The Adventures of Holds and Wayson

You Can't See Me

With The Invisible Man being released in theaters today, I have become inspired to write this small story about one of HG Wells's greatest villains and one of Universal Studios's most classic monsters. Enjoy.

We just needed to get away for a while and that was the truth. 

My partner and I had become stressed due to our lack of income and our ambitious bill collectors coming after us. So, we decided to do what any other normal human being with financial woes would do: We took a vacation.

We made our way out to West Sussex, to a village called Iping. Our little escape, I mean escapade, would eventually have to come to a halt as a snowstorm was heading our way.

We found shelter at a local inn that was owned-and-operated by a kindly couple who went by the names of Mr. and Mrs. Hall.  

Mrs. Hall was a woman of medium height and medium weight. She had short, dark hair that only touched her shoulders when she leaned her head back as far as it would go.

Her husband, Mister Hall, was half her height, half her weight, and half her age. His mustache was as thick as his wife's hair and equally as long. I was surprised to see the amount of hair under his nose did not push his head to the ground.

After greeting us and introducing themselves to us, the female co-owner, who had done all of the talking probably because her husband was unable to speak with all that hair covering his lips, asked us for our names.

My partner spoke up with pride. "I am Mister Samuel Holds and this is my associate Doctor Josh Wayson."

Within seconds, our hosts began to associate us with our counterparts.

"No, no," I started to protest.

As I began to explain to the couple how we were not who they thought we were, Holds whacked me in the chest with the back of his left hand. 

 "Quiet, Wayson," he whispered to me, "we might get a discount if they think we are famous."

His theory worked. After informing us of the regular price for a night, the kind woman mentioned to us, "But you two can stay here for free for a few nights if you'd like. The weather is atrocious and besides, it's not every day we get someone as famous as you two gentlemen here."

We looked at each other and winked.

I thanked Mrs. Hall and her husband for their kindness towards us and for helping us out financially with our get-a-way, I mean holiday.

As we were filling out the registry, another guest came in from the storm. He was a strange fellow. He was dressed in a thick long-sleeved tan coat and on the ends of his hands were a pair of dark brown gloves.

One would think he was appropriately dressed for the weather, but the top of his head revealed otherwise. 

His whole head was wrapped in bandages with the exception of the tip of his nose, which appeared to be made out of clay. His eyes were covered with a pair of large dark glasses and on top of his head was a wide-brimmed hat.

He spoke only a few words. "I'd like a room, please."

Mrs. Hall kindly obliged, moving the registry towards him and as the man was filling out the registry, she quoted him the full price for a night's stay. The couple did not give him a discount.

He signed the name "Griffin" on the registry.

When I noticed he had finished signing his name, I extended my hand and said, "Mister Griffin, it is on honor to meet you, sir. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is..."