Discovery House - Part One -
This is a private party, no heavy metal bands allowed
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The woman looked up, her eyes wide and stinging. He was indeed naked, a hairless body that was slightly tanned around the face, arms and lower legs. He had thick black hair and a kind of expression that anything he did was not his fault.
“Sorry about the erection,” said the man, “something about the shock reaction I think.”
The woman broke her silence, “I didn’t notice first time, I was too busy looking at…”
“My leg” interrupted the man, “it’s alright, you’re not the first one not to notice. I guess I should take that personally. I hope I don’t have this hard on for long, I guess it can be quite a difficult thing to explain when you bump into people, as well as painful.”
“Yes I guess it must.”
“Now, can you please pass me that leg, I’ve not tried that one yet.”
The woman looked at him in bewilderment. She was near to vomiting when she saw many severed limbs scattered across the floor. Legs, arms, hands, fingers and even someone’s head and shoulders were all taking up floor space. They didn’t cover the entire floor but they were placed in regular spots causing you to watch your step as you walked. The woman looked at the man, he was staring at her eagerly, was he serious about getting a leg for him?
“Hurry up love before someone else grabs it.”
She walked up to a leg that was still wearing a sock.
“No, not that one, my god woman, could you honestly see me wearing Mickey Mouse socks? Besides, that leg has too much thigh, if I use that one I would be limping for the rest of eternity and then I really would look silly.”
The woman looked at the naked, erect man and raised an eyebrow in contempt. She had experienced people talking down to her before but this situation was just plain silly, ludicrous. She didn’t even know where she was. It was a dream, it had to be, nothing is this silly in real life except anything in a Terry Gilliam movie. She looked down at the leg wearing the sock, an eye looked back at her. An eye alone, no socket, no body to attach itself to. It just remained on the floor looking at her. She shivered.
“Ah, there you are.”
The woman took a sharp intake of breath. Suddenly, A young man, was standing in front of her. He bent down and picked up the solitary eye. “I’ve been looking for this for ages. I’ve walked up and down this hall twenty times looking for it and its not made any easier with only having one eye to look for it. Of course I am presuming this is my eye. This sort of thing can really put a downer on your day, I used to play archery you know. I’ll have to shoot left handed next time.” The man made an archery pose with his hands and pretended to fire an arrow into the bustling crowd.
“Excuse me sir, but where are we?” said the woman.
The man turned and relaxed his sporting pose. It was at this point the woman noticed a cricket stump stuck in man’s right eye socket. There wasn’t any blood or pain in the man’s face, it was just stuck there, as if it should always be there.
“We are, my dear, at the point where it is deemed necessary to keep people waiting in an overcrowded room with no explanation at all,” he said holding the eye to the light.
“I’m sorry, but what you are saying doesn’t make any sense,” replied the woman.
“I have a cricket stump jammed into my head. That sort of thing makes it very hard to concentrate,”
Part one of 'Discovery House' continues here
"Atmospheric and creepy the story is cleverly unfolded which kept my interest right until the very end.”
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