Something About Them Wairs

By Everett D. Wair

This is a story about the small town in Lancaster, California, where three prominent citizens have kept a secret long hidden of what they did. The town starts being terrorized by an unknown source and bodies start turning up.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662465284

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Something About Them Wairs

Everett D. Wair Sr.

Copyright © 2022 Everett D. Wair Sr.

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2022

ISBN 978-1-6624-6527-7 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-6528-4 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

To my loving wife, Rosemarie Wair.

You fill my heart with so much love.

Introduction

Something About Them Wairs

This is a scary story about three men who did an evil thing in their youth and kept it a secret for years. Now that they have the benefits of the good life, there’s an evil sinister element that has started to take lives in the city of Lancaster, California.

A young McLucas was married to his high school sweetheart. They got married and had a son. Years passed and their relationship had ran its course. His wife started having an affair with a colored man, Glodious Wair. McLucas caught them in bed together. On a Halloween night, McLucas and two of his best friends decided to kidnap Glodious while he was walking down a dark road. The three men took Glodious into the Mojave Desert, where Glodious was beaten and left for dead in a hidden wooden shack.

Years later, people of Lancaster are starting to be murdered by an unknown creature. The three men’s teenage sons are best friends in high school, and they start harassing the son and daughter of a prominent biochemist and his family, the Wairs. But the Wairs weren’t just your ordinary African American family; they have a long-kept secret, until now…

Chapter 1

Lancaster, California, is a typical small city—a city with much diversity of all walks of life and has had its share of racism some years ago, especially against African Americans. Federal lawsuit aims to end Antelope Valley War on African and Latino residents.

Lawsuits challenge two cities’ policies and practices that have targeted more than 3,600 Black and Latino families using federal subsidies in the historically white area. Yes, Lancaster has had its share of issues. But there is one secret that is not spoken much of among some elite residents. It started at the end of summer 2018. That night, a full blood-red moon appeared. Something evil made its presence known in the city of Lancaster, California.

A high school teenager, Victor Kilpatric, son of Dr. John and Maggie Kilpatric, is laying in his bedroom, watching an episode of the old vintage series, Robin Hood, on his wall-mounted fifty-five-inch TV across from his bed. His bedroom has posters of Robin Hood, The Wolfman, a large poster-size photo of Muhammad Ali and Michael Jordan. His desk has his school books, a laptop, and a picture of him and his parents between the three archery trophies and a pair of dirty tennis rackets and a pair of dirty Converse that lays on the floor beside his bed.

On the back of his bedroom door hangs his archery set—a bow and arrows in its pouch. The adventures of Robin Hood theme is playing as his eyes slowly close and he drifts off to sleep.

Palmdale Freeway 14 is dark as only headlights of the oncoming cars illuminate the green freeway sign that reads Vista Point. The Lamont Odett Vista Point is a rest stop or just a stop area to enjoy the view of the two cities of Palmdale and Lancaster at night. It sits high up on a mountain ledge on Freeway 14. It can only accommodate about twelve cars and trucks. But tonight, the rest stop is empty. Only passing cars’ headlights illuminate the area. A helicopter flies over Vista Point toward the city of Lancaster. A full bright moon illuminates the helicopter.

Lancaster, California

A local gentlemen’s nightclub has a few male patrons who are inside, watching Mandy Gray, a slender, twenty-four-year-old Caucasian strip dancer with a long pink wig and an attractive stripper who performs in front of them. Inside the club is a centered square stage with chairs in front of it, and the sides for men in their forties can dish out dollar bills to Mandy as she performs on a pole affixed to the center of the stage.

The colorful neon beer sign lights all over the club illuminate the bars with seven men and a few ladies. There are men drinking, and strippers are flirting with them as they drink beer and toy with the strippers. An African American female stripper and a Caucasian male patron are shooting pool. The stripper is wearing a skimpy attire as she has been over with her pool stick to shoot. Her patron stares at the very short miniskirt, showing her butt cheeks.

The bartender is an African American woman, little overweight but attractive with dreadlocks in a ponytail hanging over the back of her black leather vest that covers her white blouse. Her lips have red lipstick. She looks very much like a female biker. She serves drinks to the patron and exchanges large bills for smaller dollar ones to a few men that want to throw the dancers some money. Strippers are mingling with the patron. It’s getting late. It’s a chilly night.

Back at Vista Point

Off in the distance of Vista Point, a thick fog is rolling down the mountainside to Vista Point. In the thick fog that rolls off Vista Point’s mountain ledge, an eerie beastly huffing sound is heard as the fog continues to roll down the mountain toward the cities below Palmdale then on to Lancaster.

Meanwhile, back at the gentlemen’s club, Mandy has finished her dancing routine for the night. She has changed into her street clothes, jeans, sweatshirt, white Nike tennis shoes with white socks. Her red leather jacket is covering her sweatshirt just to her waist. She has removed her pink wig, and her natural hair is blond and in a ponytail tied with a white ribbon. A white-chained purse hangs off her left shoulder as she walks toward the entrance to leave out.

She walks by an elderly gentleman, Bob Weber, who is sitting at the bar. People that know him just call him old Bob. He wears a pair of overalls, a plaid shirt, and a straw hat over his long blond hair. Old Bob is in his seventies with tattoos on both of his arms of a confederate flag. Old Bob has a southern accent. He sips on his can of beer just as Mandy is passing him. He grabs her wrist to get her attention.

Where you going, Mandy? asks old Bob.

Time for me to head back to LA, Bob.

You driving? he asks.

No. I’m taking a cab to the Metrolink Station.

I can drop you there if you want. It’s on my way home.

Wow…that’s so nice of you, old Bob. Are you going to behave yourself, old Bob? asks Mandy.

Old Bob laughs. Like you said… I’m old… Ain’t got no bad intentions, young lady. I just come in here to take my mind off of things, says old Bob.

Straight to Metrolink, says Mandy.

Wouldn’t have it any other way, little darlin’?

A very attractive African American dancer, topless and wearing nothing but a G-string, has taken Mandy’s place on stage. She plays on the pole and dances close to the stage edge where men can throw money in front of her or stick a few dollars in her G-string.

*****

Mandy and old Bob are inside his old green 1954 Chevrolet pickup truck with whitewall tires and a spare whitewall tire on the side of the right fender. The green 1954 pickup drives out the clubs parking lot and down Sierra Highway. It’s red taillights fade into the dark distance of the road.

Minutes later, old Bob’s pickup pulls into the Metrolink Train Station parking lot.

Well…thank you, Bob. This was so nice of you. Can I give you some money for gas? asks Mandy.

Heck, no… No need, says old Bob.

Mandy leans over and kisses old Bob on the jaw. He blushes. Next time you come to the club, I’ll give you a lap dance for free. A smile comes on old Bob’s face.

Mandy opens her door and gets out the pickup. She waves goodbye to him and walks to the pay machine. She gets her train ticket from the machine. She looks at the green pickup as it pulls out the parking lot. Mandy looks around, and there are no other people waiting for the last train back to LA. She pulls a pack of cigarette out her shoulder purse and lights a cigarette with her BIC lighter.

Fog is beginning to slowly approach a large open field on the opposite side of the train tracks at the Metrolink Train Station at Sierra Highway and Avenue I. Mandy takes a draw on her cigarette and blows out the smoke. She walks closer to the train tracks and stares down the tracks, looking