Masons Cabin Party

We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. A lot of people from my high school were following me, I was showing them how to get to my cabin for a party I was throwing.

My name’s Mason, and I have autism. I’ve never been very popular in school and I thought throwing a party might help me make some friends. My parents helped me organize everything, but they let me take credit so I’d ‘look cool.’

After a long drive, I finally pulled up to the cabin. The dozens of other cars behind me slowly pulled in as well.

“Nice cabin, buddy,” Jimmy said. Jimmy was the quarterback, and one of the most popular guys in school. He was also a bully, so I was little surprised he came, and a little frightened. Even though the cabin had no lockers for him to shove me into, he might find something else.

Everyone went inside the cabin. I turned the music on but kept it low, then pointed out the refreshments to everyone. I didn’t like loud noises or crowds, so I made sure everyone stayed out of one of the rooms at the cabin in case things got out of hand.

Jimmy bumped into me on his way to the refreshment table.

“You do realize I’m hosting the party, right?” I asked.

“Yah, so?” Jimmy asked.

“You could say excuse me,” I said.

“For what?” he asked and poured himself some punch.

“Never mind,” I mumbled and walked away.

My dad walked up to me and said, “I saw what that punk did. That was just rude. Is he always like that?”

“Yes, he’s the one I’ve been telling you about. We’ve been to the principal’s office to report him, and they keep making excuses to let him off. One time he hit me and they were going to suspend him, but his parents threatened to sue the school because there ‘wasn’t any proof.’ Apparently the black eye he gave me was ‘circumstantial evidence,” I said.

“I’ll take care of him,” My dad said.

“Yes, go talk to him,” I said. My dad was always very good at talking to people. He was a used car salesman, and he always told me “I can talk anyone into anything. That’s how I made enough money to fund my own dealership.”

My dad put his arm around Jimmy and said, “Let’s go talk.” They walked outside and that was the last I saw of Jimmy for the night. Maybe my dad scared him off. He can be intimidating when he gets angry. I saw my dad come back in after twenty minutes, and wondered what they’d been talking about for so long.

I was standing by the refreshments for a while. I was still uncomfortable talking to people, even at my own party.

My dad came up to me and asked, “Why don’t you ask a girl to dance?”

“Because they’ll probably say no,” I said.

“You don’t know that. Just ask. Look, see that girl over there. She looks friendly. Why don’t you ask her? It’s your party, she’ll be impressed,” Dad said.

“Alright, fine. And her name’s Melody, by the way. I sit behind her in chemistry,” I said.

I approached Melody slowly. My palms were sweaty, I was very nervous.

“Hey, Melody. W-w-Would you like to dance,” I asked.

“No thank you,” she said and walked away.

I walked back to my dad and said “See. All the girls act the same way around me, even at my own party. I’m so sick of this. Just because I’m a little different they treat me like a carnival freak.”

“I’ll have a talk with her,” my dad said.

“Alright, go for it. But I doubt she’ll change her mind,” I said. He approached her and asked her to walk outside with him.

They didn’t come back for twenty minutes, and when they did Melody walked up to me and timidly asked, “So, do you still want to dance?”

“Sure,” I said and smiled. I don’t know what my dad said, but it worked. We danced for a few minutes and her eyes kept nervously darting at my dad.

“Is everything alright,” I asked.

“Yes. Everything’s fine,” Melody said.

“I noticed you keep looking at my dad. That’s why I asked,” I said.

“Well, it’s just that your dad…” Melody started to say. My dad approached us and interrupted her.

“Come with me,” He said.

“It’s ok, Melody is dancing with me. Everything’s fine,” I said.

“No, I don’t think it is. Melody, please come with me. We need to have another talk,” Dad said.

Melody walked outside with my dad, and twenty minutes later he returned alone.

“Is everything alright, dad?” I asked.

“Everything’s fine. Melody decided to leave. Don’t worry about her though, there’s plenty of other girls at the party,” My dad said.

I shrugged and said “I guess so.”

I went up to another girl, Harper, and asked her to dance. She said yes, and my dad didn’t even have to talk to her. I couldn’t believe it.

“Hey, back off,” someone shouted. I looked over and saw David.

“What? Me?” I asked.

“Yah, you’re dancing with my girlfriend,” he said.

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t know…” I said.

“David, why don’t you back off? It’s just a dance,” Harper said.

“No. You’re my girlfriend, you should only be dancing with me,” David said. My dad went up to David and put his arm around his shoulders.

“Come with me. We need to have a talk,” my dad said and walked outside with David.

“Sorry about him. He gets so jealous sometimes,” Harper said. I smiled and she grabbed my hands. We continued to dance until the song was over.

“I’m going to get some punch. Want anything?” I asked harper.

“I’m ok. I’m going to go check to see if David’s ok,” Harper said. Harper left, and neither David nor Harper returned.

I asked a couple other girls to dance, one said yes and one said maybe later. The party went on for a few more hours before most people left. There were a couple stragglers that stayed behind, Wyatt and Luke. I recognized them from one of my classes, they had autism like me.

“Thanks Wyatt and Luke for coming to the party,” I said.

“Thanks for inviting us,” Luke said.

“We should hang sometime,” Wyatt said.

“Will do. I’ll give you guys a call,” I said. We exchanged information and they left.

I walked to my dad.

“So, dad, what did you say to Melody, Jimmy and David? Why didn’t they come back to the party?” I asked.

“Come with me. I’ll have the same talk with you,” Dad said. I was a little nervous, but I trusted my dad.

We walked quietly through the woods for ten minutes and I said, “I thought we were going to have a talk.”

“Oh, we are. But first, there’s your friend Jimmy, and there’s Melody and David,” My dad said.

I looked at them and my heart started racing. Jimmy was pinned to a tree, his face was stuffed with an apple. Melody and David were tied to polls.

“Oh, you made them our regular annual sacrifice. How exciting,” I said.

“I did. Lord Lucifer requires three sacrifices by the full moon. That’s tonight. If I didn’t find three people by tonight, I’d lose my dealership. Lucifer was very generous when he helped get me that. We owe him everything. And since these guys were jerks to you anyway, I figured I’d solve two problems at once,” My dad said.

“That’s awesome. What happened to Harper, though?”

“Oh, I found her wandering out front. She was yelling for David, and I figured it was best if she didn’t find him. So I told her that David went home and she left to go look for him,” Dad said.

“You’re a genius dad. One question though, won’t the school report them missing? Then everyone will be looking for these three losers,” I said.

“No. I already talked to Principle Brown. He said he’d report them as playing hooky and point the police in the wrong direction. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind, Principle Brown will be joining us tonight for the ritual. He’s our newest member,” Dad said.

“It’s about time. Maybe now he’ll actually start suspending bullies instead of worrying about lawsuits,” I said.

“Why suspend the bullies when he can send them our way,” Dad said.

“That’s true,” I said.

An old, brown, beat up Volvo station wagon pulled into the driveway.

“That must be Principle Brown. Let’s go greet him,” Dad said.

We walked outside and principle brown got out of the car.

“Hail Satan’” my dad shouted and raised is fist in the air.

“Hail Satan,” Principle brown replied and put his fist in the air.

My mom walked outside and yelled “Don’t start without me. Hail Satan.” Then she put her fist in the air too. The four of us put our fists in the air and chanted “Hail Satan” for several minutes. Then we performed the ritual sacrifice and fed the bodies of Melody, Jimmy and David to Satan.

“Today is joyous. Thanks for helping me with the party dad,” I said.

“Anytime, Mason. Anytime,” Dad said, smiled and put his arm around me.

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