People, just like your families-

We don’t want to see you either. Like go home, please! It’s twelve for satan’s sake! GO. AWAY.

FanFic – Vacation Descendants 2

There was nothing more spectacular than locking the keeper in an iron maiden and going all out for a daytime celebration. The building – or what was left of it-suddenly burst into an array of dancing colorful lights. Music blared from the thin walls. While trash scattered the surrounding woods, kids poured out of the front doors. Barely containing them, the doors flew off the hinges.

Banging on trash cans, throwing dirty water out the second story windows, kids jumped around the front lawn without a care, a trio emerged thru the broken doors. The leader dressed in a blue hodgepodge of fabrics, popped off the porch with a flip. Even with a cap on, light blonde strands managed to get in his eyes. Licking his thumb he tucked them off to the side. A boy close by with a cape was caught in the landing, driving the boy back to the ground.

“Hey!Get off!”

The leader snickered and rubbed the heels of his boots on the cape. “Ain’t it a hard knock life.” He maneuvered his way around the chaos.



It’s a hard-knock life for us! It’s a hard-knock life for us!

‘Stead of treated We get tricked!

‘Stead of kisses We get kicked!

It’s a hard-knock life!

   “Scott! Wait!” The girl called after him.

Dressed in mixed matched orange and white fabrics, she hopped over tussling match and tripped a game of tag passing her.Stringy blonde hair laid heavy on her shoulders. Beside her, their last companion stayed close during the chase. Nightly hair tucked away under a cap,violet eyes keep steady on Scott.

“Come on Aleasa! We don’t have all day!” Scott called back

She heaved. “Please tell me it’s not only me.”

“Never. Never.” The guy smiled


Got no folks to speak of, so

It’s the hard-knock row we ho

Cotton blanket ‘stead a wool

Empty Bellies ‘Stead a full

It’s a hard-knock life

 Pounding on the side of the house a group of older kids rush into the fray, pulling kids off from one another and shoving most to the ground. The chaos only amplified as many ran from them. The trio kept out of the way, shoving people behind them as the group hurried to make order. At one point one of the older girls called for the trio.

“Thomas!Aleasa! Dammit, Scott! Get over here!”

Scott smirked in her direction. The other two snickered between them.


Don’t it feel like the wind is always howlin?

[Thomas and Aleasa]

Don’t it seem like there’s never any light!


Once a day, don’t you wanna throw the towel in?


It’s easier than putting up a fight

They met up around the large tree at the edge of the front lawn, just before the trees. Looking back they smiled as the entire place was shaking. Walls clattering, windows jangling and loud music blistering eardrums with trash being sprayed about in a slight effort to slow order down, Thomas clapped his hands. The older kids made a beeline straight towards them.


No one’s there when your dreams at night are creepy!

No one cares if you grow or if you shrink!

No one dries when your eyes get wet and weepy

The trio got circled around the tree. Thomas and Aleasa readied themselves for a fight while Scott merely smiled widely at them.


From the crying you would think this place’s would sink!


 Fists go flying and two kids slammed against each other as they charged at the trio. Scott hopped high over them with a smile. Thomas put his charger in a headlock, swinging the kid to the ground and climbing on top to stay in command. Aleasa met her charger with a fist to their cheek. They stumbled next her, The trio then ran back to the house.


Empty belly life!

Rotten smelly life! Full of sorrow life!

No tomorrow life!

Children were slowly but surely being funneled back into the house. With them the trio tried their best to help the traffic in. Sitting on the steps was a smaller child, Young with dark hair, she sat with her head in her hands. Scott paused and sat by her.


Santa Claus we never see


Santa Claus, what’s that? Who’s he?

Thomas and Aleasa pull Scott off the step and into the house, the rest of the lot climbing on each other.


No one cares for you a smidge

When you’re in a orphanage

It’s the hard knock life!

Now inside, Scott stood up on a table in the parlor and whistled. Everyone turned to him, some smiling and some worried.

[SCOTT] (Making a whistling sound and imitating Sir Hooligan)

You’ll stay up till this dump shines like the top of the Chrysler Building!

 The children laughed as they ran about the house. Scott directed them to dirty dishes in the kitchen, the floors in the dinning room and the stairs in the parlor.  The other kids followed in line,despite what many older kids were trying to order about. Scott laughed as they tried,


Heel, Heel


Yank the whiskers from his chin


Little Pig Droppings

Jab his with a safety Pin


Rotten Orphans

Make him drink a Mickey Finn


Nobody loves you


I love you Sir Hooligan

 The ground started to shake under the everyone’s feet. Scott hurried through out the house, yelling out orders and shoving people out of the way. Thomas and Aleasa kept the older kids off his trial. The screaming got louder as the shaking got more severe.

“He’s coming! Run! The Devil’s coming” Someone yelled.


Get to work! Strip them beds! Scrub that floor! Polish my shoes!

And I mean



There’s a loud bang that knocks everyone to the floor. Threw the windows vines shot through, shards going everywhere in the rooms. Kids ran, ducked and did whatever else they needed to do to get out of the way. The thorns scrapped like large claws against the weak wood. In the kitchen Thomas was wrapped up and pulled out a bay window. On the second floor, Aleasa was pulled off an older girl in one of the large bedrooms. Scott ran through the third floor with a rush of vines at his heels. A window down the hall was smashed through and Scott swung on the frame up and over onto the roof.


It’s the hard-knock life for us

It’s the hard-knock life for us

No one cares for you a smidge

When your in a orphanage

It’s The Hard Knock Life!

It’s the Hard Knock Life!


 He didn’t get far on the roof, the vines snatching his ankle by the thorns. Instead of pulling him back through the window, it dragged him off the roof. Despite his struggle, the vines wrapped around his body immobilizing his entire body. On the front yard,Thomas and Aleasa sat with vines wrapped around them next to a tall white-haired man. Frowning, the green skinned retracted the vines coming from his arms. Scott shared the glare with the man, being slammed to the ground in the last five feet. The vines loosened around Scott as they detached from the old man. Sucking in a harsh breathe, the man slicked a stray white hair back as his arms re-formed into hands and fingers.

 “Scott. Aleasa. Thomas.”

 “Morning Sir Hooligan.” The trio responded.

  “How was the Iron Maiden sir?” Scott smiled widely.

  The man crossed his arms. Thorns dug into the three and they released a set a scream.

“Not so mighty now are you, your highness?” The old man scoffed.

 Scott seethed through his teeth, lava burning inside the young man’s veins.

 Watch out sir. Let’s not make him angry.” Thomas softy chided.

They watched as Scott’s body contorted within the vines, his pale skin growing blue and then black. The boy’s scream deepened into a low growl.

The thorns dug in more to the trio, pausing Scott’s transformation. They yelled even louder. The man yawned. Amid the yelling. The thorns retracted and slipped off the three and laid on the ground brown and withered. Gasping for breaths, they collapsed together looking up in the silhouette of the man.

“Now if you are done being nuisances,you can get up and go to town for me.”

Scott was the first one up.“What the heck do you want!”

The other two stood up and leaned on each other for support. Thomas sighed, “Come on Scott, don’t push him.”

“Don’t push me.” Scott snickered, his eyes blackened with red pupils. A shiver ran through the two.

Meeting the glare of Hooligan, Scott huffed and rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”

“Two gallons of milk, bread, a screwdriver and a new teapot for the one you broke.” With a harsh look, he turned and walked back to the house.

The three watched in silence as Mr. Hooligan slammed the door shut. For a moment,they lingered. Aleasa looked to Thomas, who looked to Scott. He looked around in the open plain surrounded by a tight line of trees. The noise instantly died from inside.

Turning to his cohorts, Scott took a deep breathe. “Well there’s no point staying around this hell hole.”

Aleasa and Thomas followed him as they traversed down the hillside. It would be miles upon miles before any other points of civilization would be met.

***AUTHOR’S NOTE: Are the images distracting? I wasn’t quite sure if I should take them out, but if they are I will take them out. What do you think? ******

The NORMAL Neighbors

‘It would be fun’, she said. ‘It would be a learning experience’, she said. If by learning my mom meant realizing that your new neighbors across the street smile way too much to actually be happy half the time, then I’m in class right now. Start teachin’ mom.

My new neighbors, they were the average people. Brown hair, blue eyes, nothing stood out with them; which made them completely stand out. This street was full of weirdos and creeps, and while my family is kind of normal, everyone else has gone off the deep end. The widow on our left is a weird old woman who likes to garden way too much. She’s the reason I nailed my blinds shut because once you saw grandma without her hand-me-down overalls you either scoop out your eyes or do what I did. Of course, then there is the family on our right with the pair of devil spawned fraternal twins that like to climb up on our lawn care box on the back porch, and stare into the kitchen and dining room. My mom once tried to invite them in, but they seemed to be stuck at the back door. I wonder why?  I just put a well-hidden cross, that was passionately blessed by the priest up the street, on the door post. Whatever could it have been?

I’m the investigator of the neighborhood, or what my older siblings like to call me, the sci-fi lunatic of the street. I admit, my accusation against the mail lady being a werewolf was a bit far-fetched, until she growled at me one day for grabbing the mail out of her hand. When I tell you that the new couple across the street has a secret, just trust me.

The doorbell rang, or at least I think it did since nothing could be heard from inside the house. The woman answered the door with the usual wide smile stretching her face sideways.

“Come in. . . “ She stepped to the side and I walked in.

“Thank-you.” I don’t give my name to the possibly-alien-probed-people intent to destroy life as we know it.

I walked into the large open living room with a flat screen tv, leather furniture, and baje colored walls. The man walked down the stairs and went right over to the woman and put his arm around her. “Hello.” He smiled

I waved. “Is there anything I should be, concern,” think about the next word carefully. “Anything I should be concerned with?”

“Nope.” The woman bounced on her heels. “We just feed Poopsi upstairs and the door is shut so there, nothing to really worry about.” She played off the whole situation, but my body had chills running up and down my spine. What’s a Poopsi?

“Just don’t go upstairs,” The man warned. “Poopsi isn’t friendly towards strangers.

They said some other things and then left with big smiles on their face. I stood there for a while before slumping on the couch. There were two ideas in my mind. Leave and go home before I see something I don’t want to see, or go upstairs to find their secrets. Upstairs always have secrets, my sister’s room is upstairs and that’s where I found her diary.

Slowly I got up off the couch and climbed the tall staircase.There was a long hall with several doors. Carefully I opened them one at a time, looked in and then shut them. At the end of the hall, there was a door. With all the other doors checked out, with no sign of ‘Poopsi’, I ventured toward the last door. My hands shook as they reached for the knob. The door squealed as it dramatically opened. I looked in.

The room was pretty empty, which was odd since it was the largest and most likely the masters. There was a dresser, mirror, a table and a lamp on it, and something in the far corner. Just glancing at it made my stomach turn, so I just avoided it. Walking close to the walls I went over to the dresser and slowly opened the dusty thing. There was a quiet growl that came from the dark, mysterious corner, and when I looked at it again I could make out a small childlike hand and a grown man’s foot. I turn away when I felt it looking at it. My breathing stopped. What was I looking at?

Rolled tightly together, all in rows with one laying right on top, were masks. But as I brushed my fingers over it, over the rough lumpy white hair and smooth nose, I started to recognize the face. It the old lady’s face that liked to sleep in her garden naked. I retract my hand and made a loud gasp. So loud that the thing in the corner made a grunting noise.


I froze with my back turned to it. I shut my eyes and prayed that it couldn’t see me.

“MaSeR?” It called out.

I looked at it in the corner of my eye and saw the abomination. It was two people combined. I could see the two faces morphed together, the nose sticking oddly up and the light played on its deeply sunken cheeks. It didn’t look nice or healthy. But as odd as it looked, it was short and oddly child-like.

“MAy we ComE oUt?” It was odd, but it sounded like the twins from next door. “We WoN’t do IT agAIn.” It said.

I finally turned to it and met its gaze. One green eye, and one blue eye significantly smaller than the other.

“YoU’re Not sUppOse to Be herE.” It said while narrowing it’s – what I think is – eyebrows at me.

I raced out of there, down the stairs and out the door. Halfway across the street, I look back and see them looking down at me through the second-floor window. As I reached my side of the street, I saw that I left the front door wide open, but I wasn’t that concern. I ran into my house, up to my room and under my covers for the rest of the night.