A Fable

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(This is a true story: names have been changed to protect everyone.)

One upon a time there were two friends, Darla and Michelle. They lived in the same neighbourhood, had the same friends, and went to the same high school. Their mutual friends included this ruggedly handsome and incredibly brilliant guy named, Bryan (hint, hint, nudge, nudge, wink, wink). Darla lived in a ranch style house just inside the entrance to their neighbourhood and Michelle lived in a split entry further back in the sub-division, just far enough away that when she visited Darla at night, she would take her car.

One night the two of them decided to get together to watch a movie at Darla’s. Michelle drove over early so they could fix popcorn before it started. The movie that was on TV that night was a scary movie and it was the kind of movie that, for entirely different reasons, neither Darla nor Michelle would normally watch. It was their first time to see, “The Exorcist”.

Michelle pulled into Darla’s driveway and parked. A tall row of trees bordered one edge of the driveway right up to the garage and marked the boundary between Darla’s yard and her neighbour’s. She walked up to the porch, and rang the bell. When Darla finally answered the door, she went in and they started making the popcorn and the sun started setting in the west.

Michelle was a pretty level headed, intelligent person but she had reason to view “The Exorcist” as a documentary. Darla was a screamer. She was the kind of girl you occasionally meet who screams at everything. She screamed when she was happy, when she was mad and especially when she was scared. Watching that movie was a right of passage for them; a moment that the two of them would share and face some fears. It would have also been at least as much fun for Michelle to watch Darla squirm, hide her face and jump off the couch as the movie would have been scary for her to see.

The two friends watched it together. They watched the whole thing. Pea-soup, strange voice, twirling head, all of it. And it was scary. What Darla missed when her eyes were covered, she heard and she imagined and it only made her fear worse. By the time the movie was over both Michelle and Darla were on the ragged edge of terror. No one else was up. The house was dark and it was dark outside. Michelle needed to go home. A sleep-over would have been a much better idea but she was supposed to drive home and thankfully she only lived down the road. The two girls walked to the door together trying to laugh about what they just saw but still deeply scared.

Darla opened the door to let Michelle out and then stepped out onto the porch after her. She was going to follow Michelle to her car like a good friend and then run back inside as fast as she could. But they never got there together.

There was a sound coming from the hedgerow on the other side of the driveway. Halfway down the walkway both girls froze and grabbed each other. Darla’s eyes were wide open with fear. There it was again! Another noise and this time it was obvious that something was moving over there, just on the other side of Michelle’s car. Suddenly Darla sprang into action.

Take her!” she screamed as she shoved Michelle towards her car and the noise, and then turned and ran inside, locking the door behind her and never looking back.

The moral of this fable: a friend watches “The Exorcist” with you, a great friend allows you to sacrifice them to the devil in order to save yourself.

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8 Responses to A Fable

  1. Shelley says:

    so this is what you lie in bed at night thinking about.

  2. "Don" says:

    What a trip down mishawaka, er, memory lane. I had forgotten that story and have been chuckling about it all morning.

  3. hahaha. I didn’t picture this story to end that. Great! I was thinking maybe you were going to show up and knock on windows or something like that.

    What was in the bushes?

  4. brianmpei says:

    Shelley: indeed.

    Don: Mishawaka. I only remembered as I was writing that you had a connection to both fictional girls. That’s a story for another time.

    Andrew: I’ve always suspected a cat but ‘Michelle’ never checked. However, if she stops by and reads this she could fill us in.

  5. shellie says:

    I am laughing SO hard right now! Oh man, I had completely forgotten about Carla, I mean DARLA, shoving me, I mean MICHELLE, out into the scary dark night! It is so funny that you remember that part, Brian, I mean BRYAN! But the fact you didn’t remember correctly is that I WALKED to her house and I had to WALK all the way home! Oh man. Whoever that Olympic sprinter with the gold shoes was, he would have been left in my DUST as I ran home that night! I think I slept with the lights on for at least a month. That cured me on scary movies to this day.

    Yes, Andrew, it would have been very like Brian to show up and scratch on the windows to scare us both witless. And, no, I never slowed down to find out what really did make that noise! ^_^

    And WHO IS DON??

  6. brianmpei says:

    Shellie: ah, thanks for clearing that up, I’ll have to ammend the fable. ‘Don’ is a friend of ours from high school and ‘Don’ is as clever a name change for him as Darla was (geez I hope she never reads this). He is responsible for breaking a finger off your store’s mannequin – figured it out?

  7. shellie says:

    You know what the REALLY funny thing is?… I still have the finger!! hahahahaha! Yes, I keep weird reminders of days gone by. ^_^ Some day when I’m dead-n-gone, whomever has the unenviable task of cleaning out my junk is gonna find some seriously strange stuff! heeheeheeeee.

  8. brianmpei says:

    shellie: you kept the finger? no wonder that store closed.

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