The Beatles Short Stories

A Beatles Halloween Part 2

Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you have an awesome day! Now, please enjoy Part 2! (By the way, this is a lot scarier than Part 1)
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  "Oww! John? Paul? Ringo? Are you guys okay?"
  "I'm over here, George!" Ringo said from somewhere in the sea of darkness.
   George struggled to get back on his feet, but eventually, he did. He stuck out his hands, trying to feel around for he was blinded by the blackness of wherever they now were.
  "Ringo, where are John and Paul?"
  "We're here!" Paul replied from behind the lead guitarist.
  "Hey! Do any of you have your flashlights from earlier? I lost mine," John said from beside Paul.
  "I think I do!" Ringo said as he reached into his pocket. Sure enough, his hand felt the slick, cylinder tool. He turned it on, revealing his mates. John and Paul were standing together while George was standing beside Ringo.
  "Where are we?" Paul asked as he also pulled out his flashlight.
  "I guess we're in the basement or something," George deduced.
  "I suppose so," Paul replied absent mindedly while shining his flashlight around the musty, dark room.
  "That was quite a height to fall from. Is everybody okay?" John inquired.
   George and Paul said that they were alright, but Ringo said his leg hurt.
  "I fell on it, I think."
  "Well, all we can do is find a way out of here," John said dutifully.
  "Right."
   They then began to walk around the dank basement, searching for any way out. It was silent for awhile until Paul gasped heavily.
  "What's wrong, Paul?" George wondered.
  "L-look," he stuttered. "Are those what I think they are?"
   The other three followed his gaze to find a pile of something colored yellowish white. Upon further inspection, the other lads discovered something quite eerie about the objects. They were bones.
  "Oh, my gosh! Are those bones!?" Ringo cried.
  "Well, surely not..." John tried.
  "B-but that looks just like a skull...and a human one at that, George panicked."
  "You're right, Geo. They do look like bones," Paul said nervously.
  "Well, who's are they?" Ringo asked quietly.
  "Why, the man who was killed years ago of course!" John bellowed.
  "Umm, I hate to ruin your theory, John, but there is more than one set of bones here. This isn't just one person, sadly," Paul replied solemnly.
  "Oh, my goodness! We have got to get out of here!" the drummer shrieked.
  "I agree..." John started but was stopped by someone with their arm around his neck. He then felt something slick and sharp press against his neck.
  "You're not going anywhere," a gruff voice said from behind the rhythm guitarist. "Especially not when you've uncovered my little secret."
  "W-who are you," Paul whimpered.
  "Well, my friends call me Jake, but you might know me as Jacob. Jacob Baker," the man with piercing blue eyes said confidently.
    Paul's stomach dropped at the sound of that terrible name. He glanced nervously at his mates who seemed to also understand why that name changed everything.
  "Y-you're the serial killer. Aren't you?"
  "So, what's it to you, pretty boy?" he yelled while pushing the knife closer to John's throat.
  "Stop!" the bassist shrieked. "You're gonna hurt him!"
  "Do you really think I care? Those bones over there, those are the bones of my victims. I've been at this for a long, long time. In fact, remember that man who was supposedly killed by his own fault all those years ago? Well, guess what? I killed him. Although, the police never caught on to it. It's funny they actually keep playing advertisements about me though. I suppose since it's Halloween and all, they think I'll kill again. And, now that I think about it, they're right!" he said as he pushed the knife closer and closer to John's throat, almost drawing blood.
  "That's it!" George cried as he charged towards the killer.
  "George, no!" Paul yelled, but it was too late. The killer pushed John down and was now holding the knife to George.
  "That, my friend, was a mistake," he said while smirking.
  "Please! Don't hurt me!" George wailed.
  "Oh, I won't...at least not right now. If I'm going to kill you I wanna make it as painful as possible."
  "Not if we get out of here first!" John roared.
  "John, please," Paul whispered.
  "Don't worry. You won't," Jacob said as he pushed George to the ground. "Now, if you'll please follow me."
  "Never!" John protested.
  "If you don't follow me your friend gets it!" he yelled as he, once again, held the knife to George.
  "John, look. He's got the upper hand. We have no choice," Paul whispered.
   John glared at the psychopath with fiery hatred. Finally, he gave into his wishes and followed. Paul patted Ringo's shoulder and told him that it would be alright, but on the inside he too had his doubts. Jacob led them into a smaller room, complete with chains dangling from the concrete walls.
  "This is your new home, for the next few hours or so that is. You'll be dead before tomorrow so there's no need to get too comfortable."
  "You are a sick man who needs help and I feel sorry for you," Ringo said.
  "Aww, how sweet! Sympathy from a big nosed shorty!" Baker replied sarcastically. "Now sit down against the wall! All of you!"
   The Fab Four obeyed and sat down. Jacob cuffed their hands to the chains while smirking maliciously.
  "Comfy?"
   Not one of them answered.
  "Good, well I'll be back in a bit. Right now, I need to think of a way to end you. Ciao!"
   He then turned on his heel and left, leaving the four Beatles handcuffed to the wall. George began to cry, which is what they all really wanted to do.
  "This is all my fault! If I hadn't  charged him he might've let us go!"
  "No, George, it's not your fault. It's mine. It was my bright idea to come here. Paul, you were right, it was a stupid idea," John said while holding back tears.
  "Don't worry, John. We'll get out of this just like we got out of the forest last year," Paul smiled even though he wanted to cry too.
  "I just feel terrible about it, though."
  "It's fine. If we put our heads together we can surely think of a way to get out of here," Paul said while trying to break free of the cuffs.
  "You're right. Let's think," George insisted. "How can we get out of here before he, well, y'know, kills us."
  "How about we..." Paul trailed as while scratching his chin.
  "I've got it!" Ringo suddenly exclaimed. "He has to have the keys, right?"
  "Right," they nodded in agreement.
  "Well, we wait until he comes back in here and then whoever he lets go first will attack him and grab the keys!"
  "That's sounds like a simple, but effective plan, Rings!" John cried happily.
  "Thanks, Johnny."
  "When do ya think he'll come back?" George wondered aloud.
  "How about now?" Jacob said as he reentered the tiny, dank room.
  "Look what the cat dragged in! No offense, Paul," John grinned.
  "None taken," Paul whispered back.
  "Guess what you four? I just figured out a way to send you to your maker! It's gonna be so fun...for me!" he cackled maniacally. "So, who wants to go first?"
   The Beatles looked just around at each other, trying to figure out who would be the best one to fight. They silently decided that John would be the best option.
  "I will," he said bravely.
  "Brave, are we? This just makes it even more fun!"
   Jacob then pulled out the keys and began to unlock John's handcuffs. John glanced at the other Beatles nervously. Paul nodded his head as if to say, "You've got this," and John nodded back. Jacob noticed this and said:
  "Awww! Brotherly love! Again, that is so cute! So cute it makes me feel like I'm gonna throw up!" he gagged.
   He then lifted John to his feet. John eyed the keys while breaking into a sweat. Just as he was about to make a move, he also noticed a butcher's knife in Jacob's pocket. He didn't know what to do. He motioned at the murderer's pocket and Paul nodded in understanding. John then 'stumbled' closer to Paul, causing Jacob to get closer also to the bassist. George and Ringo watched with much apprehension.
  "Oh, no ya don't!" Baker yelled roughly. "You're not going anywhere!"
   But just as the psychopath was going to grab John, something kicked his legs causing him to collapse to the floor with a loud "Thud." John seized the opportunity and dove down to grab the keys. Jacob, though, recovered quickly and jumped back up.
  "You think you can get away from me? That's quite a laugh!" he said as he reached for the rhythm guitarist.
   John was too slick, though. He slid out of his grasp and ran behind him. Jacob simply wasn't going to have it. He was quickly losing his temper.
  "Get over here right now!" he screamed while running after John who had now exited the small room and was now out in the openness of the pitch black basement. "You can run, but you can't hide!"
   John ran away from the voice, frantically trying to find something to attack the killer with. It was proving quite difficult to do so, though, because he could barely make out his hand in front of his face. He ran faster and faster until coming to a dead end. He knew if he turned around Jacob would find him, but if he stayed put he would quite possibly find him all the same. He didn't know what to do, but he did know one thing. He wasn't going to let this psychopath hurt him or his mates. "Think John. Think," he whispered to himself. He finally decided to turn around, but that's when the light bulb went off. While turning around, he tripped on something heavy, something very heavy. "A brick! I can hit him with it and then go get me mates!" he thought. He bent down and picked it up, ready for the impeding struggle.
  "Come out, come out wherever are are!" Baker chanted insanely.
"Oh, I think I've found you! Right, about...here!" he cried as he leapt forward at John.
   John screamed while raising the brick above his head. Jacob could just make our the silhouette of John with his hand over his head. An etch of worry found its way to the killer's face right before John smacked Jacob's head with the brick, knocking him out. John let out a shout of triumph as he stepped over the body and made his way to the small room that still contained his friends. Not without difficulty, he finally found the eerie room. He opened the door to find his best mates still sitting there waiting. Once they saw who was opening the door, their faces immediately lit up.
  "John! You're alive! And you've got the keys!" Ringo exclaimed.
  "Of course I'm alive! Here let me unlock you," he said as he put the key into the lock. "We've got to hurry, though, because I'm not sure how long Jacob will be out."
  "You knocked him out?" George gasped.
  "Maybe..." John replied with a smirk.
   John had now unlocked George and Ringo and was working on unlocking Paul.
  "Thanks for kicking his legs," said John.
  "Well, I saw the opportunity and took it, just as you did," he smiled. "Great job, Lenny."
  "Thanks, Macca."
  "Alright guys, let's go!" George cried.
  "Yes sir!" John replied.
   They busted through the door and out into the black abyss. Paul and George turned on their flashlights and thankfully they found a small window that led outside. Ringo decided that he go out first, for he was the smallest. In a few moments, Ringo was out of the window. Now, it was the other Beatles' turns. George and Paul made it through without much difficulty, but John was a different story. He got stuck halfway through.
  "Mates, help me!"
  "Grab his hands, lads," Paul directed.
   So, that's exactly what they did. They grabbed his hands and began to tug when John suddenly let out a terrible scream.
  "Didn't think it would be that easy? Did ya?" the same terrible, gruff voice said from the other side of the window. "Stuck there, mate? Here, let me help you," he said as he began to pull his legs.
  "Keep yanking, mates!" John yelled.
  "We're trying!"
   Jacob then stopped pulling on his legs, much to the relief of the Beatles. But what he was reaching for instead was completely horrible.
  "Hurry! He's got a knife!" Paul bellowed.
  "A knife!?" John gasped.
   The three continued to tug and tug. Jacob was slowly pointing his knife towards John's leg. John was very near to freaking out completely while the others pulled and pulled. Closer and closer the knife pointed. Right as the point of the knife was piercing into John's leg, a specific pull had loosened the guitarist up sending him flying out of the window, thankfully, leaving Jacob on the other side of the window.
  "Run!" Paul cried.
   The lads took off into the night, searching for any sign of help. Ringo was having a little trouble with his leg now, due to falling in it earlier.
  "Come on! In here!" George yelled as they raced into the woods.
   Meanwhile, Jacob had pounced through the window and was now chasing after then in close pursuit, knife clutched in hand. He estimated that they had probably gone into the forest and ran into it as well.
  "Do you think he's following us?" Paul asked breathlessly.
  "Probably," was the only response from John.
  "Hey look guys!" Ringo exclaimed.
  "What is it, Rings?" George questioned.
  "Those are car lights! Which means that the road is that way!" he said as he pointed forwards.
    The others nodded and they made their way towards the road. They jumped over logs and brushed through the bushes, but nothing was going to stop the Fab Four from getting to safety. Well, almost nothing. Just as they were about to step onto the road, Paul fell to the ground, obviously because of a certain someone.
  "You're mine now!" Baker smiled evilly.
  "Let go of me!" the bassist screamed.
  "Paul!" John yelled as he tried to break the serial killer's grasp from his friend.
    Jacob raised his knife and was about to stab him when John, with the help of Ringo and George, pulled him forwards and into the road. Car lights could be seen in the nearby distance as they scrambled to get onto their feet and off of the road. Jacob lurched forward, still trying to get a hold of one of them. The car drove closer, unaware of the five people scrambling in the road.
  "Please! Let us go, there's a car coming!" George screamed.
  "What's the difference? Either way you'll die!"
   The car inched closer and closer. Now, only a few yards away.
  "Oh, really?" John yelled as be grabbed his mates and threw them forwards into the grass leaving Jacob Baker in the road alone.
    Headlights blinded everyone, including Jacob. He shrieked after realizing the car wasn't going to stop. The last thing Jacob Baker saw was the blinding flash of the headlights before "going to meet his maker." The four Beatles gasped and turned their heads away, obviously not wanting to witness the horrible sight. George cried out, Ringo looked like he was going to faint, Paul looked like he might puke, and John just sat there expressionless. The impact of what had happened before him not yet sinking in.
  "John?" George whimpered.
  "Yes, George?"
  "Are you alright?"
  "Yes, I'm fine. How about you three?"
  "We're fine as far as I can tell," Ringo answered.
  "Oh, and John?" Paul spoke up.
  "Yes, Macca?"
  "Next time you say let's go do something 'fun' on Halloween, remind me to slap you."
    John laughed while patting Paul's back.
  "Trust me, I will. But, you have to give it to me, I don't think we'll ever forget this Halloween, right?"
  "In a terrible way we won't. Leave it to you to get us wrapped up with some serial killer."
  "You're welcome."
  "Not what I meant."
  "I know."
  "Umm, guys? I don't wanna spoil the party, but shouldn't we contact the police?" Ringo piped up.
  "Good idea, Rings," said Paul.
  "Well, once again, I'm sorry. I had no idea that this would happen," John said.
  "It's alright. Like we said, this was a Halloween we'll never forget," George said.
  "Right. Unforgettable."
  "Unforgettable, indeed."

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