The Evil Book

I discover a book I had not read in a long while. There is a certain fear about the book, as though it has caused anguish in the past, but I cannot recall what. I hear an odd noise outside and it is my grandmother falling down the stairs. This is followed by some other relative falling down the same stairs. Now it's clear to me why I fear the book. It has used some evil powers to cause catastrophe around me. I try to convince my mom of the dread power this book has over people, but she is not convinced. She obviously thinks I'm crazy. I believe more catasrophes ensue, but I don't recall exactly which. Anyway, I decide that the only way to break this curse is to burn the book. Here's a side note about the book. It is a regular novel it seems. Nothing in particular that seems odd about it. It is a normal size for a paperback novel...probably about 400 or so pages. I decide the best place to burn the book is in the fireplace. I walk over and start to do this, but my mom (or is it my dad?) tells me not to use the fireplace to burn a book. They are still of the opinion I'm crazy. I consider burning the book in a pot or pan, but that idea dissolves or perhaps I'm looking for a good place to burn it. I decide I'll burn it behind a shopping complex. I park the car at a nearby gas station. While I'm there I see this guy in a motorcycle liberally pouring gasoline on the pavement. He almost appears to be cleaning the leaves off the pavement with the gas, as though the gas were water. I find this rather disturbing, but continue on with my goal. When I get behind the shopping center, there are a few thugs back there who begin to threaten me. This is an unfortunate turn of events. I decide I will have to abaondon my burning attempt and flee back towards the gas station. The thugs run after me, intent on doing me bodily harm. When I arrive back at the gas station, it's clear I'm going to have to face the thugs. I remember the guy pouring gasoline all over the place and I reach into my bag and pull out one of those fireplace lighters. The thugs stop, realizing that they are in danger. I click on the fireplace lighter, trying to light it, but it refuses to light. The thugs appear like they're going to attack at any moment. I throw the lighter on the ground and reach into the bag and pull out another lighter. Click...click...nothing. I throw that one down and pull out another. The thugs have decided they don't want to wait around for the lighter that works. They head back over to their hangout. I drive back home and have a conversation with Susan. She suggests that location not be of prime importance in my burning. Just burn the book and deal with the repercussions after. I decide this is good advice so I hide in a bathroom and begin to light the book, with the toilet and sink available as a water source should something go terribly wrong. I fianlly get the book to light and watch as it burns. My mom starts knocking at the door trying to get in. I manage to finish the burning before she gets in, but she is not very happy about my burning stuff in the bathroom. I am not very worried, though, because the evil book has been destroyed! I think the next day, however, someone tries to replace the burned book with another copy. I am none to happy about it.

Field Trip from Hell

It's always fun to go on a field trip. Halloween is closing in so maybe we should go someplace scary. Why not go to the site where horrible atrocities once took place? Yes, that will be fun. We set out to visit an office building where a cult took over and tortured and killed multiple people. The building is a tall, glass, cylindrical one. It looks very futuristic in the city skyline.

We park at the top of the building. I'm not clear why or how we park there. There are many people in the parking garage. Lots of them seem very upset. We get into an elevator which will take us to the start of the tour. The elevator begins to move and I start to feel dizzy. The elevator is not going straight down as a usual elevator would, it is curving around the building like a spiral staircase. It's a very cool design for an elevator. We arrive at the bottom floor and the tour begins. For some reason they pass out little Sega Genesis game consoles. Apparently the rooms are set up to use the games. Gordon is along and he tells me that he has a wireless adapter for the Genesis which would be nice here.

In the first room we visit the group plugs up their Genesis consoles and starts playing some arcade games. I look around and notice that there are some bullet holes in the wall. I wonder what horrible events took place here. After almost everyone has had their fill of playing arcade games, we move on. We walk up some stairs and enter into an open area which allows us to see multiple floors of the building. The height and openness compounded with the general eerie feeling of the buliding makes me nervous and I rush ahead of the group. I find myself in a cafeteria and decide to get some food. I order myself a hamburger and fries. I take a seat at a long table which is filled with elementary school kids. They must have taken a field trip here, too. I sit across from this black kid who starts putting fries on my plate and telling me to get rid of them for him. I don't really care about it, but he starts messing with my hamburger and I've had enough. I grab the kid by the collar and threaten him. He doesn't seem to get the point and he starts shoving his glass of chocolate milk at me. I'm getting pretty annoyed about the whole thing and I splash the cup of chocolate milk in his face. Now the fight is on. People start rushing over to break up the fight. The administrators of the place ask who started the fight and I point to the kid. They take the kid and kick him out of the place. There's a little girl who follows them and tries to tell them that I started the fight, not him. I follow her and tell the administrators they should at least listen to her, even though she's wrong. So, that ended that kid's field trip experience.

Now it's dark, I'm asleep. Apparently this is a sleep over field trip? I open my eyes. There's three black people hovering over me. They all have metal sticks in their hands. My eyes open just in time to see one of the metal sticks coming at me. The three guys are friends of the kid who got kicked out, or so I assume. I block the first hit, but I can't block all of them. The three guys are all over me, hitting me with the sticks. Just think of Joe Pesci at the end of Casino, and you'll have a pretty good idea of what was happening to me. Death would be a welcome vacation from this beating. I cry out for help, but there's no one to hear me. They keep at it until some people finally enter the room. Custodians perhaps? I can't be sure, but that's not really a surprise in my state. They tell me to call 911. There I am, a bloody mess on the floor and they want me to dial 911. I tell them they need to make the call. They all run off except for one guy. He comes over to me.

The man looks pretty scary. His face is deformed and he has a psychotic smile on his face. I get the feeling this guy isn't going to help. He puts a clear plastic bag around me and tilts me up by the legs. The blood is all pouring down to the bottom of the bag where my head is. He orders me to confess all my sins or he'll kill me. I'm choking on my own blood and feeling pretty bad. My mind races with sins I might confess to appease this man. I don't recall exactly what I said, but I mumble out some sins to keep this guy from killing me. An eternity seems to pass before the police finally arrive to rescue me. The field trip has turned into a nightmare. I have a pretty good idea what atrocities took place in the building, though.