Dead Theater Remastered One

By Brad Garcia

Dead Theater is one of four book series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Primix Publishing
• Release date: Oct 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9781957676906

Brad Garcia

Brad Garcia was born and raised in Fayetteville North Carolina.

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Published by Primix Publishing 10/14/2023

ISBN: 978-1-957676-88-3(sc)

ISBN: 978-1-957676-89-0(hc)

ISBN: 978-1-957676-90-6(e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023914390

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This is dedicated to Precious Evans the little miracle worker…

The following material contains:

(Graphic violence)

(Graphic language)

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Brad, Garcia—A bad horror movie can give you ideas and a good one can stop those same kinds of ideas. For years, I either watched or read about horror. And one day someone very special told me they thought I should write a good horror story. I remember it was just after we watched Tales from The Crypt and I said, What the hell. Why not try…. again?? I grew up on horror because it was a break from action, suspense and all the other genres. I first learned to read with the legendary Chose Your Own Adventure Books from the 80’s. And then I read Stephen King. The master of all horror. I read the Dark tower Two when I was just five. I couldn’t remember most words, but I knew of one. Airplane. For any body who has read that book will know what I am talking about. Clive Barker was popular on television then and I would always pick up little short scary stories at the bookfair, just to secretly sneak them late in the middle of the night with a flashlight under my covers. If I were to use the Devils" playground, there’s no doubt that I would use fire.. – dec 2018

Wooden box entertainment presents:

Under the steering wheel! I began to talk to it! Michael is that you? Michael is that you!

Why didn’t you tell anyone about this?, asked John.

Mister, I’m standing here telling you now and you don’t believe me, either! Well believe this! You need to stop that Buick before it kills again! It will kill again! ____Gray

CONTENTS

Dead Theater

Night of Blood

Joe Masters BBQ America

Kevin was the Monster

Gray

The Always Polite Captain Fry

Ten Years Ago

Auto and the -Space Pirates-

Dead Theater

Epilogue

Dead

Theater

- Remastered One -

Robert Wolford was already late for his date when he pulled up into the movie theater parking lot. It had just begun to pour down rain… and he had no time to stand up his date with Diana Culvert. A girl, he practically begged to take out to the movies. The plan was to meet her here at 6:30 pm. It was now 6:45. Diana had called Robert earlier to say that she was going shopping with one of her friends at the local mall and instead would meet him at the movie theater called the Movie Lounge. Robert got out of the car, a red Cadillac convertible that he had begged his father, Hank to loan to him to take Diana out.

Shit., he said looking up at the gray sky.

There was still a little light from the day out. But gray clouds kept the sun hidden and the rain continued to pour down hard. Robert locked the car door and headed for the Movie Lounge entrance doors. He took the handle of the glass door and went inside.

Jesus., he said as he shook out his red and white coat.

Yeah, it’s really something., said the man behind the counter. I think the weather guy said it was going to be like this all week."

The first thing Robert noticed was the man wearing a complete skeleton costume, like Halloween. He also had cloths over the costume as well, like jeans and a brown vest. But what stuck out the most to Robert was the man’s pilgrim hat. It was big and black and had a single feather going down one side of it. Robert had been to this theater a few times and never seen this man before, even though he was in full dress up.

Yeah, it’s getting crazy out there., replied Robert.

He walked up to the counter and began to look around the place. To Robert, the place had changed somewhat since the last time he had been here. For one thing, he remembered there being more workers being at the cinema. Also, the place looked done up in Halloween theme. Fake spiders, bats and ghost were strung up in certain places of the cinema. It seemed to replace the classy look the theater had before, and the classy look is what he wanted to show to Diana. Speaking of Diana, she was nowhere in sight. Robert walked up to the counter where the skeleton man stood behind. His counter was stacked with good smelling popcorn and he had all the selection’s, candy to candy bar wise. Behind him as well was the normal soda machine and ice maker. In front of him lay a single newspaper that he looked like he was reading, currently.

What can I get you, champ?, asked the skeleton man behind the counter.

Have you by any chance have seen a pretty blonde girl come in here?, asked Robert. She looked about my age."

No, I don’t think so., replied the man. Can I get you a popcorn?"

No thank you., said Robert. I think I’ll just wait here for her."

Robert turned around and walked away from the counter. He looked through the windows to the outside. It was coming down now. Cats and dogs.

What time is your next showing of The Blob?", he turned and asked the cashier.

Oh, our movies start anytime you like., replied the skeleton man.

Really., said Robert. How is that possible?"

Well, we wait until you come in. Then we start the show. Pretty simple, right?

But what if someone comes in late?, asked Robert. Do you then, restart the show?"

Oh, there’s no need here., said the skeleton man. As you can see, it’s pretty dead in here."

He waved his skeleton hand around in a circular motion. Something about him and this place was Bugg ‘in Robert. There seemed to be a strange assortment of lights set in a way that didn’t scream professional business. For example, behind the costumed man were purple and orange Christmas lights that didn’t match the cinema. And there were others. A red and green combination of them were set up down the cinema, followed by yellow and green ones set up at the other end. It was like the cinema told this man to set up his own theme with the cinema using his own money and he did it. The place had somewhat of a dreary look to it.

You know, I maybe have the wrong place., said Robert looking around. Is this not the Movie Lounge?"

No, no., replied the Skeleton man as he smiled. This is Dead Theater. But you got the right place."

Did you guys change the theme in here to Halloween or something?, asked Robert.

No, we been like this forever. Hey, how about a soda, while you wait?

No thanks. replied Robert. I think I’m going to go ahead and go. I think I got the wrong movie theater somehow."

Oh., said the skeleton man. Well, good luck."

Yeah, I’m going to head back now. I think this girl I’m trying to see may be at another movie theater. She may be looking for me right now.

Robert turned and headed for the door. He stopped and turned back to the cashier.

If she comes in, you know, the pretty blonde girl, can you tell her I just went looking for her at the other movie theater?

Right, can do! replied the skeleton man saluting him with a skeleton hand.

Thanks man., said Robert as he waved him off.

He got to the doors and pulled them. They wouldn’t open.

Hey, what’s wrong with your doors, man?, asked Robert.

Oh, try pushing., replied the skeleton man.

Robert pushed instead. The door opened.

Oh, my bad., said Robert. See yah!"

The man at the counter watched as Robert went outside and ran through the rain. He got out his key and put it into the door. He got inside and shut the door, then he put the key in the ignition and tried to start it.

Ruuuuuuuu! Ruuuuuuahhh!

It failed to crank.

Come on!, shouted Robert as he pressed on the gas.

Ruuuuuuuu! Ruuunnnahhh!

What… in… the hell?!

Ruuuuuuuu! Ruuuuuuahhh!

Damn it!, he shouted as he gave up.

Robert put his hand on the steering wheel for a moment. Then he looked up through the wind shield and through the rain. Sure, enough the sign said, Dead Theater instead of Movie Lounge.

How did I miss that?, asked Robert aloud to himself.

Now, what to do next.

Robert got out of the car and walked back to the front doors of the cinema. He opened the door and walked back inside.

Decided to see the show?, asked the skeleton costumed man at the counter.

No, my car is dead. replied Robert. Not sure if there’s something wrong with the ignition or the battery. Either way, I’m not getting electrocuted out there!"

I know what you mean., replied the skeleton man as he put his newspaper down.

Robert took off his red and white jacket.

Do you mind if I stay here?, asked Robert. At least, until the rain stops."

No, not at all., said the skeleton man. Stay as long as you would like."

Thanks man., said Robert as he put his jacket in an old wooden looking chair.

He then walked among the movie wall posters and looked at each one.

I never heard of any of these., said Robert. What is… Night of Blood? Is that a new one or something?"

One of my personal favorites., said the skeleton cashier. Would you like a ticket?"

No, I’m good., said Robert as he looked at the other movies. Damn, I never heard of this one, ether."

I think you would really like that one. And seeing as you have nothing to do as this moment, why not see a show? Hell, the fucking movie is free!

Robert turned away from the poster wall and looked at the skeleton man behind the counter.

Free., he said. Why is it free?

It just is… kid., he nervously replied as he tended to his newspaper trying to change the subject.

But don’t you guys run a business here?

Well. replied the skeleton man. Not quite, really."

What do you mean, not quite really?, asked Robert who started to look uncomfortable.

Look, kid, I was only trying to make things… a little easier.

What? What’s going on here?

Oh hell!, shouted the skeleton man. Listen, you’re going to find out sooner or later, kid! I might as well show you!"

What? Show me what?! You guys got some illegal drug operation going on back there?

Hell, I wish., said the skeleton man. Been a century and a half since I had real…good… drugs!"

Robert suddenly went silent on him and just stared. Now it was serious.

I know kid., said the skeleton man. I know you seem confused with what’s going on."

What the hell is going on!, demanded Robert. Why don’t you tell me?"

The man in the skeleton costume folded up his newspaper and handed it to Robert.

What is that?, asked Robert hesitating to take it.

Oh, come on kid!, shouted the skeleton man. Shit! Just take it!"

Robert took the newspaper but didn’t take his eyes off the strange cashier. He then unfolded and looked at the front headline. What he read, made him suddenly sick to his stomach! He dropped the newspaper to the floor and held his gut. The newspaper read: Teenager Killed in Car Accident in Tyson. That teenagers name… was Robert Cortner Wolford."

Oh God! shouted Robert.

I know this is a lot to take in, son, said the skeleton man, but…

Do you have a bathroom?

Excuse me?

Bathroom!

Yeah, right down the hall., said the skeleton man pointing down the hall.

Robert took off running for the bathroom. There was a men’s room as well as a woman’s rest room. Robert burst into men’s room and went directly into the stall. Once inside, he lost his lunch into the toilet. He puked, until he began to dry heave. Then he stopped to collect himself. Suddenly he heard the door to the men’s room open. A moment later he heard the footsteps come and stop at his stall.

Hey, Robert man!, said the skeleton cashier on the other side. Are you ok in there?"

Go away!, shouted Robert.

Look man! I know, Robert this is like… hard on you and stuff.

He stopped because he could hear crying on the other side.

Hey, man, are you crying?

Yeah, I’m crying!, screamed Robert inside the stall. I just found out, I’m dead!"

I know how that feels., said the skeleton man. I’m dead too. But you know, after you get used to it. It doesn’t seem that bad!"

Go fuck yourself!

I know., said the skeleton man. I know. Let it all out."

He let Robert cry some more.

The sound of the toilet flushed. Robert opened the stall and stepped out. Standing in like a giant in front of him, was the skeleton man.

I can’t… I can’t read any more of that paper., said Robert. What happened… to me?"

It sounded like you were speeding to get to your date from what the newspaper explained., said the skeleton man. Your car… went off an embankment and rolled down a hill."

Who… are you?, asked Robert wiping his face again.

My name… he said with a grin. Is C.C Skins. Nice to meet you."

He extended his skeleton arm and hand out to him for a shake.

Diana., said Robert. What happened to Diana!"

Oh well, she was at the scene of the accident., said C.C Skins withdrawing his hand. Poor girl. She cried like a baby. She must have liked you. Sad to see her like that really."

Oh God!, shouted Robert as he put both hands over his face. What about my father?"

Hank was there., said C.C Skins. He also cried as well. He kept saying how he should have never given you the car."

Oh, God., said Robert. I should have never asked him for it!"

He refused to interview with the local news. I’m sorry.

Robert began to cry again in his own hands.

A few moments later, both C.C and Robert emerged from the men’s room.

I had the same thing happen when I passed., said C.C Skins. But… it was my wife, I left behind, unfortunately."

How did you die, if I may ask?, asked Robert.

Motorcycle accident., replied C.C Skins. Took all of this."

He made a motion that circled his entire body.

Off., he finished a moment later. Trust me, you don’t to see what’s under here."

Why didn’t you just tell me upfront? asked Robert.

Well now, just think about that for minute. You come in out of the rain. I tell you straight up, your dead. How do you think that would have worked out?

I guess…I can see your point., replied Robert. I’m sorry, Skins. Oh, I’m sorry. Can I call you Skins?"

Sure, why the hell not!, shouted C.C Skins as he threw his hands up in the air. Can I call you lunch?"

Robert stopped walking and froze for second.

Ahh, just kidding! These bones haven’t had a good meal in years!

I guess the next thing I want to ask is…

Robert looked around for a moment then looked back at C.C Skins.

What do we do now?

C.C smiled at him with his grayish looking teeth.

Welcome to the Entertainment!, shouted Skins as loaded up the Robert’s first box of popcorn. We have all the food and drink supplied to our likings!"

Robert watched as he filled a cup up through the soda dispenser. He even put ice in it.

Don’t worry the cup, fills itself back up in there., said C.C Skins. Same with the popcorn. I guess it’s… well, I know its death thing. Want some Twizzles (Twizzlers) or Butterfinger Bites?

Um… where are we going?, asked Robert.

To the movies, my dear boy! To the cinema! Now take this!

He shoved the popcorn and soda into Robert’s arms. Robert took a sip of the soda through the straw.

Tastes like soda., he said.

I should hope so. replied Skins. Better than tast’in like donkey piss. By the way. I drank some of that in Tijuana one time. Cleaned out my jackass!"

Mr. Skins put a kazoo to his mouth and blew into it. For once, Robert sort of laughed.

So, what are we going to see first?

My boy!, he shouted. We have an eternity to watch movies! Good ones! Bad ones! Their all in there and their already to be watched!"

How many movies are there, if I may ask?

Oh, enough to last an eternity., replied C.C Skins. Now come with me. We have our snacks. Its time for a fucking show!"

Mr. Skins walked through the double doors to the movie theater, and Robert followed him. Popcorn and soda in hand. The movie theater was cold as well as empty.

Feel free to take any seat in the house. instructed C.C Skins. I’ll go up and get the movie going."

What?, asked Robert Why, aren’t you going to stay and watch too?"

No, I’m afraid I have to run the projector upstairs., replied Skins. You don’t mind watching alone do you? Or are you afraid to watch scary movies in the dark?"

He put the flashlight up to his face and let an evil villain-like laugh, somewhat like the Joker.

No. replied Robert. I guess not."

Good. Then just chose a seat. The show is about to start!

He went away to start the movie. Robert moved into the middle of the movie theater. One of the best seats in the house and took a seat. He put his popcorn and drink down into the seat next to him. Then he studied the movie theater for a moment.

It’s pretty neat in here., he thought to himself as he sipped his soda. Got a scary movie, I’ve never seen all to myself."

A moment later the movie screen lit up. Then the sound to the sides crackled on, much like any other movie theater. Then the first movie began. Robert ate some popcorn and waited for the show to start.

: NOW TIME FOR OUR

FEATURE

PRESENTATION:

Night of

Blood

W e’re back with our special guest for tonight. This is Mr. Rocket, saying hello to all you listeners out there! I’m your DJ in need of a BJ. Derrick Rocket! Our first guest of the night is the lovely, Miss Debbie Rose!

(Applause sound effect from the sound booth.)

A small spotlight lit up Debbie who was sitting on the side. She was wearing an outfit close to lingerie. Her hair was blonde, and her cleavage seemed to pop out of her dress.

Good night., she said into radioland.

Well, where are you going?, asked Derrick.

It’s just something I say instead of good morning or good evening."

Very clever., replied Derrick. Now, Miss Rose is a dancer."

Exotic dancer!, she interrupted him.

An exotic and very beautiful dancer from Shockers, is here today with us.

His side kick known as The Bunny, once again hit the applause sound effect button from the sound booth.

Thank you., she replied.

So, Debbie, how is your sex life?, asked Derrick.

It’s great, even though it’s with myself as the moment., she replied.

Guys, here that!, shouted Derrick. She just said she’s single!"

That’s correct., she replied.

(More applause sound effects.)

Listen guys! She’s single! She’s a dancer! Am I willing to bet if you go see this woman at Shockers and give her like… a shit load of money, she would be willing to give a little more bit more than just a lap dance, if you know what I’m saying!

(Boner sound effects followed by more applause sound effects.)

Our second, guess tonight is a disgusting, well…I say is dog shit.

Hey, that’s not very nice., cut in Debbie Rose.

No, no!, replied Derrick. Not smells like dog shit! Is dog shit! And man, he really smells like straight dog shit! Give it up for Slow Bobby!"

(Booing sound effects, like a crowd booing.)

Slow Bobby was an out of shape mentally challenged man who was sitting next to Debbie. He had on blue to green looking overhauls and a shirt that was no longer white from all the stains. It wasn’t washed either.

Slow Bobby, I’m naming you dog shit., said Derrick.

Hell ho!, shouted Slow Bobby into the mic.

Ouuu , he does stink., said Debbie Rose as she pinched her nose shut.

Slow Bobby, how long has it been since you took a bath?, asked Derrick.

I…, he started to say.

The answer is dog shit., interrupted Derrick the Rocket. I, literally cannot think of anything in this studio, except dog shit!"

(The sounds of industry bosses yelling Loser!)

But… we do love Bob for being on our show from time to time., said Derrick.

I took a bathhh… last week!, shouted Bobby into the mic.

No, you didn’t., replied Derrick.

I’m not slowww!, shouted Bobby.

Yes, you are., replied Bunny from the sound booth."

My next guest is…

Derrick paused to look at the index card.

Name I think is pronounced…

Silas., said a figure next to Slow Bobby.

The man who sat next to Slow Bobby was a dark figure. He was sort of tall with long black hair. He was pale with cold eyes. He nails were long and he wore cloths that looked like they came from the eighteen hundreds. He stared back at Derrick like there was no one else in the room. The stare made Derrick a little uncomfortable.

Silas from…

Derrick gestured Silas to finish.

From the night. replied Silas.

Silas from the night., replied Derrick. Now this is interesting. It says Silas claims to be… a real-life vampire."

(Sounds of Count Dracula going Blah- Blah).

I am vampire., replied Silas.

Good for you., shrugged off Derrick. Now I hear you guys’ drink blood, fly around at night. Shit like that?"

Of course., replied Silas.

Fascinating, man., said Derrick. You know I always wanted to live forever. Fly around. See Jesus born again."

We don’t live forever., said Silas. We live exactly one thousand years."

And how old, my blood sucking friend… are you, if I may ask?

I will be a thousand years old by tomorrow. replied Silas. Which is why I’m here now."

Hey man., interrupted Derrick. Then I know what you’re going to want to get before you go! You’re going to want to get some Goddamn…

The Bunny censored the word Pussy for Derrick. They weren’t allowed to say that one on the air.

Which lead’s me back to my second guest, Slow Bobby.

Silas rolled his eyes to his left and looked at the other two guests.

I have always given back to my fans and even my guests on the show and tonight will be something special., said Derrick. Since our guest Slow Bobby is in need of a shower, later in this hour, I will give you."

He pointed to Slow Bobby.

The opportunity to step into a shower with the Lovely Debbie Rose for ten minutes!, he shouted.

Yayyy!, shouted Debbie into the mic. I promise Bob, I will get you clean!"

(More applause followed by fart sounds).

Lucky bastard., said the Bunny from the sound booth.

Yes, you are a lucky bastard. , said Derrick. Because Bobby, you smell like shit and what better way to wash you then to a beautiful breasted woman wash you from head to toe, my friend. Right now, we’re going to take a commercial break. When we return, Bobby gets scrubbed, and Debbie gives me a chubbed! Right after the break! Stay tuned!"

The side door busted open to the building and out came Debbie and Derrick locked at the tongues. They had their hands all over each other. At first, they were going to settle by the dumpster. But then they moved further down the wall past it. Derrick buried his face in her tits. And gradually, she went down his pants.

Oh, fuck yeah!, shouted out Derrick as he came up for air. I really need this shit, man!"

I want to suck it a little., she whispered in his ear.

Ok, baby, but we got to make it back soon., he said. Wait a minute. I have to piss, first!"

She smiled at him.

Me too. , she replied."

Derrick walked over to the dumpster and let it loose. He began to piss all over the corner of it. Debbie walked further along the wall and squatted in the alley. She then pulled her panties down under her skirt and began to tinkle.

So how long have you been a DJ?, she asked as she pissed.

Oh, God. , he said as he shook off. Too fucking long, baby!"

He then zipped himself up. Suddenly a hand reached down and grabbed Debbie by the hair.

Huh!, shouted Debbie as he felt it grab her hair. Ahhhhhhh!"

She screamed and the hand took her upward by her hair. Derrick turned around in time to see her disappear.

Debbie?, called out Derrick. Debbie!"

He looked all around for her. Debbie simply went straight up. And she did not come back down.

What the… what the fuck!

It began to rain now. Derrick ran up and looked up at the sky. Debbie Rose was gone. She had left the planet.

Hello Jimmy., said a voice behind him.

Derrick turned slowly around to see Silas, his guest on the show currently, leaning against the wall.

How do you… how do you know my name?, asked Derrick. Where is Debbie? What the fuck did you do with Debbie!"

You know it was within the last hundred years, I began to smell you., he said. I began to hunger for the end of my own… existence. I began to feel, what we vampires were put on this Earth... for."

Suddenly he got off the wall. Then he took a step towards Derrick. Derrick on guard took a step back.

What are you… some kind of psycho man!, shouted Derrick as he backed up slowly.

Silas continued to walk towards him. A flash of lightning suddenly cracked the sky, revealing one side of Silas’s face. He had one long fang coming down his bottom lip.

It’s almost midnight., said Silas. And I’ve come for you, Jim!"

Hey! Hey, hey! You get the fuck away from me!

Derrick finally turned and ran for the door. He swung it open and immediately ran inside. He then shut the door and locked it.

Clink.

He then put his ear to the door to listen in. Nothing. He then turned to see the lights in the building had gone out. He was supposed to be back for the commercial break five minutes ago. The hallway smelled of irregular smells. Derrick used the light on his cell phone to make it through the hallways.

Mike (the station manager)! Bunny! Guys!

Nothing. No one answered. Suddenly, he fell over something in the dark.

Shit!, he shouted in the dark. What the hell!"

He had run into and over a metal filing cabinet. He had flipped it over in a panic and now there were papers all over the hallway.

Hello!, he shouted.

Nothing. He continued to move forward through the dark. Derrick made his way back to the sound studio. Everyone seemed to be gone, but then again, it was 9:45 pm at night and not too many people hung around after 6 pm, except for the station manager and Derrick’s talk show crew.

This could be a joke., said Derrick aloud in the dark. And I’m the only one their playing it on. Yeah, probably got some freak in here… on some kind of… body cables!"

He pushed a small table out of the way.

Hey, hello!, he shouted. I don’t think this is funny anymore… guys!"

He pushed in the double doors to the sound studio. Suddenly the backup lights to the building cut on. What Derrick saw horrified him. Everyone in the studio was now dead. Slow Bobby stayed in his same chair. But his head was missing. Behind him lay the Bunny. His throat had been ripped out. There were dead technicians laying around. All were dead. Somehow, flies had gotten into the studio. They began to swarm all around. Derrick picked up a trash can and threw up in it.

Aweeeahhhhhgggggg!

He then pulled his head out of it and looked all around.

Oh, God! Help me!

He tried to walk away and slipped on a trail of blood. Luckily, he caught the edge of the desk before he fell.

Fuck!, he shouted.

Suddenly he heard what sounded like the wooden tables being moved out into the hallway.

Oh…shit!, screamed Derrick trying to hold his hands over his mouth.

He quickly began to move around the bodies and made his way around towards another door to the studio. Something or somebody sounded like they were coming from the main hallway. Derrick wasted no time leaving the studio into another hallway that led to the men’s and women’s bathrooms. He went into the men’s room, turned around and locked it. He then turned back around to see the bathroom light was dying and keep flicking now that back power was on. Suddenly behind him the door began to bang.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Get the fuck out of here, man!, screamed Derrick through the door. I’m calling the fucking cops!"

He took out his cell phone. It had a weak signal but was useable.

Operator, can I help you?, asked the female of the other side of the phone.

Suddenly the phone went static.

Hello!, shouted Derrick. Hello! Fuck!"

He had lost the signal. He looked all around the bathroom for a moment. There was a window to the outside. Derrick ran to it and opened it.

Got to get down somehow., he said aloud.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

You’re going to fucking jail for this, man!, shouted Derrick as he put one leg over the window ledge. The cops are already coming! You’re going fry for this shit, man!"

He put the other leg over and now was hanging from the window ledge. He just hung there for a moment. The banging inside had stopped.

Oh, God!, he screamed. What am I doing!"

He looked down at the traffic lights below.

Help me! Help me, please! Someone, help me!

But there was no one below to hear him. And the cars, what few there were, just drove by below. Derrick looked back up into the bathroom above. The lights were off now, meaning either the light bulb had finally burned out or there was someone now in the bathroom.

This is crazy!, shouted Derrick as he began to climb