Men of the Skull Chapter 31: King's Story

This is a short chapter.  This story is as exactly as "King" told it... that I remember.  (I wrote it down hours later.)

The House was built in the 1920s, so it's almost a century old now.

Do I believe the story? 

I think it may be SLIGHTLY embellished, but...

Yes.


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Chapter 31: King’s Story

Tuesday, December 1, 1986 GOP leaders urge special Iran probe

            The brothers were sitting around the lunch tables on a cold day having a strange discussion- was the house haunted?  It seems Stoneman’s girlfriend says she’s sensitive to ghosts and she said that there were three in the house- two male and one female.  These ghosts kept her from walking the hallway near the Pope Suite.

            As you can imagine, some of the guys were giving Stoneman a lot of shit.

            That’s when King spoke up.

            “This house is definitely fucking haunted.  I’ve seen it,” he said.

            “A couple summers ago, I was living in the house with a few of the guys.  You still could back then.  A bunch of us decided to take a road trip to shore.  One guy stayed behind ‘cuz he had to work and shit.  So off we go- all of us except him

The Curving Staircase on the right is the "Brotherhood (Hood) Steps."

            He figured he’d get himself a beer.  We was always on tap then too.  So he’s in the Party room when he hears somebody coming down the Hood steps.  He figured someone else must’ve stayed behind.  Then he heard the footsteps coming down the steps to the party room.  So he taps a second beer for whoever that is.

            Looks around the corner from the bar, and sees wet footprints appearing outta nowhere headed toward the bar.  He fuckin’ bolted outta there!

            He calls the place we’re staying, tells us what’s up.  He’s scared shitless. So we come back and go into the house, and there was footprints.  Weren’t big, but there they were.  Started up by the Squirrel Shack, down the steps there, down the hall...” he pointed as he spoke, “down the Hood Steps, around to the Party room steps and they stopped at the bar.  The two beers he left on the bar?  Fuckin’, empty, man.  I saw it with my own eyes.”

            “They probably just evaporated, asshole,” Saint said.

            “Beer don’t evaporate that fast, fuckhead!”  King said.  Anyway, the guy wasn’t the type to make shit up.  I saw it and I believe it.  Wouldn’t be surprised if that ain’t the real reason the house is closed in the summer now.”

           

            Half the Hood made fun of the idea, bunch of guys said it could be, and still others said nothing.

            House like this?  Why wouldn’t it be haunted?

 Ooo!  Spooky!

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