Hellevator

By Guy Quigley

unsuspecting guests at a luxury mansion, unwittingly take an elevator ride to hell in the company of the devil. three of the people disappear into thin air, the fourth ends up naked and mutilated in a forest. the brother of the fourth victim is cop, jeremy denton. jeremy and partner, susan bloom investigates the death. the trail leads them to a hunting lodge occupied by a terrified hermit who has lived there for over ten years. the hermit believes he is a servant of the devil and has to stay in the forest. trying to get out of the woods, jeremy and susan are fired on by woodsman with crossbows. they are servants of the forest owner, bertram masterson. bertram and his colleague sheik abdullah invite jeremy and susan to the mansion to seek help. susan meets a deaf and dumb maid who tries to warn her, but she rides the elevator alone and sees the devil in the mirror. nobody believes her, including jeremy. bertram and abdulla want susan back for their own foul reasons and invite them to a halloween party. jeremy and susan arrange back-up, who gain unintentional access to the party. jeremy wins the confidence of the hermit and gets secret access to the mansion. susan and three other cops, all in fancy dress, ride the elevator to the halloween party and end up in what they think is hell. the women find themselves in underground caves on the auction block and, as entertainment for a secret society; the men are forced to fight for their lives. jeremy gains access to the underground world by forcing wilbur, the sadistic butler to show the way. jeremy arrives to find the women have been sold and the deadly entertainment has started. harry, one of the cops has his hand chopped off and his legs slashed and is forced to run from the so-called devil’s rottweiler’s. karen, another cop is forced to support harry in his death run. susan and cop, doris, are shackled to posts waiting to be transported into slavery. jeremy realizing it is a bogus devil secret society battles his way through cloaked figures carrying scythes, gladiators and other elements in a bid to rescue his crew. but the real devil is watching and is not happy with his worshipers. he puts in a fiery appearance bent on destruction. he takes his revenge on karen, flinging her up on the roof of the lodge, impaling her on a weather vane. feathery blooms from michael the archangel seems to keep jeremy and susan safe and turn the table on the devil’s worshipers. in spite of jeremy and susan’s efforts, the deaths and torture that happened, the devil assists his top disciple to retreat and perhaps return another day. (sequel)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Guy Quigley
• Release date: Nov 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301154524

Guy Quigley

Guy Quigley was born in Ireland to a third generation thespian family. He was educated in Ireland, where he left the theatre and entered the business world. He is married with three children and currently has five grandchildren. As Sales Manager of a London (U.K.) based, direct sales, heating company from 1963-1965, he increased sales by 280%. He then formed one of the first direct sales double-glazing companies in England from 1965 through 1969 with sales exceeding millions of pounds sterling per annum. In 1969, he sold the company in favor of a joint venture with his wife (accountant) in a cattle estate in the Zambia, Central African. From 1970 through 1979, he built property to 40,000 acres with 5,000 head of cattle and imported 100 pedigree Semmintaler cattle from Bavaria, Germany via three Boeing 707 Skybarn aircraft, establishing the first pedigree Semmintaler stud in the south central African country. Having learned a local dialect, he established sales venues to buy indigenous African stock for resell to Anglo-American Corporation for stall-feeding. Until prohibited by the Zimbabwe liberation war, Guy owned and operated a real estate company in Salisbury (Harare City), Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) acquiring a Private Pilot’s License for his travel between cattle estates in Zambia and offices in Rhodesia. In his spare time, he wrote a fictional novel entitled, “The Smoke That Thunders”. He also wrote “The Little People" for his two daughters. With the ever present threatening situation of living in a host nation to a neighboring liberation war, eventually prompted departure. Guy ceased the entire operations due to the said explosive Liberation War in neighboring Rhodesia (Zimbabwe). His substantial assets were not transferable out of Zambia. In 1979, he started over once again and returned to London, England establishing a replacement double-glazing and York stone direct sale company. In 1983 he passed his interest to a long time friend. The corporation is still operating under the ownership of the new management. Guy started over yet once again and moved to the United States in August 1983 and became a consultant for Ophir International, Inc., where he developed one of the first lines of resemblance French perfumes in the United States. The company was relocated to Canada. From 1986 to 1989, as President of Ruyala Corporation, he acted in the capacity of Marketing Consultant for HA-RA Umwelttechnik, Belp/Bern, Switzerland, and an environmentally oriented company. Guy formed The Quigley Corporation in 1989, filed an S-18 registration and the company became a public entity on February 7, 1990, trading on the NASDAQ under the symbol (QGLY). After a 1991 meeting with a developer, the criterion was established for a patented cold therapy formulation, which he successfully marketed and sold in the US marketplace for over 12 years under the franchise name COLD-EEZE®. The product is still on the shelves of most outlets in the United States. After a bitter proxy fight in 2009 he lost control of the Company he created and retired on June 12, 2009. Guy’s writing has been of tremendous therapeutic value and a full circle return to his birthroots. He has written a new novel called The Rebel Son, which was originally one of his movie scripts. Information available at www.guyquigley.com He is the co-Executive Producer of the recently released movie called the “Magic Boys” filmed in London and Budapest and was an Executive producer of the “spoof” movie Breaking Wind. Information is available on IMBb. He has also completed a “short” possible TV pilot or wed-cast. Info also available on IMDb, or at www.bbflicks.com

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HELLEVATOR

(Physiological Horror Thriller Novella)

by

Guy Quigley

Copyright © Guy Quigley 2009

Smashwords Edition

PROLOGUE

It was no surprise that six months into the year 2000 there had been no meltdown as was the widespread chatter from some of the fanatical predictions. There was electricity everywhere and computers all over the world functioned as intended. The craze for home generators and windup flashlights was fast coming to an end. Just as it was all over the North American continent, life in upper New England was as normal as it was the preceding year. Although normal for the general population, strange events were afoot that July.

It was late in the afternoon and one would think that the thick forest foliage was a long way from the coastline. Yet, the rocky elevation of the rugged coastline was a mere half a mile away. As the sun was slowly dying in the summer sky, the quiet majestic foliage of the forest suddenly became alive with fluttering birds and small indigenous animals scurrying away, disturbed by unknown distant sounds. Human sounds. The sounds got louder and seemed to be followed by thundering wheels and galloping hooves. Suddenly, into view an attractive young woman in her early twenties named Ellie came running madly through the trees and shrubbery. She was oddly dressed in a harem costume. Holding her hand tightly as they ran was a man called Jonathan, also in his early twenties. As strange as Ellie’s wardrobe was, Jonathan looked equally bizarre in full blown gladiator clothing. They gripped each other firmly as they smashed their way through the thick surroundings. Their eyes were wide with fear and exhaustion at the sounds closing in quickly behind them. The solid rumbling wheels of an ancient Roman chariot echoed through the trees as it charged down the well worn path. The strange old two-wheeled warfare vehicle was under the exacting control of a man dressed like a Roman Centurion. The antique chariot was being pulled by two snorting horses and standing in the chariot beside the Centurion was a figure in a full length red cloak, with a hood pulled up hiding his face. Giving chase and crashing their way through the trees, a group of other strange and weirdly dressed figures, wearing black hooded cloaks were panned out on horses on each side of the chariot. Their horses were in full gallop, the riders fully cognizant of the forest layout.

Ellie and Jonathan ran with all the speed they had in their tired bodies. The branches eagerly whacked them in the face and briars ripped at their legs. They were no match for the galloping animals on each side of them as the horses easily charged ahead of them. The riders began chanting, ‘Beelzebub is coming, Beelzebub is coming’. Ellie and Jonathan were white with fear. They had terrified looks on their faces as they checked the galloping horses to their right, and then left, but they kept on running towards the lights ahead of them. The vision became clearer and they could see the illumination of a hunting lodge in a clearing in the forest. With all the strength they had left, the frightened couple kept racing straight towards the lights. As they entered the clearing, they were stopped in their tracks in front of a rider on a black stallion. He was wearing traditional black Bedouin clothing, with a dust mask over his mouth and nose. The rider yanked on the animal making the magnificent beast rear up in front of them. Continuing to hold hands, the frightened couple backed away. They turned and ran. The horse dropped back onto its front legs and was urged forward. With lightening speed, the Bedouin rider lashed out with a bullwhip and struck Jonathan around the neck, the lethal black whip rolling around his neckline with deadly accuracy. The black clothed rider held fast as Jonathan’s run came to an end. The tight strangle on his neck lifted Jonathan off his feet and landed him flat on his back. Ellie let out a loud scream and fell on her knees beside him. Slowly a group of twenty figures dismounted the sweating horses and formed a circle around the couple on the ground. The hooded figures continued to chant Beelzebub is coming, Beelzebub is coming.

The Bedouin, satisfied that he had put an end to the chase, sat on his wild-eyed animal looking down with satisfaction at the frightened couple. The chanting figures made an opening in the circle for the chariot to enter. Two of the cloaked figures grabbed Ellie and Jonathan by their hair and forced them to look up at the chariot. As if on cue, a couple of other cloaked figures moved quickly to hold the heads of the panting chariot horses. The Centurion ensured the horses were standing steady as the figure in red stepped off. The red cloaked figure walked slowly towards the couple on the ground. Ellie screamed at the sight of a pair of large hooves on the still concealed figure under the red cloak.

The hoofed figure looked at them with no empathy as he spoke in what could almost be interpreted as a computerized voice.

Do it now, the hoofed figure said.

The two cloaked figures holding fast on the terrified couple let Ellie go. Two other cloaked figures instantly grabbed and forced her to watch as Jonathan was forced face down on the ground. His shirt was ripped off his back. The Centurion stepped off the chariot with an electric branding iron in his hand. He pushed it hard into Jonathan’s back. Jonathan let out a fearful blood curdling excruciating scream as smoke rose from his back and the sizzling sound and smell of burning flesh filled the clearing in front of the hunting lodge. Ellie screamed once again as they held Jonathan’s face solidly to the ground.

The hoofed figure turned to the Bedouin. Finish this. He said, his words cold and spine chilling.

The Bedouin dismounted. It was as if everyone knew the role they had to play. The two hooded figures held fast as the Centurion grabbed Ellie’s face and forced her mouth open. He used a primitive instrument and locked it onto Ellie’s tongue. Without any words spoken, he methodically ripped her tongue out of her mouth as far as he could with out ripping it out completely. Ellie’s eyes were wide with fear. Tears were running shamelessly down her down her distraught face. The Bedouin slowly removed an Arab dagger called a Khanjar from his belt. He proudly showed his weapon to the circle of sadistic misfits, then turning quickly; he made a quick strike at the extended tongue, severing it instantly. Jonathan forced his head sideways as the Bedouin made the strike. He screamed out loud, but to no avail. The two cloaked figures forced Jonathan’s face into the ground. He was now weeping openly as they released Ellie, the blood pumped freely out of her out her mouth. She rolled around on the ground making sobbing painful grunting sounds. The Centurion held up the instrument with the severed tongue and showed it to the circle. He placed the tongue into the open palm of the hoofed figure. The hoofed figure threw it at Jonathan. Finish with her, then make him eat it. he demanded with venom.

The Centurion grabbed Ellie by the hair and stuck two hot spikes in her ears. Ellie’s battered body could take no more pain. She let out another gurgling sound, her face turned to a deathly shade of grey. Her eyes slowly closed in relief from the pain. A pleasant darkness came over her as she passed out.

A group of the hooded figures lifted Ellie and threw her over a horse. Her legs and arms dangled like some lifeless ragdoll on either side. Blood continued flowing freely from her mouth. Then there was silence as a group of hooded figures walked away down a track, leading their horses. The Centurion sliced Ellie’s tongue into slices and stuffed the pieces one by one into Jonathan’s mouth forcing him to swallow. Jonathan threw-up some of the pieces of flesh and screamed continuously into the still night. Through his vomit and the hot soft flesh of the woman he loved, he tried to regain his senses as he ventured to speak. Where’s Ellie? What have you done to Ellie?

The hoofed figure moved to the other side of the chariot and pointed a finger to a small storage shed detached from the main lodge. As he pointed, a burst of flame seemed to leave his finger and set the building on fire. The hoofed figure scorned at the young man in pain. She was in there and now she’s gone to hell.

Jonathan shouted to the heavens. No, please God no.

There’s no God here. No God! Therefore, I command you to stay in these woods and protect me and my flock. If you leave these woods, every member of your family will follow your Ellie.

Jonathan buried his face in