Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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"Ha-ha. Hey, Kyle, why don't you ask your dad where babies come from?"<br />
"Daddy, where do—?"<br />
"All right, all right, let's just watch the movie," I said. "There may be more meltings in<br />
store!"<br />
After the bittersweet conclusion, where a few people died, we went back downstairs. The<br />
girls were seated in a circle, all the lights out except for a pair of flashlights, and screamed as one<br />
when we entered the living room. It took a few minutes to translate the shrieks and giggles, but<br />
we figured out that they were telling ghost stories.<br />
"Have any of you heard about the Taywood house?" asked Roger.<br />
A couple more minutes of screaming and giggling indicated that no, they had not. I had, and<br />
in fact was the one who told Roger about it, so I sat on the couch and waited for him to<br />
completely mess up the story.<br />
Roger motioned for two of the girls to scoot over and make room, and then joined the circle.<br />
He took one of the flashlights and shined it up into his face, which was supposed to make him<br />
look eerie but really just made it look like he had a light-up nose. "Most ghost stories take place<br />
hundreds of years ago, but not this one," he said in a spooky voice. "The Taywood house was<br />
built a mere five years ago, by a man named Jarvis Taywood."<br />
It was four years ago, and the man's name was Jervis, but Roger at least had the basic<br />
concept right.<br />
"Jarvis was a crazy old man, and less than a month after he finished the house, he killed<br />
himself. Nobody knows why he did it, but he jumped into some molten plastic at a chair<br />
manufacturing company. All they ever found were his shoes, sitting by the vat of plastic, with a<br />
suicide note tucked inside. It's said that whenever you sit on a plastic chair, you may just be<br />
sitting on old Jarvis."<br />
That statement received several squeals of delight and disgust. It was, in fact, the truth (or,<br />
more likely, just the correct version of a complete lie), though if I'd been telling the story I<br />
would've changed it to a chocolate manufacturing company, so that I could end it with "And you<br />
may have eaten him TONIGHT!"<br />
"Anyway," Roger continued, "his family lived in the house for another year, but every once<br />
in a while they would hear weird noises. Only at night, never during the day. Creaking footsteps<br />
on the staircase. Whispering. And none of them could explain it, but the whole family felt like<br />
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