In the Field of Mr. VI

By Karter Drake

Up above a lonely hill in the mysterious Viktor's Hill, California, a mysterious and abandoned mansion stands alone. The ghost of the former owner welcomes and entraps all trespassers within the house and takes them to their death. This bizarre and enigmatic paranormal phenomenon may lead Rodney McKinley closer to what he saw many years ago. Rodney, considered an outsider by many, sets out to solve the mystery of the world of the paranormal, all while trying to deal with the hypocrisy of the real world. Could it be fate or chance that lands him in the field of Mr, VI?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781640274488

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Prologue

To be honest, I never thought through my entire life that it was gonna end while I was still young; well, not like this in any way. And to think all this started just because some friends and I just wanted to be a little rebellious and have some fun. We came by to this old mansion that was surrounded by this field of very long and tall meadow grass, looking to have a few beers and sodas and listen to some classic rock n’ roll.

Now here I am at the bottom of the hill at twilight, running through this old field, lost and running for my very life. It all started when Phoebe and Ronnie went to a dark part of the manor, drunk and saying they wanted to go see what goes bump in the night. Ten minutes later, from out of nowhere, the rest of us all heard Phoebe scream at the top of her lungs, and of course, the next thing we instinctively did was to go and see what was happening. After going through the dark hall, we found Phoebe in her underwear, on her rump, and in a backed up helpless position. Then as we shined our flash lights up, we saw what was cornering her, only to be shocked, shocked enough for me to drop my light on the floor and hear a loud-enough splash after it landed in a puddle. As I looked down to see and pick it up fast, I saw what the detail of the water was; it was colored red, as in blood red, then by slowly looking toward more to my right the only thing I could remember seeing was Ronnie’s head completely severed from his body with a grisly shocked expression, being the last look he expressed before his end. The next thing that happened right in front of us, went by all to quickly as this . . . this . . . thing had then came down and sliced off Phoebe’s head faster than any of us could even blink or react, her body then fell back slowly with squirt’s of blood coming out from the neck, and her body giving a slight twitch every six seconds. This thing then turned its head towards us, and we knew immediately that it had noticed us. After it slowly began approaching us, all we could do was slowly back up. We were petrified with fear; we were afraid to even turn knowing it would kill any of us. Elli then slipped on a few pieces of paper onto her bottom.

Guys, she slowly began to speak in a quiet tone. Guys, please . . . h-help me. I c-can’t get up.

Still scared, all Kent and I could do was continue to slowly back up while watching this thing, then all of a sudden it shifted its attention to Elli. We didn’t need to look at her face. Her tiny gasp was all we needed to know her fear had just increased beyond any level. Soon it slowly walked more toward her, like a lion when it realizes which gazelle was the weakest and slowly taunted it.

Guys . . . guys . . . Please help me, please. Don’t leave me, please, ple-e-ease. Then when it got close enough, it raised a blade-like object slowly. Her begging only increased, only for it to so suddenly turn in to a loud scream. Then, once again, before any of us could even blink, it had sliced of Elli’s head.

Her blood sprayed on me and Kent, then when it turned its head away from her body toward us, we did what we should’ve done three minutes ago—we turned and bolted.

We ran as fast as we could, panting and wheezing because we were using all of our energy to get out as quick as possible.

What the hell . . . was that thing? Kent asked while both running and catching bits of his breath.

I answered back in the same way. I really don’t know . . . and to be honest . . . I don’t even want to find out.

As we were getting close to the front door, from out of nowhere, the blade came flying and pierced Kent onto the door frame, with the blade’s front edge popping out toward the other side. It pierced him clean like a dart on a dart board. The void expression on his face was enough to tell me that the contact had killed him instantly. I had no time to mourn, knowing my life was next on the menu. As I got to the outside, I tried to start my car only for this thing to appear so suddenly in seconds, that it then sliced the front end clean in-half destroying the engine. I jumped out before its blade could cut me, then all I could do was run down the hill and into the field, and now here I am, hiding, waiting for that thing to come.

Since it hasn’t found me yet, I have had enough time to finish writing a message—no a warning for anyone in the future who is stupid enough to come here.

My name is James Wright and—Crack!

As soon as I heard that sound, I quickly got up, stood silent, and listened. All there was . . . was just the whistling wind and blue-orange sky since the sun was close to coming down. Soon I slowly backed up out of the field, not knowing what I just did.

Then when I turned and looked forward, there stood a shocking sight. There on the clear path stood that dark, huge figure. Hooded and holding in one hand was its blade-like weapon still dripping with the blood of my friends, and in the other hand, it was holding a lit fire lamp. We stared at each other for about thirty seconds. Then as it raised the lamp, the light on the flame showed what appeared to be a skull-like mask as its face. I only saw that face for three seconds before I started running, believing that I could still out run it, but how sad that I was so wrong. As I breathed heavily I cried so loudly.

Heeeellllp . . . Help . . . somebody, please hellllp . . . Pllleeeeassse . . . Anybody help. As I cried, I could hear its loud thumps from its feet. I knew that it was following me, then as I took a quick glance back, I saw its yellow eyes just meters behind me. At that moment I sprinted faster, as fast as I could go or ever gone in my life.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, help me! Somebody, please! . . . He’s gonna kill me. Heeellllpp.

All I could hear though was its deep, loud moan following close. I looked to my right and I recognized it all too quick.

There in the field it appeared to be levitating, holding its lamp in front of it with its bright yellow eyes staring right at me. Those eyes were the only visible thing that I could see through the tall meadow field. When I looked backed forward, I tripped on something, dropping the pen and note, which had been crumbled by my grip. The thing I tripped on appeared to look like an old trunk.

I tried to quickly get up, but as soon as I turned back, I saw it standing over me. It had to be at least six to seven feet tall. It slowly began to raise its blade up high, and I pleaded. That’s all that I could do now.

Please, oh God, please don’t kill me . . . I didn’t mean to trespass please . . . I was pressured, man. I was pressured, okay? I’m sorry . . . All I could do was cry and continue to plead for mercy and stare at its dark gray mask and into its bright yellow triangular eyes, with dark gray smoke emitting out of the openings. Then without much thought the blade came down. There was then nothing but darkness and absolute silence.

Chapter 1

40 Years Later

If you really want to know about me, I bet the first thing that you’ll want to know is the usual crappy slop like specifically and in great detail about where and when I was born, if my childhood was anything like an abused spineless runt that you should feel sorry for or some kind of gifted religious pretty boy that should make you feel humbled, or maybe what were my parents like. Were they anything like silver-spooned royal jackasses or mistakes that were raised by even bigger mistakes that lived in denial? Well, I don’t even want to go there or let alone anywhere near my past ’cause well . . . let’s face it. It’s in the past and that never really matters to anyone unless it has some cinematic climatic suspense and that you get a real kick out of it, thus making you go home and rethink your life. But I can tell you about a personal story that does matter to me and still does to this day. And I don’t expect much of anyone to give it much thought, but I’ll still share it anyway because I just have to.

When I was far younger, as young as the age of six years, never in my life did I ever believed in a life after death, let alone I never and I mean never believed in spirits or let alone ghosts. Just like my mother—yes her, as well as pretty much everybody that I knew. I was a jerky, self-obsessed, egotistical, science-believing, fact-observing, skeptic, realistic jackass where the motto for life was.

If you can’t see it, feel it, or taste it, then it doesn’t even exist.

Imagine tasting Bigfoot or Nessie, or maybe even God and the devil themselves—boy, would they be a taste that you would never forget, ha! I had lived by this credo all the way throughout my life—or at least until I came to the age of sixteen years old, where at this age I had witnessed by myself, firsthand, up-close and personal proof of everything that I had thought was nothing more than spooky stories to keep spoiled kids in line turned out to be all too real. Enough of the suspense. I’ll tell you how and what made me become a believer.

One thing that I can tell is that my parents had a hobby that they both loved—gambling. Okay, so it’s everyone’s hobby. Either way they decided to take a trip to a resort area called The Prime in the state of Nevada on a regular day in the fall season sometime in September, at least I think it was since I hadn’t started school yet. They never minded the long drive. They just didn’t take much joy to carrying the dead weight—in other word, specifically that would be me. When we finally got there, they immediately wasted no time in getting set up and touching down in the room. They gave me the extra room key, told me to not get into any trouble of sorts, then left to gamble. And when they gambled, they gambled the night away, or in other specific words, they never came back until 6:00 AM. On this particular night, I decided to take a walk about outside considering the outlet was next to the hotel and stayed open all day and night. While I was out, I decided to take the nearby tram that travelled across the highway. It seemed like the only means of amusing myself. In a way I considered it almost like a roller coaster since there was nothing else to do. When the tram got to the other side, I got out and decided to hang out outside this other hotel. I think it was called Bootleggin’ Billy’s—yeah, that’s what it was called. While I was outside next to the tram rail, I saw this woman. She looked like she was about a few years older than me, maybe the same, but I could tell she was dressed like a flapper girl due to how her hair was tied with that long feather on her head, the short dress and fur coat that she was wearing, and she was also holding one of those long fancy old-school cigarettes. I thought to myself that she must be here for some kind of costume party or something.

Immediately after that she ended up getting my attention. She first gave me flirty glares and beating eyes followed by the hi wave.

Hey, Jack, she called. I turned my head toward her. Yeah, I’m talkin’ ta you tall, dark, and handsome. Why don’t ya come ova’ here real quick?

Her accent had sounded similar to an average California girl, but at the same time, it had a little bit of a Boston accent as well. Then I don’t know why, but I soon found myself walking toward her. I felt attracted to her, despite my past reputation with girls always ending so miserably.

Yes, you called? I answered.

Level with me ya tom. Are you here all on your own, or by any chance, on the lam?

Since I had done some research on 1920s for a school project, I knew some slang from that time. She thought I was clearly some young crook on the run from the law of some kind. I thought she was acting in character since some girls I knew liked to do that when teasing, so I thought for some fun I should just play along.

Nah, I’m just bein’ an owl, thinking about life as an egg. That was my reply, being out late and dreaming about being rich.

I hear yah! Lookin’ to get a wiggle in this life. You eva’ get left behind holding the bag all the time?

Hah! You don’t know the half of it, doll. Hell, I’m always feeling like I’m the bag myself! And that nobody would feel like cracking a bone bothering to pick me up. Not by an inch off the ground or even on a bag crate. We both chuckled lightly after that and she was still giving me that flirtatious keen looks.

I get the feelin’ that I ain’t like all the ordinary Janes that you’ve eva’ met in your life so far.

Only the ones that don’t start off as a bearcat as soon as I compliment their gams, or when a herd of bimbos show up after I say one peep.

Then she lightly chuckled and replied, Ya know the banks still open. Why don’t ya come around and we’ll see if you can get some cash for the night? Maybe get you lucky with the neck.

Then she slowly walked around the corner, all in a seductive manner, swaying her waist left and right after every step she took. I honestly couldn’t believe it; some random woman that I had just met who’s role playing, a little older than me and had a small conversation with, invites me for a little late-night excitement. I couldn’t help but get anxious to follow her and that’s exactly what I did. Only there was one problem.

As soon as I turned the corner she was gone, she had completely vanished. There was no way that she could’ve been hiding in the dark. There were lights that lit the entire way across, and there was no alleyway for her to go and duck cover in. It was a casino; the entire building was whole. There was also no way she could have run all the way across so fast, not in the high heels she was wearing. So being like any curious teenager and wanting to figure out where she went, I went to go look and see if I can find her.

Only, after I took a few steps, I then heard the sound of bullets being fired. They sounded as if they were being fired from an automatic weapon. As soon as I heard the sounds, the only thing I could think of doing was just simply running, and the first place I ran into was the Bootleggin’ Billy’s hotel. I quickly sprinted across the casino and into the nearest hotel elevator anxiously and repeatedly pressing the button that took the elevator up to my floor. During the ride up I couldn’t help but stop thinking about what had just happened outside; the questions were just boggling all around inside my mind. I was just thinking out loud to myself.

"Okay . . . Okay . . . just calm down . . . calm down. What the heck was that? What the hell just happened? Cool