Post by adamthoth on Feb 26, 2016 18:22:46 GMT
This is a start to what will later be written in screenplay format, It is an episode to a series and just the opening scenes. I'm curious to see if I should continue with this story or scrap it. I included the poll for you all who visit to vote on it. If the reviews are good i will post more of the story. Cheers!
Alexander Dashwood and the ghost of Austin Osman Spare
On a long dirt road out in the Midwest country side a black late model Mercedes sedan seems to float on a cloud of dust in the moonlight. The car speeds down the road kicking up dirt dust and gravel into a cloud that billows behind. As the dust cloud follows the car it forms into the semblance of a strange creature for a brief moment then fades away as the car pulls into an old overgrown gravel driveway that seems to dissapear into the woods.
The car pulls up to an old plantation style home dilapidated and appearing abandoned with a few broken windows here and there and trees and vines having had grown into the building.
The engine shuts off and the parking lights go out. The driver’s side door opens and a sleek high-heeled black shoe steps out and sinks down into the mud. She grunts sighs and curses. She slams the door behind her and stumbles through the mud up to the door. She uses her smart phone to quickly inspect her appearance. She brushes off her black women’s suit and knocks on the door.
She waits and waits but there is no answer. She looks around at the dilapidated condition of the house and face palms herself as she realizes the house is abandoned. She takes her first step down the staircase back to her car when a strong gust of wind almost knocks her down. She gets back on her footing and begins to head down the stairs when she hears the sound of the front door creaking open. She fixes her long brown hair back into its ponytail. She looks at the door partially open.
She steps toward the door, swallows, takes a deep breath and slowly reaches to the old antique rusted door handle.
The door violently swings open and she almost falls forward but catches herself and swings back up. She gasps as she sees the owner of the home standing in the doorway. He sees her condition and asks, “ Hey there, lady you ok?” She catches her breath “Yeah, you scared the hell out of me” She fixes her glasses and looks forward at the man in the doorway. He is a man in his mid thirties of average height and build yet devilishly handsome and remarkably well dressed in a grey suit with a black shirt, his hair long and pulled back into a ponytail and wearing a goatee beard.
The two finally make eye contact he smiles at her and she smiles back. She keeps smiling then she begins to nod he stops smiling and the look of curiosity rolls down his face. “Can I help you?” she comes to her senses and begins to speak, “ Hello, are you Mr. Dashwood? “ he looks at her with caution. Who is looking for him and why?
“I have to speak with him regarding an incident in which seven individuals had a simultaneous vision and your name came to us.
He Steps back and crosses his arms, “How did you find me?” She fumbles through her laptop bag and pulls out several papers. She stretches out the papers to give to him but he stands with his arms remaining crossed. She continues her story as she steps beside him and places the pages in front of his face. “We all had an automatic writing session that hit us all at different times, and we each got a portion of your address, see. She points to the chaotic and scribbled writing on the first page then she pulls out a paper napkin with spots of barbeque sauce and a smear of pink lipstick on the side she places it right in his face and he moves away in disgust, “This one is the one I did. It just hit me when I was at Denny’s having a Ruben for lunch.” Alexander pops his head out the door and looks around. He looks the woman up and down, “what’s your name?” A look of surprise explodes out of her face, “Oh my god I didn’t even introduce my self! I’m so sorry Mr. Dashwood you must think I’m a crazy person, he he. My name is Jenifer Collins.”
“Ok, Ms. Collins so are you some sort of psychic or magician or something?” She looks him dead in the eye, “No, Mr. Dashwood none of the seven of us are.” “You’re not?” “No, none of us have ever had any experiences like this before. I never even believed in any of this before.” He strokes his goatee beard for a moment and looks up, “why don’t you come on in and have a seat Ms. Collins’.
She nods and smiles as he moves to the side and raises his arm to gesture her to come in.
She steps into his home and stops dead in her tracks, “Mr. Dashwood, your home is beautiful!” She looks around to see the home inside of pristine quality and full of classical art and ancient antiquities from around the world. A large life size statue of the Egyptian god Thoth made of solid dolomite stands at the entrance to the parlor. A large globe as tall as a man stands to the right of the parlor next to a suit of black medieval armor. The armor stands holding a strange Roman style sword with a blade made of an illustrious green metal. She Steps out onto an ancient Persian carpet and he directs her to sit down. She sits down onto what seems like an old black with red leather art deco sofa in front of the fireplace. He sits down in the matching art deco chair, “Oh, I’m sorry Ms. Collins can I get you something to eat or drink?” She places her purse to the side of her, “Oh yes please I would love a cup of coffee if you have some.” He smiles and nods, “yeah I think I might like to have some too.”
He gets up and heads toward the kitchen “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, feel free to look around if you like.” She looks around the room and sees a vast array of arcane looking statues and foreign cultural items. On the other side of the fireplace was a bookshelf stocked with rare antique volumes of classics as well as strange and obscure looking tombs of peculiar occult titles? On the left side of the bookshelf it was stocked bottom to top of national geographic magazine from the turn of the century to the present. She couldn’t help herself and she got up and went over to the national geographic and pulled out an issue from the top it was from 1932 and as she started to turn the first page it broke off and started to crumble she quickly put the page back in and put the magazine back on it’s shelf.
Alexander comes back in the room with the coffee sits down and pours her a cup. “So Ms. Collins” she interrupts, “please call me Jenny.” “Ok Jenny tell me about your story.” She pours some cream in her coffee, “Well, Alex.” “Ok stop right there.” “What’s wrong?” “You just called me Alex.” “Oh well I thought we, because you called me Jenny and…"
Alexander breaks out laughing, “Ha, I’m just messing with you, of course you can call me Alex. Go ahead go ahead tell the story, I am interested to hear more about how I come into this whole thing.”
Jenny takes a deep breath and prepares to tell her story, “It all started one day when my friends and I all went to visit an old friend of ours from college. Our friend was living with her new wife from China who was a medium or something like that some sort of spiritualist or something.” He sips his coffee, “I see, so let me guess you accidentally summoned up something or what?” I’m not sure, We all came back to our friend’s wife’s house from the movies and the woman was freaking out and pouring some kind of bucket of oil all over the house herself, shit, all over everything.
Our friend’s wife claimed that she had come in contact with some books to summon some sort of interdimensional beings or something crazy like that. I keep remembering her say something about the old ways of the Mongols and the ancient beings and screaming what have I done etc. before stopping and looking our friend in the eyes and telling her she loved her. Then she picked up the candle and………..I’m sorry.” Jenny gets a bit choked up for a moment then takes a deep breath, “I ran back to my car and called 911.
The house went up in flames and had for the most part burned to the ground by the time the fire fighters showed up. I remember seeing something in the flames something not of this world.” Alexander pulls his e-cig out of his inner jacket pocket and begins to puff away, “So, how does this involve me now?” she leans forward places her cup on the table and says, “I’m getting to that this is where things start getting weird.
I received a package in the mail and it was a painting by an artist named Austin Osman Spare. There was this inside.” She reaches into her laptop bag and pulls out an envelope and opens it. She hands the contents to Alex. “The letter said that the painting was a sigil that could help us return the entity to it’s dimension. The strange thing is that it had no return address and the package seemed as if it was wrapped over 50 years ago. Oh and another thing, the painting is an original. “
“Ok, so you still haven’t told me how I’m supposed to be connected to all of this.” She leans back, “Ok, long story short, we did this meditation and at first thought nothing happened so we all went home. Then one day out of the blue we all had a random vision and turns out we all had it at the exact same time. In the vision we all saw a stone wall of a catholic cathedral and your name written in red spray paint graffiti on the wall. We all tried to look you up but you are like a ghost.
That’s when we had the random automatic writing incident and that’s how we found you. You know you have no web presence what so ever.” He smiles, “yeah, and I like to keep it that way, I always use a fake name online.” She looks at him curiously, “why is that?” He glares at her, “well it’s none of your business, but there are several brother hoods out there that would like to see me hanged, decapitated, and burned. You see, in some peoples views I’m what you would consider the bad guy. So I like to keep a low profile.
Now what concerns me is that you all had a vision of my name and were given my address through automatic writing and you think it has something to do with this painting by Austin Spare.” “Yes, and what am I supposed to do?” “I don’t know any more about this than you do.” She sighs and starts to get panicky, “You don’t understand I’m in danger!” He rubs his eyes, “what makes you think that?” She looks into his eyes in desperation, “Two of us have already died.” He groans, “Oh, for crying out loud!
I just got done dealing with a crazy entity I can’t get involved in your problems. I have way too many of my own, not to mention, if I leave the house, I’m most likely a dead man, so I’m sorry for your loss, but the answer is no.” She jumps up in frustration and starts to tear at the corners of her eyes, but I could, we could die if you don’t help us.” He jumps up and points his finger at her, “who the hell are you Lady?! I most likely will die if I do help you so this isn’t going to benefit me at all; it’s only going to get me killed! I’m not leaving this house to go get murdered!” There is a price on my head from London to Las Vegas to Lebanon, I’m going nowhere!” “ Oh but please you have to do something!” “Look, lady as attractive as you are I’m not about to get myself killed for you, so I think it’s time for you to leave.” “Oh for god’s sake Alex you have to help, isn’t there anything you can do?” He paces back and forth stroking his goatee and scratching his head, “UGGHH! Ok, Here’s what we can do, we can summon Austin Spare and find out how he suggests saving you all from a killer entity.” She leaps at him and grabs him in a grateful embrace, thank you so much Alex.”
“Wow, I must have been alone in this house for a while, because this is really nice.” She looks up at him, “what did you say?” He chuckles, “nothing, lets go ahead and call the other girls and we can get this whole thing going. But you can’t call them from here I don’t want my position compromised.” “Are you serious?” “Yes I’m serious, you have to drive into town and call from there.” “Why is this such a big deal for you is your life really at risk, what did you do?”
He sighs and points to the sword, “You see that, it’s an ancient artifact and there’s a whole bunch of people who want to kill me and take it.” “Why?” “Because I stole it from one secret society lost it to another and then stole it from them and then lost it again and it’s a long story involving magick and curses and I needed it for something and I’m not about to give it back because it’s the friggin Excalibur!” Her jaw drops and she stands dumbfounded, Is it really?” “Well I’m still not convinced but I believe they believe it is” “ Why don’t you just give it back?” I don’t think it would matter they would kill me just for knowing it exists plus it’s as magickal as Chris Angel on methamphetamine running around Disneyland in a harry potter costume.”
He stops when he sees that his statements confuse her, “It, amplifies psychic energy, the metal it was forged from came from a meteor and the sword was supposedly from the period of the roman occupation of the British Isles. The metal is equivalent in strength to 440 stainless steel but back in those days it would have been considered practically indestructible. Simply holding it and looking into the blade places you in an altered state of consciousness from which a skilled magician or shaman could scry into the other worlds or even induce astral travel.” He sees she is even more confused, “Ok, just go make your phone calls and please don’t say my name on the phone and have all the girls turn off any phones or devices before you leave your meet up spot in the town.”
She nods,”ok I got it.” “Good, god speed and be safe. Make sure you don’t get followed ok?” As she leaves and walks to her car a black mist pours down out of the chimney and up around Alex’s shoulder. He sees the mist out of the corner of his eye and jumps, “crimany! You scared the bejeses out of me! You gotta stop doing that.” “He looks out at Jenny as she leaves. He turns to the black mist as if it spoke to him. He shakes his head, “No not even.” The mist swirls around slowly. He pauses as if listening, then responds. “No it’s because they all had a vision of me that’s why. The mist swirls and shakes, "I know I’m risking my life here. What?! Lonely!? Oh, come on the great Dashwood does not get lonely. Horny perhaps, but not lonely.”
Alexander Dashwood and the ghost of Austin Osman Spare
On a long dirt road out in the Midwest country side a black late model Mercedes sedan seems to float on a cloud of dust in the moonlight. The car speeds down the road kicking up dirt dust and gravel into a cloud that billows behind. As the dust cloud follows the car it forms into the semblance of a strange creature for a brief moment then fades away as the car pulls into an old overgrown gravel driveway that seems to dissapear into the woods.
The car pulls up to an old plantation style home dilapidated and appearing abandoned with a few broken windows here and there and trees and vines having had grown into the building.
The engine shuts off and the parking lights go out. The driver’s side door opens and a sleek high-heeled black shoe steps out and sinks down into the mud. She grunts sighs and curses. She slams the door behind her and stumbles through the mud up to the door. She uses her smart phone to quickly inspect her appearance. She brushes off her black women’s suit and knocks on the door.
She waits and waits but there is no answer. She looks around at the dilapidated condition of the house and face palms herself as she realizes the house is abandoned. She takes her first step down the staircase back to her car when a strong gust of wind almost knocks her down. She gets back on her footing and begins to head down the stairs when she hears the sound of the front door creaking open. She fixes her long brown hair back into its ponytail. She looks at the door partially open.
She steps toward the door, swallows, takes a deep breath and slowly reaches to the old antique rusted door handle.
The door violently swings open and she almost falls forward but catches herself and swings back up. She gasps as she sees the owner of the home standing in the doorway. He sees her condition and asks, “ Hey there, lady you ok?” She catches her breath “Yeah, you scared the hell out of me” She fixes her glasses and looks forward at the man in the doorway. He is a man in his mid thirties of average height and build yet devilishly handsome and remarkably well dressed in a grey suit with a black shirt, his hair long and pulled back into a ponytail and wearing a goatee beard.
The two finally make eye contact he smiles at her and she smiles back. She keeps smiling then she begins to nod he stops smiling and the look of curiosity rolls down his face. “Can I help you?” she comes to her senses and begins to speak, “ Hello, are you Mr. Dashwood? “ he looks at her with caution. Who is looking for him and why?
“I have to speak with him regarding an incident in which seven individuals had a simultaneous vision and your name came to us.
He Steps back and crosses his arms, “How did you find me?” She fumbles through her laptop bag and pulls out several papers. She stretches out the papers to give to him but he stands with his arms remaining crossed. She continues her story as she steps beside him and places the pages in front of his face. “We all had an automatic writing session that hit us all at different times, and we each got a portion of your address, see. She points to the chaotic and scribbled writing on the first page then she pulls out a paper napkin with spots of barbeque sauce and a smear of pink lipstick on the side she places it right in his face and he moves away in disgust, “This one is the one I did. It just hit me when I was at Denny’s having a Ruben for lunch.” Alexander pops his head out the door and looks around. He looks the woman up and down, “what’s your name?” A look of surprise explodes out of her face, “Oh my god I didn’t even introduce my self! I’m so sorry Mr. Dashwood you must think I’m a crazy person, he he. My name is Jenifer Collins.”
“Ok, Ms. Collins so are you some sort of psychic or magician or something?” She looks him dead in the eye, “No, Mr. Dashwood none of the seven of us are.” “You’re not?” “No, none of us have ever had any experiences like this before. I never even believed in any of this before.” He strokes his goatee beard for a moment and looks up, “why don’t you come on in and have a seat Ms. Collins’.
She nods and smiles as he moves to the side and raises his arm to gesture her to come in.
She steps into his home and stops dead in her tracks, “Mr. Dashwood, your home is beautiful!” She looks around to see the home inside of pristine quality and full of classical art and ancient antiquities from around the world. A large life size statue of the Egyptian god Thoth made of solid dolomite stands at the entrance to the parlor. A large globe as tall as a man stands to the right of the parlor next to a suit of black medieval armor. The armor stands holding a strange Roman style sword with a blade made of an illustrious green metal. She Steps out onto an ancient Persian carpet and he directs her to sit down. She sits down onto what seems like an old black with red leather art deco sofa in front of the fireplace. He sits down in the matching art deco chair, “Oh, I’m sorry Ms. Collins can I get you something to eat or drink?” She places her purse to the side of her, “Oh yes please I would love a cup of coffee if you have some.” He smiles and nods, “yeah I think I might like to have some too.”
He gets up and heads toward the kitchen “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, feel free to look around if you like.” She looks around the room and sees a vast array of arcane looking statues and foreign cultural items. On the other side of the fireplace was a bookshelf stocked with rare antique volumes of classics as well as strange and obscure looking tombs of peculiar occult titles? On the left side of the bookshelf it was stocked bottom to top of national geographic magazine from the turn of the century to the present. She couldn’t help herself and she got up and went over to the national geographic and pulled out an issue from the top it was from 1932 and as she started to turn the first page it broke off and started to crumble she quickly put the page back in and put the magazine back on it’s shelf.
Alexander comes back in the room with the coffee sits down and pours her a cup. “So Ms. Collins” she interrupts, “please call me Jenny.” “Ok Jenny tell me about your story.” She pours some cream in her coffee, “Well, Alex.” “Ok stop right there.” “What’s wrong?” “You just called me Alex.” “Oh well I thought we, because you called me Jenny and…"
Alexander breaks out laughing, “Ha, I’m just messing with you, of course you can call me Alex. Go ahead go ahead tell the story, I am interested to hear more about how I come into this whole thing.”
Jenny takes a deep breath and prepares to tell her story, “It all started one day when my friends and I all went to visit an old friend of ours from college. Our friend was living with her new wife from China who was a medium or something like that some sort of spiritualist or something.” He sips his coffee, “I see, so let me guess you accidentally summoned up something or what?” I’m not sure, We all came back to our friend’s wife’s house from the movies and the woman was freaking out and pouring some kind of bucket of oil all over the house herself, shit, all over everything.
Our friend’s wife claimed that she had come in contact with some books to summon some sort of interdimensional beings or something crazy like that. I keep remembering her say something about the old ways of the Mongols and the ancient beings and screaming what have I done etc. before stopping and looking our friend in the eyes and telling her she loved her. Then she picked up the candle and………..I’m sorry.” Jenny gets a bit choked up for a moment then takes a deep breath, “I ran back to my car and called 911.
The house went up in flames and had for the most part burned to the ground by the time the fire fighters showed up. I remember seeing something in the flames something not of this world.” Alexander pulls his e-cig out of his inner jacket pocket and begins to puff away, “So, how does this involve me now?” she leans forward places her cup on the table and says, “I’m getting to that this is where things start getting weird.
I received a package in the mail and it was a painting by an artist named Austin Osman Spare. There was this inside.” She reaches into her laptop bag and pulls out an envelope and opens it. She hands the contents to Alex. “The letter said that the painting was a sigil that could help us return the entity to it’s dimension. The strange thing is that it had no return address and the package seemed as if it was wrapped over 50 years ago. Oh and another thing, the painting is an original. “
“Ok, so you still haven’t told me how I’m supposed to be connected to all of this.” She leans back, “Ok, long story short, we did this meditation and at first thought nothing happened so we all went home. Then one day out of the blue we all had a random vision and turns out we all had it at the exact same time. In the vision we all saw a stone wall of a catholic cathedral and your name written in red spray paint graffiti on the wall. We all tried to look you up but you are like a ghost.
That’s when we had the random automatic writing incident and that’s how we found you. You know you have no web presence what so ever.” He smiles, “yeah, and I like to keep it that way, I always use a fake name online.” She looks at him curiously, “why is that?” He glares at her, “well it’s none of your business, but there are several brother hoods out there that would like to see me hanged, decapitated, and burned. You see, in some peoples views I’m what you would consider the bad guy. So I like to keep a low profile.
Now what concerns me is that you all had a vision of my name and were given my address through automatic writing and you think it has something to do with this painting by Austin Spare.” “Yes, and what am I supposed to do?” “I don’t know any more about this than you do.” She sighs and starts to get panicky, “You don’t understand I’m in danger!” He rubs his eyes, “what makes you think that?” She looks into his eyes in desperation, “Two of us have already died.” He groans, “Oh, for crying out loud!
I just got done dealing with a crazy entity I can’t get involved in your problems. I have way too many of my own, not to mention, if I leave the house, I’m most likely a dead man, so I’m sorry for your loss, but the answer is no.” She jumps up in frustration and starts to tear at the corners of her eyes, but I could, we could die if you don’t help us.” He jumps up and points his finger at her, “who the hell are you Lady?! I most likely will die if I do help you so this isn’t going to benefit me at all; it’s only going to get me killed! I’m not leaving this house to go get murdered!” There is a price on my head from London to Las Vegas to Lebanon, I’m going nowhere!” “ Oh but please you have to do something!” “Look, lady as attractive as you are I’m not about to get myself killed for you, so I think it’s time for you to leave.” “Oh for god’s sake Alex you have to help, isn’t there anything you can do?” He paces back and forth stroking his goatee and scratching his head, “UGGHH! Ok, Here’s what we can do, we can summon Austin Spare and find out how he suggests saving you all from a killer entity.” She leaps at him and grabs him in a grateful embrace, thank you so much Alex.”
“Wow, I must have been alone in this house for a while, because this is really nice.” She looks up at him, “what did you say?” He chuckles, “nothing, lets go ahead and call the other girls and we can get this whole thing going. But you can’t call them from here I don’t want my position compromised.” “Are you serious?” “Yes I’m serious, you have to drive into town and call from there.” “Why is this such a big deal for you is your life really at risk, what did you do?”
He sighs and points to the sword, “You see that, it’s an ancient artifact and there’s a whole bunch of people who want to kill me and take it.” “Why?” “Because I stole it from one secret society lost it to another and then stole it from them and then lost it again and it’s a long story involving magick and curses and I needed it for something and I’m not about to give it back because it’s the friggin Excalibur!” Her jaw drops and she stands dumbfounded, Is it really?” “Well I’m still not convinced but I believe they believe it is” “ Why don’t you just give it back?” I don’t think it would matter they would kill me just for knowing it exists plus it’s as magickal as Chris Angel on methamphetamine running around Disneyland in a harry potter costume.”
He stops when he sees that his statements confuse her, “It, amplifies psychic energy, the metal it was forged from came from a meteor and the sword was supposedly from the period of the roman occupation of the British Isles. The metal is equivalent in strength to 440 stainless steel but back in those days it would have been considered practically indestructible. Simply holding it and looking into the blade places you in an altered state of consciousness from which a skilled magician or shaman could scry into the other worlds or even induce astral travel.” He sees she is even more confused, “Ok, just go make your phone calls and please don’t say my name on the phone and have all the girls turn off any phones or devices before you leave your meet up spot in the town.”
She nods,”ok I got it.” “Good, god speed and be safe. Make sure you don’t get followed ok?” As she leaves and walks to her car a black mist pours down out of the chimney and up around Alex’s shoulder. He sees the mist out of the corner of his eye and jumps, “crimany! You scared the bejeses out of me! You gotta stop doing that.” “He looks out at Jenny as she leaves. He turns to the black mist as if it spoke to him. He shakes his head, “No not even.” The mist swirls around slowly. He pauses as if listening, then responds. “No it’s because they all had a vision of me that’s why. The mist swirls and shakes, "I know I’m risking my life here. What?! Lonely!? Oh, come on the great Dashwood does not get lonely. Horny perhaps, but not lonely.”