The Evil That Lurked Behind the Walls

The Evil That Lurked Behind the Walls


            “Okay, Mr. Sam Hill, if that is your real name.  Tell me again what happened last night.  I have to warn you, I think you are lying through your teeth.  You have yet to convince me that you did not kill your friends or associates in a drug induced frenzy.  You did test positive for LSD, marijuana, and lots of alcohol, and Mr. Smith of the Holliday Inn wants to press charges against you for trashing his hotel last night.  So, you are in a heap of trouble, my friend.  So, let’s start off with the truth, okay?  And since you’ve waived your Miranda rights, let’s keep to the truth and not wait until your court appointed lawyer can get his lazy butt down here to tell you how to lie your way out of this one.” 

            “Sure, Sergeant Murkowski.  I want to tell you the truth but it will be difficult because well, we were pretty high when we got to the McAllister house, but what happened there was not a hallucination.

            I did not tell you initially what really happened because well, I figured you being a small-town cop and me being a SF hipster visiting Maine on vacation with three other Californian boys – you all would not believe a word I said and let the drug tests convict me.”

            “Okay, Sam, let’s start at the beginning.  If your story checks out, we can consider not charging you with murder, but you will still have to settle your accounts with the hotel owner. Okay?”           

            “Fine by me.  Okay, let’s start at the beginning.  My name is Sam Hill, my companions were Jake Lee, Rick Jones, the 3rd, and Robert Yamson.  We all went to high school in Berkeley, California and got into heavy partying then.  We vowed after high school to get together once week a year and visit a city that we had never been to for a week of wild ass partying, lots of drugs, booze and wild women.  We’ve been doing this now for 15 years.  And well, we’ve had fun.  Of course, all of us are still single or divorced because it is hard to explain to a woman why you need to spend a week boozing and chasing other women once a year with your old buddies, if you know what I mean.

             Jake is Chinese and is an attorney, Rick is black, and used to be a football player and is now a high school football coach, and Robert is Jewish and owns a book store.  I own a restaurant called “Sam’s Interplanetary Bar and Grill.  Ever hear of it?  No, well it is famous in SF.  And you can tell I am a generic white boy.

            So, we decided to spend a week in Maine and arrived in Brunswick after spending a few days driving up and down the State looking for the proverbial party.  Brunswick seemed like the place to be as it is a college town and we all like to party with college kids and staff.  So, we rented a room, scored some dope and some acid, and met a few chicks.

            Things got a bit out of hand and the girls had a bad acid trip and we had to leave them.  During the confusion that ensued, we kind of trashed the hotel pretty bad.  We told the owner we would pay for the damages if he did not press charges and that we would be back in a few days to make good on our debt.  He reluctantly agreed to do so.  We were worried a bit about Sara and Maria, the two girls who were kind of freaking on Acid.  We finally got them calmed down by 4 am and got them to their dorm quietly.  But we were afraid they or their parents could press charges so we decided we better lay low for the rest of our trip.

             We drove down the road and out of town and came upon an old deserted mansion, which I know is now the Mc Alistair place.  We thought we could crash there until the next day, then make plans for the rest of the trip.

            Just as we pulled in, an old man popped up out of nowhere.  He told us that we did not want to go into the house.  He said all who go in never come out as it is a cursed place, filled with evil spirits who worship an ancient demon called Cthulu.

            We laughed at him – we had all read our Lovecraft and thought the old man was having fun at the out of towners. So, we entered the mansion.  It was dark, and we walked around the dusty rooms.  The house had an odd smell, and had old decayed furniture and the stairs looked like they were rotting.  Suddenly, the lights went on.  The house was lit up and seemed different, much more livable and decorated in an 19th century upper class style.  And the dust had gone.
            A man dressed in a black butler’s suit walked up and said that we were welcome to spend the night but the master would be happy to have us for dinner in about an hour.  He showed us to our rooms.

            We got together and agreed to keep our wits about ourselves.  There was something odd about the whole ordeal.  The acid had worn off and we were tired and felt like crashing but something told us to wait until the sun came up and we could drive out to another town.

             The lights went off and the dust and odd smell came back.  We heard weird creaking noises.  Rick went outside to investigate.  We heard a thump and Rick disappeared.  We all went outside and searched the house.  He had vanished completely.  We decided that we had better leave and get the authorities when the lights came back on and the butler came in announcing dinner was being served.

            We went into a formal dinning room and were greeted by Mr. Mc Alistair.  He was a distinguished looking old man, dressed in a tuxedo.  He bid us welcome and we all sat down.  He poured us red wine, which had a very strange taste to it, almost like blood and wine mixed together.  He told us that he always liked to hear where his guests came from and we talked for a while.  His butler came in and said dinner would be ready.  He put a covered plate on our plate and then asked us to pick our menu choices.


The choices were:


Baked Rick,

Baby Rick Ribs,

Rick Liver in blood gravy sauce

Fried Rick Brains


            We though the guy had a morbid sense of humor, and decided to play along with it.  We asked him if he had any idea of where our friend might be.

            “Well,” Mr.  said, Mc Alistair said, “I am sure he will show up any minute for dinner. Let’s eat.”
            With a flourish, he opened his plate and there was Rick’s head on a plate with an apple in his

mouth like a baked pig.  The butler removed the covering of our plates and there were various cooked

parts of Rick’s body, although as it was cooked meat it was hard to know for sure.

 We jumped up to run off or to fight against these two men, when several curious things happened at once.  Mr. Mc Alistair stood up and said,

“My real name is Cthulu, but you can call me, Mr. C.  I am a member of ancient race of beings that has lived among you people for thousands of years.  I feed off human beings, but I need human servants from time to time.  So, if you join me in eating your friend, I will spare you life, but you will be my servant forever and I do mean forever.  Mr. Smith, the butler, has been with me 10,000 years after he took me up on the offer. Well, deal or no deal?”

We backed away from the table.  Mr. McAlistar changed shape in front of our eyes, turning into a huge octopus-like creature. He grabbed Jake Lee, began tearing him apart, and eating him.  Robert and I ran out the door.  The whole house came alive and various electrical appliances starting chasing after us and trap doors opened up left and right.  A giant snake came out of the sky light and grabbed Robert and took him away.

 I ran out the door and down the street and keep running, and I heard chanting and the howl of wolves behind me but I managed to get to my car and drove off.  I was so agitated I ran a stop sign and crashed into the front of the bakery downtown.  That’s when you all found me a few hours ago.

And that is the true story. I stand by it.”

“Well, Sam Hill, I’ll let you into a little secret.  We already know what usually happens when strangers piss us off in our town.  You see, we all know Mr. McAllister or Cthulu as you call him.  He almost never lets someone get away.  So now you belong to us and him.  We’ll get you a job, and a place to live but you will never be able to leave this town.  If you do, you will die because you drank of the potion of eternal life when you drank the wine at the dinner table.  So, my advice to you is relax and join us.” 

Jake Aller

John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet, and former Foreign Service officer having served 27 years with the U.S. State Department in ten countries - Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada, Korea, India, St Kitts, St Lucia, St Vincent, Spain, and Thailand. and traveled to 45 countries during his career.  Jake has been an aspiring novelist for several years and has completed three novels, (Giant Nazi Spiders, the Great Divorce, and Jurassic Cruise) and is pursuing publication.  He has been writing poetry all his life and has published his poetry in electronic poetry forums, including All Poetry, Moon Café, and Duane’s Poetree and literary magazines.   He is looking forward to transitioning to his third career – full-time novelist and poet after completing his second career as a Foreign Service officer, and his first career as an educator overseas for six years upon completion of his Peace Corps service in South Korea.

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