Sam and Colby: The House

46

I woke up at two in the afternoon to find the other side of the bed empty. I got up and stretched, then pulled on some shorts to wear with my sports bra I already had on. I shuffled out into the hallway, redoing my messy bun as I made my way down the stairs.

"That makes so much sense now," Sam said.

"What does?" I asked, walking over to the kitchen table where the guys were all sitting.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Colby said.

"Good morning. What makes so much sense?" I asked. I looked down at the table to see Ed Gein's notebook out and open. "Ah. The notebook that I had to go to the hospital because of. Thanks for waiting for me," I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just saw it and I—," Sam started.

"I'm just kidding," I said. I wasn't, really, but being mad wouldn't do me any good. I sat down on Colby's lap in his chair and looked down at the notebook.

"So what makes sense?" I asked for the third time.

"Gein was a body snatcher. He dug up freshly buried bodies from that cemetery, put them in that car we found, and brought them back to his house," said Sam.

"Oh, so that's why he had all of that jewelry from dead people?" I asked.

"Yup," said Jake.

"I guess that's why he only went to jail charged with two murders. He didn't kill the other people, just took their corpses," said Corey.

"Hey, should we tell the police about the car? And that it's Sam's blood on it?" I asked.

"Already did," Colby said.

"Oh, good. Thank you," I said.

"And I told Matt about the attic and the ceiling. He's going to check it out after we leave on Saturday," said Sam.

"Good. Anything else you guys found in the book?" I asked.

"Not really. We haven't read a bunch but a lot of them are just mainstream boring diary entries. Most of them are about his mom and how much he misses her," said Corey.

"You know, I'd actually feel bad for the guy if he wasn't a raging fucking lunatic," said Jake.

"Oh, there was the list," Colby said.

"List?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. It was his, uh... his plan, I guess?" Sam said.

"What was it?" I asked. Sam flipped through the book a little bit until it was open to two pages with a long list on each. I picked it up and read it, struggling to decipher the messy and smudged cursive handwriting.

Creations List:

1. Leather skin notebook

2. Blonde wig

3. Brunette wig

4. Fingernail scaled fish sculpture

5. Full set of bone silverware

6. Cranium hard hat

7. Tongue necklace

"Ew, okay, that's enough of that," I said, closing the book without even making it a quarter of the way down the list.

"So, he only abducted women. Did he ever...," Jake trailed off.

"Bro! Nasty!" Sam said.

"Tell me the thought didn't cross your mind," said Jake.

"It definitely crossed mine," said Corey.

"No, he didn't do anything with them except for cut them up and turn them into things. The police asked him about necrophilia. You know his reason for never doing that?" I asked.

"What?" asked Jake.

"He said they smelled too bad," I replied.

"That... that was his only reason?" asked Corey.

"Yup," I replied.

"Fucking gross," said Jake.

"What's fucking gross?" Tara asked, walking into the kitchen behind us.

"You don't want to know," I said.

"I'll take your word for that," she said. "So. Nessa, Sam, you guys still down to party tonight?"

"Oh shit, it's Halloween today isn't it?" asked Sam.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Yeah, I'm down," said Sam.

"Me too," I added.

"Wonderful. We should probably start getting ready now since it's a two and a half hour drive there," she said. "Devyn's setting up for our makeup. You ready?"

"Yeah, let me just get some coffee," I said.

"It's, like, almost 3pm," said Tara.

"And I just woke up," I said, walking over to the Keurig.

"And you're not one to talk. You practically live off of iced coffee," said Jake.

"Way to expose me like that," said Tara. I poured some creamer into the cup and held the warm mug in my hands.

"Alright. Makeup," I said, following Tara up the stairs.