David Golemon - The Supernaturals

“Okay, I’m game. Do you want me to open the door and you just squeeze by whatever the fuck it is that’s out there and make a run for the genny?” Harris shouted. He watched a corner of the steel door pull outward from the trailer’s frame.

“Oh man, look at that,” Nancy said. There was no way past the thing that was outside.

A large flash of lightning illuminated the grounds and they saw a large arm, mist-shrouded and black, reach in and take a swipe at the closest technician, striking him in the chest and sending him flying. Harris reached for the phone and placed it to his ear, trying desperately to punch in the numbers for New York. As the tones sounded, he heard laughter through the phone line. “They’re mine…they’re mine…they are MINE !”

The corner of the large door peeled down from the hinge that held it in place.

“Oh, crap,” Harris said.

When the door to the sewing room bent inward, Gabriel knew that the entity had discovered their whereabouts. Each person took a step back from the discovery inside the closet that had unnerved them all. Gabe turned the storm lamp toward the open closet one last time to absorb what he was seeing.

The door was slammed again. Damian Jackson saw to his horror that the lock was unlatched. He dove for the door and tried desperately to slam the lock home with his good hand, but the door bent inward with such force that the wood cracked and splintered. Julie saw what he was trying to do and reached for the lock herself, finally getting a hold on it and ramming it home. The beast outside seemed enraged that Gabriel and the others had managed to penetrate its inner sanctum. The pounding and thrashing became more intense, slinging splinters of wood off the cracked door into the interior of the sewing room.

Gabriel moved to the closet and ran his hand over the garment at the front. It looked to be a bodysuit of some kind. Made of white cloth, it was knee length and ended at the collar. To his horror, it was complete with breasts — cloth, to be sure, but full and ample breasts. And it had many companions. Some were heavier than others, but all came equipped with breasts. Gabriel quickly counted twenty bodysuits, each one meticulously hand sewn. Worn underneath a dress, no one would be able to tell that they were false forms for a woman who wasn’t a real woman at all.

“It’s all fitting together.” Gabriel hurried from the open closet to the door. He held the lamp high. Jackson, George and Peterson had their weight firmly planted against the wood, trying to keep the entity at bay.

“We know…” Gabriel shouted. “We know who you are. We know why you weren’t in any of the pictures of your family. You weren’t one of the girls; you’re the son, Mrs. Lindemann!”

The beating against the door stopped. A screech followed, shattering the standing mirror closest to the door.

“You were born a boy. You became a woman!”

The scream of rage came again and the entity came at the door with its full force behind it. The door bent, cracked halfway up, and sent Damian Jackson flying back into the room. George and Lionel Peterson were thrown to the floor. The door was there for the taking, and the entity took full advantage of it.

As John, Jennifer and Leonard ran through the smashed door to the right and the door that Bobby Lee McKinnon had opened to the left, a battle was taking place in the living room. Bobby Lee, a sparkling, shimmering version of him, was in the air, on the back of the dark mass that had been attacking the ballroom. Jennifer stopped and gaped in wonder as the black entity tried desperately to dislodge the pest that had planted itself on its back, roaring in anger and shock that an entity it had no knowledge of was stopping it from its goal.

“Go!” came Bobby Lee’s voice, tired and frightened. The swirling black mass finally managed to rake its dark claws across his shimmering form, sending him flying from its back. The black entity charged at the downed ghost of the former musician.

Jennifer screamed but John pulled her away. The swirling and pulsating mass attacked to kill. Leonard helped John and actually lifted Jenny off her feet, sprinting through the dark toward the kitchen. They slammed into the swinging doors without noticing the smashed front doors or the storm outside. They failed to hear the screaming of those trapped in the barn and the production van. John lost his breath as he slammed into the door at the far end of the kitchen. Jenny and Leonard couldn’t stop their momentum and slammed into his back as he tried to open the basement door. Finally he pushed them out of the way and opened the door. The blackness of the stairwell opened up before them.

“Inside — hurry!” John cried out.

Jenny went first and then Leonard, just as a man’s scream was heard from the living room. John knew that Bobby Lee was done for. He had given his false afterlife for them, and it wouldn’t go to waste. John entered the stairwell and slammed the door closed, locking it from the inside.

Leonard and Jenny stumbled down the dark steps. John started down behind them, knowing full well that if he lost his footing he would break every bone in his body on the concrete floor below. As he forced himself to slow down, he heard the smashing of the door far above him. The entity was on its way down to stop him from doing what had to be done.

John hit the turn on the stairwell just as Jenny and Leonard hit the bottom. Lonetree took a chance and started taking the invisible stairs two at a time, nearly breaking his ankle on the last step before touching firm, flat concrete.

“The trapdoor, we have to open it!”

Jenny was crying but still trying to function. She ran toward where she remembered the door to be. Her foot kicked something on the floor and then suddenly a bright beam of light illuminated the floor as the flashlight spun in a circle. Jennifer picked it up, not knowing it was same flashlight that Kelly had been holding when she was attacked just thirty minutes before. She located the subbasement trapdoor and then sighed.

“The lock’s been removed and then bent back into position. We’ll never get it open!”

As John and Leonard joined Jenny at the trapdoor, it started to rattle in its frame. The concrete cracked around it and the door actually bent outward, rattling violently. Jenny could swear she heard voices of desperation from the other side.

“Jesus, it’s already in there!” Leonard said as he backed away.

“No, but something is that can help us I think,” John said. He ran to the far wall and one of the old wood stoves that lined it. “Help me. Hurry!” He pushed against the quarter ton stove.

Leonard and Jenny immediately saw what he was attempting. They joined him and started pushing the wrought iron stove toward the trapdoor. John tilted the heavy stove on end and flipped it over onto the thin, wide door. The weight disintegrated the trapdoor and the stove hurtled down, smashing and breaking the wooden steps as it fell to the deepest part of the house.

Above them they heard the black entity storming down the stairs, cracking the wooden steps as it came.

Suddenly the basement filled with light. Shades of colors never thought imaginable emanated from the dirt lined subbasement, accompanied by the gentle smell of young girls. Wisps of curling streamers came out of the hole and they all heard the screams of torment. The room filled with the sound of women screaming their horror at what had happened to them.

“Who are they?” Jenny asked. She ducked as several of the tendrils whisked by her head.

“Mothers…they’re mothers,” John said, as if in a daze.

The entity coming down the stairs had stopped and was screaming in outrage as the real secret of Summer Place spilled out of the bowels of the house. The swirling multicolored tendrils of spirits that had been tormented for close to a hundred years hung momentarily in the air around John, Jenny and Leonard. Then, with the roar of outrage from the stairs sounding again and the sound of the beast retreating, the tendrils of rainbow-colored spirits screamed their own indignity and shot forward and up the stairs.