The Penultimate Section of My Horror Novel

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. To Recap: Last week, everyone died. They weren’t really important. Anyway, protagonist Monte Carlo was knocked out and woke up chained to a chair by the mischievous Arthur Blackwood (remember him? He was the guy that looked like Peter Gallagher) and Detective Bryan is still missing (unless he died and I forgot). Also, if Monte Carlo dies in the house then Satan will rise again, because of an incredibly convoluted ancient prophecy.

“Let’s play a game, Monte. If you can escape from this bear trap then you can run around the house and let Berkeley kill you,” the voice, clearly belonging to Arthur Blackwood intimated, “If you can’t, then the bear trap shuts and you shut with it.”

“You’re never going to get away with this, Blackwood!” screamed Monte Carlo, clearly having figured it out.

“Oh but I will. Your frienemey Ryan was the thousandth death. And now, all that remains is you, the second twin.”

“Fuck you,” yelled Monte Carlo.

“Have you ever wondered why Jessica was so drawn to this house? Why the walls, even now, seem familiar? Why you’re so important? The prophecy? Do you ever stop to think?”

“What do you mean?”

“Of his blood, Monte. Tell me about your father, tell me about your dad.”

“He wasn’t around much. He was always working. He was a saint. And a doctor. He had his own hospi—“, Monte’s voice trailed off.

“Oh fuck,” Monte whispered with a start, “Doctor Saint Charles Berkeley is my father.”

*

Bryan Mantis woke up in a pool of his own drool. He had evidently overdosed on codeine and fallen into a small coma in the ballroom. He was confused why no one had noticed, but shrugged it off. The house was deathly quiet, so Bryan Mantis assumed everyone had already died.

He lay back down in order to have a quick nap when he heard what sounded like Peter Gallagher coming through the floorboards. It seemed as if he was taunting a captive, someone who sounds like Monte.

Bryan jumped up and cocked his police-issued colt pistol thingy.

He had to save her.

*

Arthur Blackwood looked at his watch and realized he had to go to the bathroom.

“Hey Monte, do you mind if I go to the bathroom? Please don’t try to escape.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Monte responded.

Just as Arthur left to the adjoining bathroom, Monte realized that Arthur had forgotten to lock her bear trap. She slipped it off like a big glove.

“Well, that was easy,” Monte said to herself.

“What the fuck is this?!” screamed Arthur as he came back out of the bathroom holding a large machete, “You promised not to escape.”

“I’m sorry Arthur.”

“Well sorry is just not going to cut it,” Arthur whispered as he lunged at Monte Carlo.

Just then, the door to the room burst open and Detective Bryan Mantis screamed, “Get away from her, you bitch.”

“Are you quoting Aliens?” Arthur asked, confused.

Bryan didn’t answer, but instead shot Arthur in the knees several times.

*

Arthur Blackwood awoke to find himself chained to the chair.

“Let me go, I have money!” he screamed.

Monte Carlo pointed a gun at Arthur’s face. “You’re going to tell us everything,” she demanded, “How do we kill it? How do we get out?”

“Fuck you,” Arthur screamed.

Mantis shot him in the stomach several times.

“Tell us everything.”

“There’s nothing you can do to me that’s as bad as what he can,” Arthur whispered.

“I’ll give you one more goddamn chance.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you. There’s an unsecured window on the third floor. You can use it to escape. Only part of the bloodline can kill Berkeley,” Arthur muttered, pointing a bloody hand at Monte Carlo, “Only you can kill him.”

Monte Carlo looked at Bryan and nodded.

“Now let me go! You said if I talked you wouldn’t kill me!”

Monte Carlo felt the presence of her father approaching and realized they had to run.

“We’re not going to kill you, Arthur.”

Arthur smiled.

“But we’re not going to save you, either.”

Arthur began to scream.

Next Time: Do Monte Carlo and Bryan escape or does Satan rise again? Why not both?

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