Excerpt:
Victor remembered waking up where he thought he had fallen asleep on Jossette’s grave. He didn’t know about his other personality George or that George had passed out on the grave after a few hours of partying with Tabitha. Still, he remembered talking to Tabitha before George had taken over. He remembered her being at the grave with him.
Hearthville Serial 3
What Happened To Victor:
A Paranormal Suspense Gangster Horror
By Charles Peters
Copyright 2019
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Chapter 6
Victor woke. His head hurt. He was shirtless and in his boxer shorts. They had hearts on them. His pants were dangling off the side of the bed. He was laying in the floor. Victor grabbed the side of the bed and pulled himself up into a standing position. His legs felt wobbly but they strengthened as he stood. He rubbed his smooth stomach and tossed his head back to look up toward the white ceiling and the black ceiling fan. A white sock dangled off the side of one of the blades as the blades swooped round and round.
Victor walked to the dresser. He looked in the mirror. He saw his eyes were blood shot. He noticed a stack of one hundred dollar bills on the dresser. He counted twenty of them. He mumbled to himself, “I told Stewart he didn’t have to pay me back the money I gave him.”
Victor walked to the bathroom that was off from his bedroom. He pulled a blue towel and a white wash rag from the cabinet. He hung them on the outside of the shower door. He opened the medicine cabinet that was set back in the wall, above the large round sink that was painted gold set in a long counter that was black and white marble. He removed an aspirin bottle from a glass shelf. He opened the lid and turned it to toss an aspirin into his hand. The bottle was empty. He tossed the aspirin bottle into the green garbage can set in an opening below the counter.
Victor pulled off his boxers and tossed them into a green hamper next to the garbage can. He rubbed his stomach and his cock. He massaged his hairy balls and his prostate area. He turned the shower on and waited a few seconds for the water to warm. Then he stepped into the shower and enjoyed the feel of warm water streaming over his naked body.
Victor remembered waking up where he thought he had fallen asleep on Jossette’s grave. He didn’t know about his other personality George or that George had passed out on the grave after a few hours of partying with Tabitha. Still, he remembered talking to Tabitha before George had taken over. He remembered her being at the grave with him. George implanted an image, a thought in Victor’s head of Tabitha saying bye and walking away though that is not what had happened.
Victor pulled the washrag from the outside of the shower door. He picked up a bottle of Joy from a shelf in the shower. He poured a bit of Joy from the bottle onto the washrag and washed himself good. He took deep breaths and told himself he felt better. He had no idea that what he was feeling was a hang over though he knew his head hurt and his eyes felt weird.
Invisible, naked, the ghost of Artorius appeared in the shower with Victor. Artorius admired Victor’s body. With a giggle Artorius touched Victor’s cock. “It is so fucking big.” Artorius looked at his own cock that was smaller. Artorius whispered, “When you astral project in the future and try to search for Jossette I want to be with you. Man to man, I want to talk with you.” Artorius walked through the shower door and through an outside wall.
Artorius stood outside in the mid air. Though his ghost was in the form of an older man that was the age when the Space Alien Witches Council had him burned at the stake, he admired his body. “I may not have the youth of Victor or his cock size but I don’t look so bad, for a dead man.”
Artorius looked at the balcony outside of Judy’s bedroom. He looked at the open, french, balcony doors into her bedroom. She sat at a dresser combing her black hair. “A beautiful woman. If only I could find the magic to come back to life as me and not endure the anguish and confusion of reincarnation. I wonder if she astral projects. Oh well, I feel the Ramsey Mansion that is my prison pulling me back.” Artorius left from outside the Ogleby home.
Meanwhile…
Victor, fully dressed and feeling better from his shower, stepped into the huge kitchen where his mom was cooking breakfast. Victor’s brother Stewart was seated at a fifties style dinette table in a large nook off the kitchen. It was silver with a red top. The chairs at the table were silver with red, plastic, cushions. The large nook was rounded with a large rounded window designed with small white wooden panes as the back “wall” of the nook. The wall sized window looked out on the wooden red patio deck. There was another table off from the bar in the center of the kitchen which is where Victor’s mom Ellen had set the plates.
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Victor walked over and kissed his mom on the cheek. “Good morning.”
Ellen smiled at her son. “You came in late last night. Your father said you had alcohol on your breath.”
“Maybe he had alcohol on his breath. I am sure that I did not. Still I am sorry that I woke you all. I was in Atlanta and I fell…”
“You fell…”
Victor didn’t want his mom to know about Jossette and so he didn’t finish his sentence about falling asleep on Jossette’s grave. Victor lied. “I fell asleep in a movie theater. It was rather embarrassing.”
Stewart was listening. He asked, “What movie did you have to drive all the way Atlanta to see?”
“Gone With The Wind. I like to watch it on the big screen.”
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Stewart said, “One of those Artsy Theaters that serve beer and pizza I guess.”
“I was not drinking.” Victor walked over and gave Stewart the twenty one hundred bills he had found on his dresser. “I told you that you did not have to pay me back the money.”
Stewart looked at the money that Victor had handed him. “What?”
“That is the money left on my dresser.”
Stewart counted the money in his hand. “I don’t know what to say. You are giving me two thousand dollars.”
Victor said, “I am rich. You keep the money.”
Stewart put the money in his pocket. “Thanks.”
Victor smiled. An image flashed in Victor’s mind of a large biker dude counting the money out to him after losing at a game of billiards. Victor shook the image from his head and thought, “Weird.”
Elliot came into the kitchen. “So Victor, who were you partying with last night?” Elliot poured himself a cup of coffee.
Victor walked over and poured himself a cup of coffee as well. “No one. I went to Atlanta.”
Stewart said, “To watch ‘Gone With the Wind’ at one of those pizza and beer theaters. Can you believe that? What a dork.” Stewart felt the money in pocket. He quickly added, “Who I dearly love.”
Elliot asked, “You didn’t see the movie with a girl?”
“I ran into Tabitha Angster at the cemetery.”
Ellen asked, “What? What were you doing at a cemetery in Atlanta?”
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“I was walking around before the movie started. I missed the first showing and so I was killing time.”
Stewart said, “Tabitha Angster. Now that is a name from the past. Did she say how asshole Roger and asshole Jossette are doing?”
Victor said, “Tabitha is very pretty.” Victor looked at his dad. “You know, she is Jossette’s half sister.”
Elliot said, “Lawrence told me about that situation.”
Ellen asked, “What situation.”
Victor said, “Lawrence had an affair with Rosanne. Tabitha is their love child.”
Stewart said, “Roger never told me about that.”
Victor said, “It did not come out until they were in the process of moving to Atlanta. Though the affair was long over, that was the reason that Terence divorced Lawrence.”
Stewart said, “Yeah, Roger moved to Atlanta and just stopped talking to me. I guess I was no longer good enough, not rich enough, to be his friend.”
Victor looked at his mom. Then he looked at his father.
Stewart continued. “And the way Jossette did you. My God, you were in love with her and she just broke up with you without even a ‘Dear John Letter.'”
Ellen said, “Victor and Jossette were too young to be in love. I…”
Elliot said, “Ellen. Don’t.”
Victor said, “I was thinking I might try to date Tabitha. She is working as a maid for Arthur and Clarice Ramsey.”
Stewart said, “A maid. Just like her mom was for Rachel. You are rich and you want to date a maid.”
Victor said, “There is nothing wrong with being a maid. She is pretty.” Victor changed the subject. “You know, there was something strange at the cemetery.”
Elliot whispered in Ellen’s ear. “He was visiting her grave.”
Ellen nodded.
Neither Victor nor Stewart heard the whisper.
Victor continued. “There was grave of Artorius and Sette Ramsey and the tombstone had a picture of them inset on it. Sette favored Jossette but as far as I know they weren’t related by blood.”
Ellen said, “I remember Rachel telling me that Artorius died in a fire. It was an awful way to die. When I was a little girl I met Artorius and Sette. My mother and I were in line for me to see Santa Claus and they were there with Arthur. Arthur teased me and told me they were witches. Then Arthur pulled a flower out of my ear. I was amazed. I believed him. Then my mom explained magicians and magic acts to me.” Ellen looked at Elliot. “You know, later, older, Arthur and I dated for a bit.”
Elliot said, “I know.”
Ellen said, “So Victor, you were saying that Jossette favored Sette even though they were not related by blood.”
Judy walked into the room. She walked to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. She threw the bottle for Victor to catch. He caught the bottle and popped the lid. He took two aspirin and swallowed with a cup of coffee. “How did you know that I had a headache.”
Judy said, “As drunk as you were last night it would be a miracle if you didn’t have a headache.”
“I wasn’t drinking.”
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Judy joked. “Took it straight from IV, huh. Yeah. Right. Brother.”
Stewart laughed. “I gather from this weird conversation he was partying with Tabitha Angster in a cemetery.”
Judy nodded with rolled eyes. “Kinky. So was Mark Ramsey there?”
“No. Though Tabitha was saying how much Mark favors the picture of Artrorius on the grave.”
Judy said, “I need to ask Steed if he is kin to Mark since they have the same last name. That would be weird, wouldn’t it?”
Victor asked, “Why would it be weird?”
Judy said, “Because Mark was practically in love with you. Mark and Jossette were practically rivals.”
Victor shook his head. “What the hell are you talking about?” Victor thought about Tabitha seeming surprised that he didn’t know Mark Ramsey. George whispered into Victor’s head. “Let it drop. You don’t care. Let it drop.”
Judy continued. “So Mark wasn’t there. What about Jossette and Roger?”
Victor felt a pain in his stomach. He looked at his dad. He looked back at Judy. “No.”
George whispered in Victor’s head. “Stay calm. Don’t get upset.”
Victor said, “It was just Tabitha and there was no party. I don’t know why you all think I was drunk last night. I had not been drinking.”
Judy said, “See, that is why Victor is such a good poker player.”
Ellen asked, “Why is that dear?”
Judy said, “I almost believe Victor and I was there last night when Victor came home. I was there when dad and Steed took you up to your bedroom.”
“Steed helped me up to my bedroom. That is a disturbing thought.”
Elliot said, “Yeah, it was disturbing. Steed saw your monster cock slip out of your boxers. He might be scarred for life.”
Stewart laughed. “Yeah, that thing has scarred all of us for life, who have seen it.”
Victor rolled his eyes. Then he laughed. “Yeah, when I die I want a picture of it put on my tombstone and with the epitaph, ‘Eat Your Heart Out.'”
Stewart nodded. “And on the other side of the tombstone a picture of Zombies eating someone’s heart out. That would be so cool.”
Victor put his coffee down and walked to Stewart to give him a high five. “Hell yeah.”
Judy moaned, “Now I have that image in my mind. How gross. Mom. Why couldn’t I have sisters rather than brothers?”
Ellen smiled. “I prayed that you would be a girl but I love your brothers.”