Richard Laymon - Blood Games

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They meet up for one week every year: Helen, Cora, Vivian, Finley and Abilene — five former co-eds in search of thrills and adventure. Just like they enjoyed together at college. This time it's Helen's choice. Helen, the fat girl with a taste for horror, the brainy one with a fear of being caught alone in the shower by an unknown assailant with a sharp knife and a thirst for blood…
For this year's reunion, Helen has picked The Totem Pole Lodge, a deserted hotel in the backwoods with a sinister past. She's looking forward to the moment when she'll tell the others the gory details. But that's before night falls and the girls find the Lodge is not as deserted as they thought. And before Helen goes into the shower. Alone.
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From Publishers Weekly In the early 1990s, as the horror market bottomed in the U.S., several established American authors, including Laymon (To Wake the Dead, etc.), were unable to find domestic publishers for their work. Laymon continued to hit bestseller lists overseas during this period, though, and this is one of the novels he wrote during that time. Like so much of his mid-career work, it's a middling effort, and it's also a mixed bag-nearly literally, as it offers a present-day scenario interspersed with flashbacks that are, in effect, standalone short stories. In the present, five young alumni of Belmore University are on their annual get-together; this year, the choice of what to do has fallen to Helen, a horror buff, who arranges for the group to camp out at a deserted backwoods lodge where guests were slaughtered by locals several years back. In time, the group encounter various townsfolk, including a witch, whom they must fight for their lives, resulting in a characteristic Laymon bloodbath. The action here is fast but predictable. Of greater interest are the flashbacks, showing first how the gang got together, then detailing their various exploits-taking revenge on some frat guys by setting fire to their house, on a cruel dean by trashing her office, on a nasty homeowner on Halloween by destroying his living room; seducing a young male surfer during a foggy nighttime trip along the California coast, etc. It's in these scenes that Laymon displays some, but not much, of the surreal nightmarish sensibility that hallmarked his great later work (The Traveling Vampire Show, etc.). Overall, then, this is brisk but routine entertainment from the controversial author, who died in 2001.

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We’re out of our minds .

She suddenly ached to whirl around and run for it.

But she stood her ground.

She’d agreed to the plan. It had seemed like madness from the instant it came out of Finley’s mouth. But Vivian had fallen for it with vengeful glee. They’d all fallen for it.

Now we’re gonna get reamed, Abilene thought.

Rathbone came back into the parlor, stepped in front of the girls, gave Finley a murderous glare, then offered a thick stack of money to Vivian.

She set her beer bottle on the carpet at her feet, and took the money. She counted it. Finished, she smiled. ‘Is everybody ready?’

The Sigs went wild, clapping, stomping their feet, shouting and whistling.

‘Could we have some music?’ Vivian yelled. ‘Something lively.’

One of the guys rushed over to the stereo.

Michael Jackson came on, singing ‘Bad.’

The girls began.

They danced, writhing sensuously, bobbing their heads with the beat, rolling their shoulders, thrusting out their pelvises. Finley taped the guys as she danced. Abilene, Helen and Cora smiled and waved their beer bottles. Vivian flapped the stack of money in front of her face like a fan.

‘Take it off,’ Cliff called.

The others started chanting it.

‘Take it off, take it off, take it off!’

‘Ladies?’ Vivian asked.

They nodded.

Vivian switched the bills to her left hand. She slipped her right hand slowly, very slowly, down the top of her gown. Abilene, following suit, reached inside her own gown and caressed her breast. So did Cora. So did Helen.

The guys went wild, cheering and hooting.

Vivian’s hand came out with a Bic lighter. She kicked over the beer bottle at her feet. Abilene, Cora and Helen upended their bottles. The fluid burbled out, splashing onto the carpet.

A stench of gasoline filled the air.

Fire erupted from Vivian’s lighter.

She touched it to the money.

The Sigs went silent.

Shouting, ‘Don’t ever fuck with us!’ Vivian hurled the fiery bills into the air.

Abilene glimpsed them fluttering down toward the fuel-soaked carpet. Most of them seemed to be burning. Most of the Sigs looked as if they’d been kicked in the nuts.

She didn’t stick around to watch the outcome.

None of the Sigs pursued them when they fled the house. They must’ve been too busy — as Finley had predicted — trying to extinguish the fires and maybe save some of the money.

Fire trucks never came.

The fraternity house didn’t bum down.

The following week, a new carpet was installed and a rumor went around campus that a drunken Sig had fallen asleep in the parlor while smoking a cigarette.

Finley, as promised, mailed a copy of the videotape to the boys.

Abilene, Helen, Finley, Cora and Vivian stuck together after that, their friendship welded by the madness of that night — welded, too, by determination to protect one another from avenging Sigs.

During the remainder of their undergraduate years at Belmore, they ran into many Sigs. Sigs gave them strange looks. Sigs muttered things, always out of hearing range. Sigs never asked any of them for a date.

And Sigs never, ever fucked with them.

CHAPTER FIVE

The kitchen of the Totem Pole Lodge had cupboards, counters, a pantry, large sinks, a walk-in freezer, and empty spaces where Abilene figured refrigerators and stoves had once stood. It also had cobwebs, dust balls, and layers of grime on its counter tops and linoleum floor.

'Looks like the maid missed this place,’ Finley said.

‘She doesn’t do kitchens,’ Abilene said.

Vivian twisted a faucet handle. It squeaked. No water came from the spout. ‘Great,’ she muttered, then gave her dirty hand a disgusted glance. ‘I suppose there’s no electricity, either.’

‘Not likely,’ Cora said.

Vivian looked down at her bright yellow sundress, apparently searching for a place to wipe her hand. ‘Does anybody have a Kleenex, or something?’

‘Use this,’ Abilene said. Stepping up close to Vivian, she raised her knee.

‘Thanks.’ Vivian rubbed her hand on a leg of Abilene’s faded, denim cut-offs.

‘Should’ve worn grubbies.’

‘She doesn’t believe in grubbies,’ Cora pointed out.

Helen tugged open the door of the walk-in freezer, glanced inside, then shut it quickly.

‘Something in there?’ Cora asked.

‘Not that I could see. Pretty dark.’

As Cora opened it to take a look herself, Abilene wandered over to the sinks. Above them were grimy windows. From the position of the kitchen, to the left of the dining area, she knew that the windows must be facing the rear of the lodge. She was surprised to see that all the glass was intact.

Leaning forward, she peered through one of the panes. She saw the shaded floor of a porch, a wooden railing at its far side, blue sky, tree tops in the distance, and not much else.

‘Over here,’ Finley said.

Abilene turned away from the window. Finley, off to her right, was standing in front of a door. Shifting the camera to her left hand, she knocked back a bolt. She twisted the knob and jerked. The door stayed put, and she stumbled toward it. Bracing her feet and crouching slightly, she gave the knob another sharp tug. With splintery crackles, it broke free of its jamb and swung at her. Its hinges squawked. Its edge only missed her face because the door’s sudden release had sent her staggering backward.

Regaining her balance, she stepped outside. ‘Hey, neat! ’ she called.

Abilene went after her. Surprise at finding the porch high above the ground was forgotten the moment she met the fresh air. She’d been vaguely aware of the kitchen’s stuffy heat and musty smells, but hadn’t realized just how bad it’d been until leaving it behind. Here, the air smelled rich with fragrances of the forest. The warm breeze felt cool. She untucked her blouse, lifted its front, and felt the breeze caress her belly while she wiped sweat off her face.

‘I don’t think I want to go back in there,’ she said.

‘Hey, guys!’ Finley called. ‘Get out here!’

Abilene unfastened a few lower buttons, then looked around as she raised her shirttails and tied them in a half-knot under her breasts.

The porch extended along the entire rear of the lodge. At both ends, stairways led down from the long, second story balcony. The stairways met the porch and descended from there to the ground. Directly in front of her, another set of stairs led downward.

‘This is something,’ Cora said.

‘Oh,’ Vivian said. ‘Great.’

Abilene heard the door from the kitchen grind shut.

‘Fantastic,’ Helen said.

Abilene didn’t know whether they were talking about the fresh air or the scenery.

Now that she had recovered from the stifling atmosphere of the kitchen, it was the view that amazed her.

The rear grounds of the lodge.

She stepped to the edge of the stairway for a better look. Finley was already there, camera to her face. Abilene halted beside her and muttered, ‘Weird.’

‘I’ll say. But neat.’

The lodge cast a heavy shadow halfway across the swath of level land. The far half was bathed in dusty golden light from the late afternoon sun. The end of the field and both its sides were walled by dense forest.

It looked like an oasis.

A picnic area.

A park that had seen better days.

Gazing at it, Abilene felt strange mixtures of excitement, nostalgia and apprehension.

A red brick barbecue stood in the shadow, its chimney almost as high as the porch. A lone picnic table remained near the edifice. There may have been many such tables, once, but only this one remained. It was weathered like driftwood (like the totem poles out front, Abilene thought), and littered with leaves. Weeds climbed its legs.

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