WEDNESDAY NIGHT HORROR
TEMPTING EVIL
Men often tempt the supernatural with dire consequences? It is not documented where we go after death. Churches have different opinions. Do we stay on this Earth? Do we make the final transition to Heaven or Hell? Some think God allows us to inhabit the Earth until the day he returns. There is one thing that is certain. We know of Evil. It is real. Mock it and risk the consequences.
The sky was covered with anvil clouds that went twenty thousand feet in the air. Occasionally, you would see lightning in the middle of them. You can’t fear a thunderstorm, if you enjoy the outdoors in Brookwood. It is going to rain at least once during a summer day in Alabama. Just crack open a beer, let the girls put on something skimpy and go out on the water.
“Hey, don’t let something get you out there.” Jeff said.
“Shut the hell up. I don’t believe in that superstitious bull shit!” Mason said, as he climbed in the water. He pushed his skis along the water and swam out to the end of the rope.
“Hey, you didn’t give me a kiss, asshole.” Jill yelled.
“Don’t worry about it, Brandon will kiss you.” She terse her lips and looked over at Brandon who tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.
“Screw both of you.” Jill said and started to laugh. She tugged on the braids of her autumn hair.
“You know this is the exact spot where his father pitched him into the river.” Jeff said.
“FUCK RANDY TANDY.” Mason said as he moved further out.
Mason swam to the end of the rope. Large air bubbles came up around him. He looked around trying to see if there may be something that raised to the surface, but there was nothing.
“Jeff, throw me a beer.” Mason said, as he was getting into the skis.
“What’s wrong with you assholes. I have to drive the boat and be the beer bitch.” Jeff said.
“Oh no, I’m the Bitch on this boat. I’ll get the beer.” Brandy said. She bent over the cooler and the guys turned to watch. There was something about gravity and size 38 DD breast they loved.
“You guys make me sick.” Jill said, as she sat down on the back seat. “The two of you are such perverts.” She looked back at Mason and then at Brandy, who’s nipple was showing as she stood up from the cooler.
“Ok, she does have nice breast. Put those things away, before I jump on them myself.” Jill said playfully.
Brandy shook her breast at Jill, then looked at the pull line. “Mason, are you ready? Here’s your beer.” She tossed it three feet in front of him.
“Nice toss.” Mason said. He leaned forward to get the beer. There was a faint impression near the bottom, in the dark waters just below the light. His breathing slowed as his mind struggled to figure it out. He shook his head and gently tried to calm the water in front of him so he could see.
“It is a boy’s face.” He whispered. His mind had deciphered the impression. “No fucking way.” He tried to look closer. Whatever it was, had disappeared.
He looked up to the boat. No one was watching him. They were talking among themselves. All he could hear was the beating of his heart.
“Fuck it.” Mason said trying to shake it from his mind. He opened the beer and turned it up. His usual stunt was to kill the beer and crush it on his head, but he was interrupted. Something brushed against his leg, almost like fingers.
Mason tossed the beer and started kicking his legs. He looked down. The boy’s face was now just below his feet. Skin floated around his partially deteriorated skull. He screamed and started to wave his arms. “Noooo…NOOOOO.” He struggled to get away from him, but there was nowhere to go. Randy Tandy pulled on his feet, his nails scraped ripped at the skin on his legs. The vest kept him afloat.
“I think he’s ready.” Jill said. She waved at Mason. “He said go.”
Jeff engaged the transmission and pushed the throttle. The boat struggled, as if the line was tied to the bottom. The back of the boat had dug down and the front of the boat lifted slightly. Jeff looked at the line, Mason was completely under water.
A second later, the boat sprang forward and Mason came up on his feet. His face was gray with freight. He tried to scream, but was coughing water. Everyone looked around wondering what was happening.
“Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh.” Mason let out his fear.
“Go Jeff, He’s ok.” Brandon said. Jeff revved the engine. Mason struggled to stay up right. He couldn’t let go. There was something evil in the water. It was after him. There was a whisper in his mind. “RANDY…..TANDY.”
He looked around frantically. The water was passing by quickly and his heart seemed to calm. Mason tilted the skis and went outside the wake of the boat. Jill watched him, fascinated at what he was doing.
“What the hell is wrong with Mason?” Everyone turned around to watch. He was looking down and moving side to side.
Mason looked down. Randy Tandy was just below the surface of the water. The monster screamed when they met eyes and Mason matched it.
“I don’t know. He seems to be having fun.” Jeff said. He turned the boat and Mason used the friction of the water to gain more speed.
“Wow, he is really going fast.” Jeff said. Mason swung around to the edge of the water. The piers which lined the water’s edge passed by at fifty miles an hour. He wanted out of the water, but couldn’t get to the bank. His eyes looked under the surface of the water, but could no longer find the creature.
When he looked up, Randy Tandy stood in his path. Mason let go of the rope and veered right. The pier hit him at waist level. His torso flew, end over end, until it rolled onto the bank. Mason’s legs were attached to the boat dock and the skis were floating at the water’s edge.
Jeff pulled back on the throttle and the boat eased to a stop. The four of them sat silent in the boat, trying to take in what happened. Jill was the first to come back to reality. Her scream echoed along the banks of the Warrior River. Thunder cracked and lightning struck in the distance.
Later that night, as they all sat around. Brandon swore that he saw something in front of Mason. He wouldn’t say what or speak the name. He knew it was more than just a teen drinking accident.
Later, he went to sleep. His mind took him back to the river. A small boat rocked on the surface, until a cage flew out into the water. Brandon followed the enclosure in his mind, until it hit the bottom. The boy inside the box watched the boat above.
Time went by slowly for the child, inside his watery coffin, looking up at the surface. He released his air. Bubbles rose to the top. He began to struggle furiously. It seemed an eternity, then he stopped. He lay there on the dark bottom, lifeless. His face turned toward Brandon, the child’s eyes were red as hell’s fire. His heart stopped and in his mind, he heard the boy gurgle, “RANDY TANDY”. Speak my name. I will find you.
