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Helltown No more parties
The young married woman waited in the church for over half an hour. The small place of worship seemed empty, abandoned even. The ajar door showed people passing by, none of which even glanced inside. "Why would they, with so much splendor all around them," Tiffany thought.She heard her children chattering and Sam calming them down. "Okay, kids settle down and eat your ice cream," he said and popped his head through the door. Tiff collected her bag and walked over."Could you hurry it up, please? The children want to go sailing," he whispered. She nodded and got out. Next to the church was a gift shop with a young clerk. "Excuse me, can you tell me when the priest of this church comes in? A short guy, mousy looking," she said slowly hoping the girl understood her.The clerk blinked, confused and said in nearly perfect English, "That sounds nothing like him. The priest, here, is old and fat."The woman held in her breath. "Alright, have you ever seen a man that fits the description?"
Helltown Painful memories
When her children were still young, Tiffany opened the front door of her childhood home. She was winded and visibly distraught. Her mother rushed to greet her faking a carefree hello. "Tiffy dear, I didn't expect you so soon. How are the kids?""Cut the sweet talk. You know why I am here. Where is he?" she stated grim.Her mother shrugged, letting her lips fall down. "In the bedroom. But dear, please understand..." she uttered as her daughter rushed pas her, not giving her a moment of her time.There, inside the bed she used to jump in as a child, her father was lying, helpless and weak. A tube stuck out of his nose, while his bony fingers twitched over the cover. His milky eyes turned towards her and looked away, as if embarrassed."Why did you come, pumpkin?" he whispered through his dry lips."What do you mean, why? I wanted to see you!" she said, trying to remain calm."I'm sorry, I tried to stop her," Cathy appeared, ushering her daughter towards the living room."How long has he
Helltown Hell games
Teo's melted face looked up as his flesh was boiled alive in the center of the merciless spiral. Cassandra watched, cold and motionless."Now you've done it! What in the world possessed you to do such a thing?" Jane protested, wishing she had hands so that at least she could choke her to death."Let me enjoy this moment!" Cassandra said, watching the whirlpool long after all traces of his body were gone."Why? It wasn't enough that you murdered our greatest benefactor. Now you are just going to stand here and wait for someone to catch you in the act?" her inside voice yelled hysterical."Everyone we ever met is 4 miles away. This place is not only isolated by tall rocks, but the magma waves create a sound-proof barrier. He stood so close to the edge, in such a relaxed manner, that I overpowered him with no trouble. The moment was perfect!" she declared to the protesting soul."But why! You were laughing at his jokes not a moment ago? He was our friend for such a long time. He was Basi
Helltown The blame is on you
A few participants were stretching out their hands, unable to keep up the pace. One lost balance but managed to cling onto the rope with his fingers. A futile feat since the damned souls behind him were more than happy to trample over them, some even digging their heels with glee. Out of pure spite, the dangling soul used all his remaining strength to grab the next such prankster with his free hand. He pulled hard, making him fall into the swirling magma. Seeing it, the others were much more considerate for his predicament.Meanwhile, the couple was two-thirds done with the challenge. Using the short safety ropes, Basil tied their hands together. In that way, they acted as a counterweight to one another and they could slowly inch their feet to the other side. They balanced each other nicely, and, in case anyone slipped, the other could keep them going."How are you holding up?" Basil asked the trembling Cass. "Um, not bad. This just might work," she stuttered.Basil seemed pleased. "
Helltown Magic touch
A woman was ferociously scrubbing a small table in the living room. You would think life in such a beautiful house on a paradise island would consist of nothing more than sunbathing and drinking coconut milk. Sadly, the reality was far different. Every surface of this vast and luxurious house was spotlessly cleaned, except for this damn coffee stain. Wiping over and over, making her fingers hurt, she clenched her teeth, constantly turning towards the front door. She was in her late 30s, beautiful once, now only a shell of her former self. The man of the house quickly arrived. A greedy and hubris dark figure who had made a name for himself and became the leader in his former colony community. Wearing an all-white suit, he looked down on her through his thin golden glasses. The woman stood up to greet him. Slowly approaching, he gave her a peck on the cheek."Is dinner ready?" he asked, inspecting the room."Yes," the women quickly responded."The plants watered, and the dogs fed?""Of
Helltown No protector
"That stupid son of a bitch!" seeped through Basil’s teeth as he shut his eyes. "Everyone, pack up. We’re going home!"Cassandra and their servants looked up. Hot steam was emerging from the steep cliffs, while they stood on thin ledges, dreading every step. His wife approached him and whispered, "Are you sure?""Yes, I’m sure. It’s hopeless! We've been searching for an eternity," he declared and ferociously grabbed his head. The servants puffed relieved, eagerly returning to the safety of their quarters. "You need to calm down, Basil. All this stress will make your hair fall out", Cass said softly as they lied comfortably on their leather sofa."How can I Cassandra? Teo was the only one with the power to get elites eyes away from us. Now we’re an easy prey", he said, breathing in heavily. "I… I can allow another piss orgy! I just can’t!" She leaned in glided her hand over his strained back. "I understand. More than you know. But drowning yourself in dread won’t solve anything. We c
Helltown Fallen soldiers
A boot tramped a few strains of grass, followed by a multitude of slow pacing footsteps. It was night, in a dark area, devoid of all light except the full moon shining upon the gray tombstones. The group of men moved swiftly, silent and serious. They divided themselves into teams, the strongest of which carried a row of wheel barrels. Dozens of them rolled down a bumpy terrain, filled with clanging oval devices. The young men looked no different from those you would see in a bar or your favorite coffee house. They looked no different, or distinguished themselves from the rest of society in any visible way. They were lean and tall and carried themselves with pride. The youngest among them, a man around 20, was last in line. He watched them with awe, still in shock that they had accepted him into their mysterious, elite brotherhood. The leader of the bunch, a man whose expression made him seem much older than he really was, halted, signaling the other to do the same. They slowly put the
Helltown The devious plan
"Oh for!" Oliver uttered, rubbing his frustrated said. "Pay attention. You place your finger over the picture, like so and then swipe to the left or right to change the picture. It's that simple!" he yelled at a skin and bones figure with a white beard longer than his legs. He was one of many squatting around him, each with a device of their own. The damned soul looked at him with his milky eyes and tried to do as instructed. The newcomer growled irritated. "No! Don't move your figure from the glass. Keep it on," he said, grabbing the ancient man's hand and accidentally breaking off his index finger. "Um, sorry about that," Oliver uttered as the man hissed at him. In the meantime, the hog convoy was entering the city gates. They were greeted by Basil and his work buddies. In their hands, they had pens and notebooks, ready to list all the earthly cargo. Once the job was done, Basil took two and went home. An oval glass device placed in a metal casing was dropped on the living room ta