to discover them." "If you don't want to give me credit for it, fine. But this is my and Jennifer's decision and with all due respect, you can't stop us." Professor Kain gave Rick a solemn look. "Stay away
from West Mansion and "I'll take that into consideration." Rick stood up and left the office, slamming the door shut behind him. Rick sat on a bench outside the university, waiting for Jennifer. He thought about what the professor had said. 'Maybe he's right. No one REALLY knows what's up there and it would be foolish for me to drag Jennifer along,' he thought to himself. 'I don't know if the final tests will be enough to help me pass.' A pair of arms came from behind him and wrapped around his chest. "Why the gloomy look?" asked Jennifer. She was
around Rick's age, long red hair, slim body, long black boots, knee high
skirt, and a long sleeve belly shirt. Rick held Jennifer's arms and leaned back on her chest.
"He wont give me the extra credit." "Aww, poor baby. If only you would study more often rather than playing video games." She walked around and sat next to Rick on the bench. "That's not all. He said that if we go, he will not only fail me and you but we will also be kicked out of his class." "What?! He can't do that. It's our decision if we go or not." "That's what I told him." "Oh well. What he don't know won't hurt him." "Actually, he made a good point. We really know nothing about what the area is like and I don't want to drag you into any kind of danger," "Oh please. Your just scared." "Ha! When have you even known me to be scared?" "I really want to go. I'm sure we won't run into anything we can't handle." "Yeah, I guess your right." Ricked smiled at Jennifer. "Besides, if anything happens..." Rick lifted Jennifer off the bench and started running back to his apartment with her in his arms, giggling. "I'll protect you!" "Your so cheesy! Don't think your getting laid." Later that night, Rick ran toward the ringing phone soaking
wet with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hello?" "Rick." "Professor Kain?" "Yes. I'm just calling to apologize for my outburst earlier today. There's lots of stress this time of the year." "Oh. Uh, don't worry about it. Its cool." "I've been thinking about your offer. You're a good guy, Rick and I think the rest of the class would enjoy seeing actual footage of West Mansion. If you come back with a five page report and that video footage you promised, I can guarantee a passing grade." "Really?! Okay, expect that report on your desk Monday morning." "It's a deal then. See you on Monday. Have fun." "See you." Rick hung up the phone. "Yes!"
He quickly picked the phone up After a few rings, a female voice answered. "Hello?" "Jennifer, guess what." "What?" "Professor Kain just called. He said he would give
me the extra credit to (To Be Continued...) |
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