INVASION OF THE ANIMAL PEOPLE AKA TERROR IN THE MIDNIGHT SUN.

Yeti monster from INVASION OF THE ANIMAL PEOPLE. 

   
     INVASION OF THE ANIMAL PEOPLE aka TERROR IN THE MIDNIGHT SUN was a sci fi film shot in Sweden. It was directed and written by Americans from the United States and was shot in English because they had international sales in mind for the movie.
    The Swedish title was INVASION OF LAPLAND and the film played in Europe under the title of TERROR IN THE MIDNIGHT SUN.
    The rights for the United States was bought by producer director Jerry Warren who re cut the film for the theaters and then for television. Actor John Carradine was added to the film by Warren.
    Many people insisted that Warren's re cut of the film caused it to make no sense. I have seen the Swedish version and it also makes no sense.

A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHT- A short story.

     Into the pawnshop walked Leo Mackson. He placed his pawn ticket down on the pawnbroker's desk. Leo was in a hurry.
     "I'm here to recollect my memories." He told the pawnbroker. He tried not to act like a pushy jerk. He often acted like a pushy jerk and was trying to break the habit.      "I am sorry young man. But you are a day late and your memory tapes were bought up very quickly by a young lady this morning. She was waiting at the door this morning when I open up this morning."
     "Damn!" Yelled Leo out loud. Then he remembered he was trying to stop acting like a jerk.
"Sorry. But dammit. For the last month those blank spots in my mind have been driving me crazy. I'd pass the park or some restaurant or something and I hear the ringing in my ears and wonder what that place meant to me."
Leo regretted pawning his memories. But he had no other way to quickly raise the money he needed to cover his credit card debts.
     The pawnbroker pulled out a card from behind his desk.
     "The day you placed your memories here this young lady came in and gave me her card and told me to call her should you not reclaim them. She is the one who bought them this morning. Maybe she will sell them back to you. It couldn't hurt to try."
     He handed Leo the card. As Leo looked at the name on the card he had a strange feeling as if one of those blank spots in his mind were bothering him again. There was the ringing in his ears once again.
     Leo's ears were ringing loud when he walked up to the big white house. When the red headed woman open the door the ringing got louder. He knew that there was something here he should be remembering. "It's good to see you again Leo. I only wish you knew who I was."
     "Who are you?" The ringing in his ears told him that she must of been someone he knew. "Please come in and we'll talk." As Leo walked in he saw that there was a memory recorder/player sitting on a table in the living room. Leo figured she must of rented it somewhere since it was a high class device. Not one of those cheap home models that many people had. It was all set up and ready to use as if she was waiting for someone to come over and use it. "My name is by the way Janet. You knew that at one time. Till about a month ago we were lovers. Then we had a fight and you moved out."
     "I lived here?" He looked around the living room. He could not imagine living in such a nice place. The ringing in his ears was endless.
     "Yes you did. Put on the headpiece and I'll play back your memories tapes of me." For almost a hour Leo sat there reliving their love affair. After the tape ran out Leo noticed that the memory recorder was not set on playback but was set on memory injection. His memories of Janet and what she had meant to him had now returned to his mind. The ringing was gone. Leo walked up to Janet and gave her a kiss. 

     Later that night Leo asked Janet what was it that they had fought about.
     "It was over another woman you were seeing. You were cheating on me."
    "Who? I don't remember another woman." A slight ringing was in his ears.
    "I know you don't remember her. I erased that part from the memory tape."

THE END.


Copyright 2016 By Teel. Please do not reprint or repost without permission.

THE OLD MOVIE THEATER- A Short Story.

     No I can not tell you the name of the movie theater. You got to remember that I was still drinking in those days and my mind was in a fog every minute of the day every day of the week.
     In those days before I quit drinking I would every morning start wondering around downtown looking for cans and plastic bottles to recycle. Of course there was a bunch of us downtown doing that so I had to look all day in all the trashcan. I would stop to have a drink from time to time from my bottle that was left over from the night before.
     I always kept my eye open for the police. If they caught you with an open bottle in public they would pour it out. In those days I would have rather been hit over the head with a billy club than lose my bottle of wine.


     About an hour before night fall I would take the cans and bottles to a recycle yard near the water front and would cash them in.
     Next I would stop at a liquor store on Main street that I liked for some reason. I got all my wine there.
In those days I would wear my big old jacket that had the torn lining on the inside of the left side. I would slip my bottle into that tear in the lining so that no one could see the bottle in plain sight.


     I would then walk a block over to the corn of Market Street and Glass street. Market in those days was an awful block. A lot of the stores were boarded up or closed up because the places would be out of business. There was a lot of junk shops. By night fall what few businesses there was would be closed up and just about no one would be walking around the street out there.
     The only business that was open on that block after dark was a rundown movie theater. Really rundown. It looked like it was going to fall over with the next rain storm.
When I would get there would be a lot of people like me. Winos and junkies and others who had no where to stay after dark.
     A really tall man with grey hair would open the door and every night would yell the same thing to the crowd there:
     "Admission is five dollars each and anyone making trouble will be thrown out of the theater. We close at 6AM."
     I would always buy a hot dog or two from the dirty looking snack bar. It was run by a large angry looking woman. I don't know why she was always angry looking. No one I can recall dared try to annoy her. She looked too mean.
     Many of the people who came to the theater came every night like I did and everyone had a favorite spot to sit. I like to sit near the back near the door against the wall. When I dozed off I would lean against the wall.
No one would sit near me so I felt safe there.
     They ran only one movie at this theater. I guess since the place was mostly a flop house for the homeless they figured it did not matter what film they ran. It was a cheap looking slasher horror movie. I saw that film every night that I slept in that theater. I saw it hundreds of times over a two year span of time.
     The print of the film was really beat up and full of splices and jump cuts. It was called something like BIKINI GIRLS GET KILLED.
     I would drink from my bottle and watch the movie every night till I passed out. Many times I would wake up again and drink some more as I watched more of it.
     I can remember every bit of that movie. I can replay the whole thing in my head. It was about a maniac in a rubber skull mask who killed women in bikinis. Every time a woman would put on a bikini you knew she was going to die within five minutes.
     "Mr Johnson I need to go back to the office. Thanks for talking to me."
     "No problem. Has your boss said anything about me leaving here soon?"
     "No not yet. I will let you know if he tells me anything about it."


     Doctor Jones left the small room and made sure to lock the door behind him before returning to the office.
     At the office he was met by Dr. Brown the head of the mental hospital.
     "How is he today?" He asked Dr. Jones.
     "Pretty much the same. He still believes that the murders were scenes from movie that he believe he saw somewhere."


THE END.

Copyright 2015 By Teel

Please do not reprint or repost without permission. 

THE VOODOO DOLL- A short story.

THE VOODOO DOLL.

     Jennie was a waitress at the FOUR TOPP CLUB where I worked as a waiter. The only way to describe her was to say that she was very pretty. She was tall and slim with reddish hair. I fell for her right away. I did not know any better. I am one of those guys who always fall for the wrong woman. I always have and I think I always will. But I explain that part later.

     The big problem with her as I saw it was that she would not go out with me.

     She always told me it was because she was being loyal to a boyfriend called Ronnie. I never met him. She told me that he was a sailor that was sent to a base on the east coast. She told me she did not want to go out with anyone else.

     She gave me that excuse every time.

     In the back of my mind I must of known she just did not want to go out with me. But you know how it is.              Sometimes you just ignore the obvious.

     At the time truth and real life seem to mean little to me. I wanted everything to be going the way I wanted it to go. But then again who doesn't want everything to go their way?

     Even though she would not go out with me she was always nice to me. So I decided against all odds to keep asking her out. I figured I would wear her down someday and she would go with me. I guess I thought I had forever to wait for that to happen. When you are young you always believe you got plenty of time ahead.

     But she always told me no. She told me that she was always going to be loyal to her boyfriend Ronnie.

     I started telling her that I was spending my free time sticking pins into my Ronnie voodoo doll. She always thought that was funny. Sometimes when his phone calls upset her she would ask me to go stick another pin into it.

     One night when things were very slow at the club the two of us were sitting at a back table in the nearly empty dining room. I asked her out once again. I was not really surprised when she said no once again. Deep down in me I kept hoping she would have a different answer for me.

     Someone once told me that false hope was the worst kind of hope. I wish I knew that then.

     I pulled out a small plastic bag I had in the pocket of my work apron. From that I pulled out a small plastic sailor doll I found at a thrift shop that afternoon. I had bought it for a dollar.

     Here it is. My Ronnie voodoo doll. I told her as I stuck a hat pin into it's chest. I thought Jennie would never stop laughing. She thought it was so funny at the time.

     She is gone now. She never return to the club after she went east to her boyfriend's funeral.

     He died in a drunken barroom fight with a bartender who refused to serve him anymore beer.

     The bartender stabbed Ronnie in the heart with an ice pick. It all happen the night I stuck a pin into that sailor doll. It freaked her out when she was told how he died. She would never talk to me again after that.

     I use to mope around the club as I worked. I missed Jennie. I missed her badly. I stopped my moping after one of the waitresses told me that it was not really worth it.      That all along Jennie was going out with all sort of other guys and once when it was suggested that maybe I could be fixed up with someone Jennie said that it would be pretty hard to fixed me. That she could not think of anyone would want to go out with me.

     It stung me that she said that. I should have known she would say and think such things about me. At least now I could see that happening.

     Not long after that I got myself one of those cheap plastic model dolls at a 99 cent store. The kind that are made to look sort of like the Barbie Doll.

     It reminded me of Jennie.

For a long time I kept it on the night stand by my bed.

And every night I consider sticking a pin in it.

THE END.

Copyright 2015 by Teel.

THE SILENT VOICE. A short story.

THE SILENT VOICE

     Tor's Quik Kash was just about the most seedy pawnshop on Warroff Street. When Omar Steele walked into the place he really had no intentions of buying anything there. He was low on cash and just wanted to kill some time till the movie theater down the street open. The first show of the day was only a dollar ninety nine.

     He was walking pass the glass showcase of knives when he first heard it. It was a voice like that of a young woman. Sweet and low the voice called out his name. It startle him. Mainly because women rarely spoke to him.

     The last one to speak to him only wanted to inform him that she would call the police if he did not leave her alone.

     Omar looked around but could not see any women in the seedy shop. The only other person there was the pawnbroker who was reading the race form at his desk. It had been a slow day for him and he was bored.

     He did not bother to get up when Omar walked in because Omar looked like a broke waste of time to the broker.

     Omar then heard the voice again. He looked into the showcase of knives. The sweet voice was coming from the glass case. Among the knives in the case was a unique dagger.

     It was eight inches long and it had a fancy carved whalebone handle. The voice seem to be coming from the dagger. Omar found that strange. He could not recall ever hearing a knife speak to him.

     "Omar." It silently said to him. "Buy me. Take me home with you."

     Omar stared at the strange dagger for the next five minutes. To him it seem like a thing of beauty. He paid the pawnbroker twenty dollars and took the dagger home with him.

     The pawnbroker was glad to see Omar leave. He did not like the looks of him. He looked too odd with his staring into the display case and mumbling to himself.

     Later that night in Omar's shabby apartment the dagger talked to him once again. Omar had been waiting for over three hours for it to speak to him once again.

     "Take me out Omar. Put me in your pocket and we will go out for a walk."

     That is what it told him. He did what it asked him.

Together they walked out into the night.

     They walked for quite awhile. Back and fore around the block they aimlessly wondered. It was becoming late.            Normally steele did not like walking alone at night. But with the dagger in his pocket he did not feel alone. At three in the morning there was few other people out on Warroff Street.

     The only other person walking along that block where Omar was walking on was Mary Gibson. She was a cocktail waitress. She was walking home alone from work. Weighted down by bill that her ex husband left behind she was unable to afford a car of any sort.

     No one in the surrounding buildings could hear the dagger calling out to Omar. Urging him on as he stabbed the woman. But everyone could hear the screams of the dying waitress.

     The police were at Omar's door. They were calling for him to give himself up.

They knew it was him.

     People looking out their windows saw him do it. Many people knew Omar by sight. They told the police where he could be found.

     "What can I do?" Omar cried out to his bloodstain dagger.

     It said nothing to him. It was silent.

     "Tell me please...What can I do?" Omar was crying now.

     "Use me." Said the dagger. "Kill yourself and they can never arrest you."

     When the police forced open the door to Omar's apartment they found him dead in a pool of his own blood.

     The dagger was in his still warm hand.

THE END.

Copyright 2015 By Teel.

SOON TO BE A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE. A short story.

SOON TO BE A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE

     Jack did not like the movie at all. He thought it was bad television schlock. Bottom of the barrel trash of the worst kind. At one point he even consider turning off the TV set. But he decided he was going to sit through it all just this once. He did it so he would not have to make himself watch it in the future.

     He knew he would have to watch it.

     At the film's end the maniac was running through a room of dead cheerleaders screaming and ranting at the top of his lungs. The police rushed into the room and surrounded him. After a fight in which three of the cops were badly hurt the handsome detective punches the maniac repeatedly in the face and arrest him. Four cops drag him away in handcuffs as he swear revenge against the detective and the whole police force.

     The film ended soon after that last scene and Jack turned off the TV set as a commercial for diet cat food came on. He thought about sending the network a letter about how much he disliked the movie.

     A little while later there was a knock on the door of Jack's room.

     "Hey Jackson. Did you see the movie?" Said the man through the door.

     "Yes I did." He said with an annoyed growl. "They mixed up all the names, They got most of the facts wrongs, and that ugly actor didn't look a thing like me!" Jack griped to the guard.

THE END

Copyright 2015 By Teel.

FOR $10,000. A short story.

FOR $10,000


Copyright 2015 by Teel


     In the back pages of a large city newspaper there was a small plain ad listed the personal section.
     It read: Men and women wanted who will do anything legal for $10,000 in cash. No selling or hard work. No fee will be asked for.
     An open meeting will be held today at 3PM. Only the first 300 people will be seated at this meeting.
     The ad ended with the address of a nice hotel located in the downtown area. People answering the ad were to meet in a large meeting hall there.
     The room was set up with 300 folding chairs. A little more than half of them were full.


     At 3 o'clock the doors of the hall were closed by a pair of tall men in black suits. They stood by the door and looked forward to the front of the room.
     At the front of the room was a desk with a man dressed in white sitting there next to a pile of papers and a large box. Next to this desk was a microphone on a stand.
     The man in white stood up and walked up to the microphone and began to speak.

     "Will everyone here still wandering around the room please sit down. There should be enough chairs for everyone. I do not believe the room has been filled.

     If not it will not matter. This will be a short talk in any case. My assistants shall soon be locking the doors to this room and one will be allowed to leave the room until the end of my talk with you. So if anyone wishes to make use of the restroom now would be the time to do so."

     He stood there for a minute. No one seem to want to leave the room. He waved at the men in the dark suits and they locked the door of the hall.

     The man in white once again began to speak.

     "You are all here because you read or heard of an ad I placed in the newspaper. Everything in that ad is true. And within an hour you can leave this room with ten thousand dollars in cash. The only way you will leave this room without the money is if you do not want to take it. No one here will force you to take the money."

     "I am not going to tell you my name. You do not need to know it and most of you could not be able to pronounce it in any case. If I was to give out my name I would soon become the target of many kooks and weirdos. I am a business man and do not want to have my time taken up by such people."

     "I am going to cut right to the facts of why I am here talking to you. These are facts you may not believe. But you do not have to believe anything I said today to make ten thousand dollars. You do not even have to pretend to believe anything I tell you and you will still walk out of here with ten thousand dollars in cash without having to do anything but write down your name. You do not even have to use your real name if you wish. I do not care. I will not ask to see an I.D."

     "I am acting as an agent of the Devil. Yes the Devil. The Evil One. The Beast of the Pit. Whatever you wish to call him. Young lady will you please sit back down. The doors are going to stay locked until I am finished. I told you all this at the beginning of this meeting. No one is here to hurt anyone. I will be finished soon and you and anyone else who wants to may leave right away. In fact I would want you to leave. People who do not want the money will just be in the way at that point."

     "I am not a crazy man. But even if I was I still have a few million dollars in cash right here and I will give ten thousand dollars in cash to anyone who is willing to just sign their name to a simple contact that states that you will hand over you soul after death to me to sell, trade or use as I wish. Nothing else at all is require and no you do not have to sign with your blood. This is not some cheap occult movie."

     "This is completely confidential. No one outside of room will know about this and you will never be bother by any representative of my organization in your lifetime how ever long that may be. I promise you that."

     "If you still think that I am crazy that is alright. Go ahead and believe so if that will make you feel better about this offer. You will still make ten thousand dollars in cash if you want it. You do not have to believe a single word I say to you today.

     "A lot of you in this room may be going to Hell anyway. Why not earn some money for it if you are going anyway. Money to spend and enjoy in this lifetime. And for those of you who do not believe in God anyway. What have you got to lose? You got a lot to gain and nothing to lose with this deal. As I stated nothing will be required of you in your life time. Many of you I believe will lead long lives."

     "The doors will now be open and anyone who wishes to leave may now do so. Everyone else please form a single line in front of that table where my helpers will be sitting and waiting to help you. I have cash waiting for you just as soon as you sign you name. That is all you have to do. Sign and a stack of cash will be handed to you."

     "And like I said. If you wish you do not have to use your correct name on the contract. It is alright to use a fake name."

     "When the time comes no matter what name you use we will find you."

     The doors of the hall were opened up just then and a quite a few people went out of the place in a hurry.

Meanwhile a long line formed in front of the desk.

THE END