Friday Night in Beast Houseby Richard Laymon
The last novel in the Laymon's BEAST HOUSE series. Michael would do anything to get a date with Alison - anything. Alison has just one condition for guys that want to date her - they have to spend a night with her in the legendary Beast House. To Michael a night alone with Alison is a chance of a lifetime but if the stories about the Beast House are true it may also be a chance to die. As he waits for Alison, in the cellar of the macabre museum, Michael tries to keep his first date nerves in check. But what he's feeling now is nothing compared to the terror he'll face before the night is out...
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Friday Night in Bease House
By Richard Laymon
Dorchester PublishingCopyright © 2010 Richard Laymon
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Chapter OneMark sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the telephone.
Do it! Don't be such a wuss! Just pick it up and dial.
He'd been telling himself that very thing for more than half an hour. Still, there he sat, sweating and gazing at the phone.
Come on, man! The worst that can happen is she says no.
No, he thought. That isn't the worst. The worst is if she laughs and says, "You must be out of your mind. What on earth would ever possess you to think I might consider going out with a complete loser like you?"
She won't say that, he told himself. Why would she? Only a real bitch would say a thing like that, and she's ...
... wonderful ...
To Mark, everything about Alison was wonderful. Her hair that smelled like an autumn wind. Her face, so fresh and sweet and cute that the very thought of it made Mark ache. The mischief and fire in her eyes. Her wide and friendly smile. The crooked upper tooth in front. Her rich voice and laugh. Her slender body. The jaunty bounce in her step.
She'll never go out with me.
But jeez, he thought, why not ask? It won't kill me to ask.
Before today, he never would've seriously considered it. She belonged to anotherrealm. Though they'd been in a few classes together since starting high school, they'd rarely spoken. She'd given him a smile from time to time. A nod. A brief hello. She never had an inkling, he was sure, of how he felt about her. And he'd intended it to remain that way.
But today at the start of lunch period Bigelow had called out, "Beep beep!" in his usual fashion. Alison hadn't dodged him fast enough, so he'd crashed into her with his wheelchair. Down she'd gone on the hallway floor at Mark's feet, her books flying.
"Jerk!" she yelled at the fleeing Bigelow.
Mark knelt beside her. "Creep thinks he owns the hallways," he said. "Are you all right?"
"Guess I'll live."
And the way she smiled.
"Can you give me a hand?"
Taking hold of her arm, he helped her up. It was the first time he'd ever touched her. He let go quickly so she wouldn't get the idea he liked how her arm felt.
She knows my name!
"You're welcome, Alison."
When she stood up, she winced. She bent over, lifted the left leg of her big, loose shorts and looked at her knee. It had a reddish hue, but Mark found his eyes drawn upward to the soft tan of her thigh.
She fingered her kneecap, prodded it gently.
"Guess it's okay," she muttered.
"You'll probably have a nice bruise."
She made a move to pick up one of her books, but Mark said, "Wait. I'll get 'em." Then he gathered her scattered books and binders.
When he was done, he handed them to her and she said, "Thanks, Mark. You're a real gentleman."
"Glad I could help."
He stared at the telephone.
I've got to call her today while it's fresh in her mind.
He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans, reached out and picked up the phone. He heard a dial tone. His other hand trembled as he tapped in her number. Each touch made a musical note in his ear.
Before pushing the last key, he hung up fast.
I can't! I can't! God, I'm such a chickenshit yellow bastard!
This is nuts, he told himself. Calm down and do it. Hell, I'll probably just get a busy signal. Or her mom'll pick up the phone and say she isn't home. Or I'll get the answering machine. Ten to one I won't even get to talk to Alison.
He wiped his hands again, then picked up the phone and dialed ... dialed all the numbers.
His arm ached to slam down the phone.
He kept it to his ear.
Yeah, but nobody'll pick it up. I'll get the answering machine.
If I get the answering machine, he thought, I'll hang up.
Hang up now!
Oh my God oh my God!
"Hi," he said. "Alison?"
"It's Mark Matthews."
"Ah. Hi, Mark."
"I, uh, just thought I'd call and see if you're okay. How's your knee?"
"Well, I've got a bruise. But I guess I'm fine. That was really nice of you to stop and help me."
"Oh, well ..."
"I don't know where Bigelow gets off, going around crashing into everybody. I mean, jeez, I'm sorry he's messed up and everything, but I hardly think that's any excuse for running people over, for godsake."
"Yeah. It's not right."
There was a silence. A long silence. The sort of silence that soon leads to, "Well, thanks for calling."
Before that could happen, Mark said, "So what're you doing?"
"You mean now?"
"I guess so."
"Talking on the phone, Einstein."
He laughed. And he pictured Alison's smile and her crooked tooth and the glint in her eyes.
"What're you doing?" she asked.
"The same, I guess."
"Are you nervous?"
"You sound nervous. Your voice is shaking."
"The answer is yes."
"Yes, I'll go out with you."
I can't believe this is happening!
"That's why you called, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah. Mostly. And just to see how you're doing."
"Doing okay. So ... I'll go out with you."
OH MY GOD!!!
"How about tomorrow night?" she suggested.
"Sure. Yeah. That'd be ... really good."
"On one condition," she added.
"Don't you want to hear the condition first?"
"I guess so."
"I want you to get me into Beast House. Tomorrow night after it closes. That's where we'll have our date."
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Meet the Author
Richard Laymon is the prolific author of more than 30 novels and 65 short stories which have been published in Ellery Queen, Alfred Hitchcock and Cavalier. A Bram Stoker and Science Fiction Chronicle Award-winning author, his novels have been translated into fifteen languages.
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Was not impressed at all with this book. Did not hold of to the expectations that were set in the other Beast House Books. Very disappointed.
Richard Laymon has a way with his books, however, this one was not a hit. I expected so much more in the new installment of Beast House, but this one did not deliver. It was short, boring, and I was unsatisfied. This book had NO creep factor, like his other beast house books. So unfortunatley, I did not enjoy. BUT, Laymon is a great writer, and I dont have a thing to say otherwise about his other books. He an awesome writer, and I can't wait to read the few more I have left from all of his books. The Novella "The Whilds" was also a part of this book, and for me, I didnt enjoy it either...
In Malcasa Point, California teenager Mark physically fantasizes that one day he will date Alison. Mustering up his courage he finally asks her out she accepts on the stipulation that he spend FRIDAY NIGHT IN BEAST HOUSE after it closes. Excited he agrees to meet her stipulation hoping this is the ticket to ecstasy even though he knows the day time tourist attraction has been the sight of several ghastly homicides.------ On Friday night Mark breaks into Beast House. He proceeds to hide in the Beast Hole hoping to quietly pass time and emerge as a hero in the eyes of Alison. However, Beast House earned its reputation for grisly inexplicable murders and soon Mark and Alison will learn even wet fantasies can turn nightmarish in the wrong environs.----- Richard Laymon¿s final Beast House tale is a terrific entry in a great series that like it predecessors (see THE CELLAR, THE BEAST HOUSE and THE MIDNIGHT TOUR) hooks the audience into a complacency that slowly turns into tension and suspense wondering what will happen next to Mark. The delightful protagonist slowly realizes how much trouble he is in as he learns the truth about Beast House. Not quite at the emotional roller coaster levels of the previous three novels this tale is a tense gripping thriller that will have readers searching for the previous books.---- Harriet Klausner
Now don't get me wrong, this novella is absolutely a great read. Laymon's prose and style never let up for even one page. But while the story certainly adds a new dimension to the tale of the beast, its a disappointing conclusion to the overall series. Perhaps it was Mr. Laymon's intention to return to Malcasa point again in the future, but sadly he passed away and now we'll never know what becomes of the beast.