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A slowly stiffening breeze from the west stirred the sluggish, tattered layer of clouds, allowing the silvery light of the full moon to spray across the landscape that lay below.
Puffing slightly, James Robert Harridan (‘Jim’, to the few people he could call friends, ‘nerd’ to almost everybody else on campus) silently thanked the stars for the pale illumination; he’d already tripped several times on unseen obstacles as he’d climbed the slope towards the back of the Weatherby Mansion.
Tall and skinny, Jim wasn’t exactly in the best of shape, the moon-light highlighting his pale skin and contrasting against his dark, scruffy mane of hair. Dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and a faded Army-Surplus jacket, he was struggling up the heavy, tangled undergrowth towards the abandoned (and supposedly sealed) mansion atop the hill, a task made more difficult by the digital camera he was carrying. Every time he fell, he made sure to protect the camera - which caused him to gain more scrapes and bruises then he would have, unencumbered. However, there was no way he was going to let the camera get damaged... because he needed it to get pictures of the culmination of his plan.
The Weatherby Mansion was known to almost everybody in town. Two decades before, stone-faced FBI and ATF agents had locked the place up tight, completely freezing the local Sheriff out of the operation. There’s been no sign of Old Man Weatherby, and since that day rumors had been floating around town as to what had happened. Some people though ‘murder’... which eventually ended up into some sort of Satanic ritual murder, complete with ‘evil forces’. Others claimed that the place had really been a whore-house, with very select clientele... and very ‘special’ employees for every fetish under the sun.
Jim didn’t know... but he did know that he’d found a key to the house in a trunk that had belonged to his father, who’d been the local real-estate agent before his death.
That had been the start of his plan - the plan to get some revenge on the people he hated worst on campus.
He’d sent out ‘invitations’, using his computer to fake them up to seem as if they came from Josh Leiberman, the ‘Party King’ on campus. Josh’s parties were always really big hits... and you had to be really select to get on his invite list, and you never told anybody you were invited, or you’d never go to another Josh-Bash again. You could only boast about the party after it had happened, so that the secret party wouldn’t be ‘crashed’, and thus ruined.
So, Jim was sure that all his chosen victims would be in the house by now. And he’d chosen them carefully:
There was Brad Winslow. That tall, muscular, All-American blond boy who was not only a real ladies’ man, but wealthy to boot. In addition - he got great joy in humiliating the campus ‘nerds’, and Jim had been a particular favorite of his.
Then there was Lisa Spinelli. Dark-haired, buxom, sexy, mischievous, the campus ‘bad girl’. She’d lured Jim out to a secluded beach for ‘skinny dipping’ one summer night, his lust for her tones, supple body and firm DDD-cup breasts blinding him to the fact that she'’ only taken off her jacket by the time he was naked... then the lights had come on from the cars already in place around the ‘secluded’ cove, and a half-dozen of her friends had laughed at his nakedness.
Next up was William Kiddman - ‘Billy The Kid’. Taller then Jim, the rangy black man was a star on the basketball court. Jim had been required to take a ‘team sport’... and Billy had delighted in showing off on the court during practice by humiliating Jim.
Finally, there was Amy Benelman. A leggy blonde goddess, gorgeous (if a little flat chested). Also, the campus ‘rich bitch’. She’d made Jim’s work-life a living hell, since he’d been a waiter in her favorite restaurant. Nothing had ever been right for her. In fact, she’d gotten him fired.
Now, the time had come to get even with them. He’d set up this ‘trap’, specifying in the invitation that this was going to be a costume party... and the invitations had gone out early this afternoon, giving them less then twelve hours to get costumes - with the only costume shop in town closed.
Now, with his camera, he was going to take some photos of them (unobserved, he hoped), and then use some of his computer skill to ‘fake’ the most embarrassing images he could, claiming that the four of them - who all actively despised one another, or ‘so it seemed’ - had been sneaking out to the mansion regularly... to have kinky foursome orgies.
Smiling at the shattered ruins he’d leave their reputations in. Jim crept up to the back door of the mansion, which he’d unlocked before. Now, he silently snuck into the darkened mansion, wondering where they’d be. He listened for voices, but couldn’t hear anything. Silently as he could, he snuck further down the hall.
There was light spilling out of the doorway ahead. Light from one of the cheap flashlights he’d left (along with the key) at the front door for the ‘party guests’. Jim snuck up to the doorway and prepared to look in...
"What the hell is this...!"
The startled voice caused Jim to jump. Even as the fact registered that the person wasn’t speaking to (or about) him, but rather about something in the room, he tripped and sprawled fully into the room, landing at the feet of the room’s occupant:
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Thu Feb 15 00:46:15 2001