The Cheshire House Ten
The pills were a mystery to the pharmacist. She couldn't find out what they were. Or why they made Trevor sick. At least she tried. That wasn't the only annoying thing that happened that day.
Hello Journal,
The pharmacist couldn't find out what the pills were. Or what they were made of. She apologized to us for not finding out what they were. We thanked the woman for trying,then we left for work. Both very early for our shifts as well. It was kind of nice being early for once and our other co-worker just let us chill in the break room. Then we went out to do our shift together. It wasn't particularly exciting. We had very few customers come in that day, some were jerks. And spent rest of our shift we spent theorizing about Trevor.
Trevor might've just died from his pills. But I can't be sure of that. The dreams I had of him were of him looking like he was hurt. The rotting was just to show that we was dead, I think. But then again, his Dad was giving him poison. Maybe he was looked like that thanks to the poison in his system. I'm not entirely sure. Raven says that it might not be Trevor in those dreams. It could be someone else. Which is also a possibility as well. After all,I have no idea what Trevor looks like. He might look like the man in my dreams or maybe not. We could look up his name in the library to find out who he is. I'm sure they have information of everyone in town. It shouldn't be too hard to find out who he was. And I suggested that we go there on the weekend. After all,it wouldn't hurt to find out about him. His Father was a famous Doctor too. So he had to have something on him somewhere. I just gotta know who he is.
This mystery is getting to me. I can't get him off my mind. His sheer terror in his words were enough to make me wonder what was the horrible deed.
And right now we're trying to figure out what exactly was the deed. It could've been stealing corpses or something. But what if it wasn't that. Trevor did say that his Father was fashioning himself after the book Frankenstein. Corpse stealing wouldn't be far from the realm of possibility. It happened a lot during that time,didn't it? So Trevor's Father making him portray Igor wouldn't be a stretch. Though I'm not too sure if that would be something to kill for. Or be hysterical over. Raven agreed with me on this idea. But she suggested that it might have been for him to kill someone. And let his Father use the corpse for his little experiments. That was the only thing that made sense. His father wanted to someone else's body for a terrible experiment. I think Trevor was in his right mind to attempt to kill him. After all, I probably would've done the exact same thing if I was in his shoes. Raven is thinking we should check more of the rooms, like the attic or basement for clues.
I agree with her.
The rooms might have some stuff that Grams and Gramps don't know about. Like they might've just shoved it into the basement or somewhere else. They're old people. Old people do funny things like that. Shoving weird things into weird places they have no business being in. I told her that we could try the basement. Gramps usually shoved weird things in there and forgot about them. So we decided to go down there after we ate dinner.
I'm sure we'll figure out this mess sooner or later.
In completely unrelated news that I forgot to mention earlier. It's about the flirty guy. He came in tonight and he suddenly regained his spine. The doucheknuckle came up to me with this freaky smile on his face. He bought these candies and some lighters. I should have mentioned this earlier, but I was trying to put his 'flirting' out of my mind. So anyway, I was ringing him up and he asked me,"So. Are you an athlete swimmer?"
"No.",I said in a polite voice. Trying to ignore the fact that he was openly flirting with me. And he smirked a little as he said,"Well, you should be. You've got the perfect form for it."
I thanked him but I was just trying to get him out of there. Giving him his change quickly, he smiled as he asked,"I know a great place you could train. If you want I could give you a card for the place?"
Politely, I told him no and told him have a good day. He frowned but took the change along with his receipt. And I was annoyed Raven hadn't seen it. Because this was just creepy as fuck and I wished she would've backed me up. She told me that he said something similar to her. Except he had found out that she had been in a band. And that she used to be the lead singer for this punk rock band that was kinda good. He kept asking her if she needed to have a place to practice her singing. Or if she needed an agent. Of course, she told him no too. And luckily for her, the owner was there to tell him to go suck on a railroad spike. Or well, something close to that and she tells me that he left immediately.
I have seen the owner, he's a pretty beefy dude but I don't see how he could be scary. Especially when he's such a sweetheart. She's been telling me that he's a sweet guy but he's got a tiny bit of a temper. Usually it takes a helluvalot to get him angry but it happens. Like with creepy flirty dude. Who didn't know when to shut up.
That makes me kind of curious as to how far someone would have to go to piss him off. He seems so sweet and I asked Raven about this as we eat. She's telling me that this guy had also gotten a little physical with her. The owner didn't like seeing people he worked with being pushed around so that had gotten him upset. I understood, I would've flipped my shit if I saw someone grabbing my co-worker like that. Especially if she's feeling cornered. Though I think I would've gotten physical right back and socked him in the face. Raven laughed at this but she said that the owner almost did too. I told her that he is my neighbor from across the lake. And that he had been watching me swim in it for a while.
She doesn't look okay with that...I think he's going to get yelled at when he comes in tomorrow. If he comes in tomorrow at all. So I'm going to just eat my dinner and tell her not to do anything to this guy. I ain't worth it.
Laters,
Morticia.
About the Creator
Raphael Fontenelle
Horror movie fan trying to write decent horror.

Comments (1)
Ugh, it's a bummer they still don't know what pills are they. Heading to part 11 now!