sunEdltye
Ex-Bluelighter
This story takes place in a town centered in the middle of Los Angeles. The are was filthy, covered with trash in the streets and un runable cars along the sidewalks. It was rampant with crime and drugs, and many drug houses were in the neighborhood.
The area was livable because every shack for a house was occupied one way or another. Fernanda Osalvo lived at the corner of one of the smaller cross streets. "Fairview" was the official name of the street, but that isnt of importance for this story.
His house was part of a long apartment shack. It was probably thirty years old and from lookign at it from the outside you could see about seven layers of paint. Some of the windows even had boards on them. Fernando lived on the top floor, which was the third floor. His house was all the way on the corner, next to a bunch of empty birdcages.
On his doormat their were words that read "Enter this house on good faith". It looked worn out to the point where you could swear that half the world has trampled on it. His window next to the outside hall area was covered with dirty newspaper, almost draiping them. The odd part about it was that the pictures were of womens underwear from the nighteen fifties.
Apon first stepping into his house the first thing you will notice is nothing. His house was as dark and grey as it gets. Nothing was normal about anything. His TV was a UHV TV. His phone was a rotary dial phone. Even his stereo was an old LP player. He always had on Italian Opera. The screaming female voice was always heard at night.
The sides of his wall were covered in books stacked at least twenty high. Behind the TV sat a beautiful gold hookah. Next to which was almost an altar like table with red candles on it. In front of the candles was a little plate with hair on it. It didnt look like his hairy because it was a silky brown. His hair was old and dark, filled with white hairs.
The neighborhood was populated with mainy families, which meant a lot of children played around the houses. They hopscotched in the sidewalks and played ball in the street. The older ones would play handball against a house. But most of the kids were young, around 12 years old or younger. Many parents warned their kids not to goto Fernando ever, especially while he's in the garage. Kids always told each other Fernando was a monster with black eyes, but those were just stories created to scare each other.
The truth is people never really got a good look at Fernando because he was rarely seen during the day. During the day he worked in his garage, fixing his old Nissan. At night was when he walked the streets and that is when most people got to see him. He was tall, overweight, and wore slacks with a heavy sweater. He seemed almost demonic in the way he walked, like he knew something evil and dark.
Sometimes at night after he stops playing his Opera, people often tell of hearing strange chants over at his house. It is spoken in a form of acient Spanish, yet most of the common words can be interpreted. His voice almost sounds mesmorizing, like he's talking to someone else in the house, but thats not possible since no one ever visits him. His neighbors claim he is chanting to old ancestors, but no one is ever certain exactly what he does at midnight.
Back in his house we went around to his bedroom where you see an old chest of drawers against the wall. On top of it is a mirror that is broken down the middle. Pictures of the neighborhood girls are on the walls, all of the young children. He must have had at least a hundred of them that all showed the little girls either playing hopscotch or jumping rope or just eating ice cream. In the dark corner of his room sat his bed. It was just a frame that looked like a souless skull and a matress with giant stain spots on it. Inside the bathroom lay a few pill bottles and some syeringes. Around the creaks in his bathroom provided a highway for the cocroaches that lived in his house. One single red light stood in the middle of his room. The red gave the ambience a very errie feeling.
Fernando sitting on his bed and a little girl standing at the oppisite end of the room. He slowly gets up and closes his bedroom door.
Fine
The area was livable because every shack for a house was occupied one way or another. Fernanda Osalvo lived at the corner of one of the smaller cross streets. "Fairview" was the official name of the street, but that isnt of importance for this story.
His house was part of a long apartment shack. It was probably thirty years old and from lookign at it from the outside you could see about seven layers of paint. Some of the windows even had boards on them. Fernando lived on the top floor, which was the third floor. His house was all the way on the corner, next to a bunch of empty birdcages.
On his doormat their were words that read "Enter this house on good faith". It looked worn out to the point where you could swear that half the world has trampled on it. His window next to the outside hall area was covered with dirty newspaper, almost draiping them. The odd part about it was that the pictures were of womens underwear from the nighteen fifties.
Apon first stepping into his house the first thing you will notice is nothing. His house was as dark and grey as it gets. Nothing was normal about anything. His TV was a UHV TV. His phone was a rotary dial phone. Even his stereo was an old LP player. He always had on Italian Opera. The screaming female voice was always heard at night.
The sides of his wall were covered in books stacked at least twenty high. Behind the TV sat a beautiful gold hookah. Next to which was almost an altar like table with red candles on it. In front of the candles was a little plate with hair on it. It didnt look like his hairy because it was a silky brown. His hair was old and dark, filled with white hairs.
The neighborhood was populated with mainy families, which meant a lot of children played around the houses. They hopscotched in the sidewalks and played ball in the street. The older ones would play handball against a house. But most of the kids were young, around 12 years old or younger. Many parents warned their kids not to goto Fernando ever, especially while he's in the garage. Kids always told each other Fernando was a monster with black eyes, but those were just stories created to scare each other.
The truth is people never really got a good look at Fernando because he was rarely seen during the day. During the day he worked in his garage, fixing his old Nissan. At night was when he walked the streets and that is when most people got to see him. He was tall, overweight, and wore slacks with a heavy sweater. He seemed almost demonic in the way he walked, like he knew something evil and dark.
Sometimes at night after he stops playing his Opera, people often tell of hearing strange chants over at his house. It is spoken in a form of acient Spanish, yet most of the common words can be interpreted. His voice almost sounds mesmorizing, like he's talking to someone else in the house, but thats not possible since no one ever visits him. His neighbors claim he is chanting to old ancestors, but no one is ever certain exactly what he does at midnight.
Back in his house we went around to his bedroom where you see an old chest of drawers against the wall. On top of it is a mirror that is broken down the middle. Pictures of the neighborhood girls are on the walls, all of the young children. He must have had at least a hundred of them that all showed the little girls either playing hopscotch or jumping rope or just eating ice cream. In the dark corner of his room sat his bed. It was just a frame that looked like a souless skull and a matress with giant stain spots on it. Inside the bathroom lay a few pill bottles and some syeringes. Around the creaks in his bathroom provided a highway for the cocroaches that lived in his house. One single red light stood in the middle of his room. The red gave the ambience a very errie feeling.
Fernando sitting on his bed and a little girl standing at the oppisite end of the room. He slowly gets up and closes his bedroom door.
Fine
This was actually 1 of 2 different stories that we came up with. The second one involved the man building a time machine.