TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES ADVENTURES
Scott SPACE ACE Oliverson
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A HAUNTED HOUSE? YOU KNOW THE KIND I MEAN. THAT OLD DARK HOUSE THAT'S USUALLY AT THE END OF A DIMLY LIT STREET. THE OWNERS HAVEN'T BEEN SEEN FOR YEARS, NO ONE REALLY KNOWS WHY. THE WINDOWS ARE BROKEN AND BOARDED AND THE SHUTTERS HANG LOOSE ON THEIR HINGES. THE SIDEWALK LEADING TO THE FRONT PORCH IS BROKEN AND OVERGROWN WITH GRASS AND WEEDS. THE TREES ARE GROWN WILD, THEIR BRANCHES BRUSH AGAINST THE SIDES OF THE WEATHERING HOUSE MAKING STRANGE NOISES IN THE NIGHT. THERE'S A HIGH VINE COVERED FENCE AROUND THE PROPERTY WITH A RUSTY SQUEAKY GATE. IS IT THERE TO KEEP SOMEBODY OUT OR IS IT THERE TO KEEP SOMETHING INSIDE? IT'S A HOUSE THAT PEOPLE AVOID WALKING PAST AT NIGHT...STRANGE SOUNDS COME FROM WITHIN ITS WALLS AND IT'S SAID THAT ERRIE LIGHTS CAN BE SEEN BOTH IN THE ATTIC WINDOWS AND IN THE GRAVEYARD TO THE SIDE OF THE HOUSE, OUR STORY REVOLVES AROUND THIS MYSTERIOUS MANSION...
Nights not long ago the SYNDICATE are walking home from the movie STAR WARS EPISODE II "Attack Of The Clones." The night is cool as lightning breaks through the skies. The wind begins to blow and the lightning cracks again as thunder rolls across the heavens and changes this pleasant evening into a night to be remembered. The lightning strikes again and illuminates the front of the old mansion...it begins to rain. Shredder, Baxter, Krang, Black Tiger and Valmont run towards the old house through the old iron gate and onto the porch for protection. Protection??? If only they had known.
KRANG <Complaining as always>
Shredder, look at that rain come down. Now we'll never get home on time.
Oh, stop whining you alien brain. <Glowers> Sure we will, it's not midnight.
But this old porch isn't going to keep us dry though.
The crimeboss & kung fu master studies the front door for a second or two before he starts pulling & yanking on the doorknob & handle in his attempt to pry open the stuck door.
Uh, what are you doing?
What does it look like professor? Trying to get front door open, no one lives here. We can wait inside till the storm's over.
Sounds Ok master, a good idea to get out of this bleep-blankity-blank rain.
Same idea I had in mind too.
I dunno, <Worried look> I hear nasty rumors about this place. This mansion is supposed to be haunted, no one has moved in, rented or bought this house ever since the original owners passed away.
Haunted?!! On second thought I'd rather not intrude on someone else's property unless invited first because that would be breaking & entering.
Breaking & entering into a haunted mansion? <Almost giggles> Now that's something I've never done myself or heard of anyone else doing.
As he talks he continues trying to force open the stuck door while the other members of the Syndicate look on nervously.
Need some help getting that s*** door open?
I could use some extra hands here.
You only had to ask. <Smirks> Step aside and I'll get it open.
Not me, I'm not going inside that house. <Still has that scared look> I'd rather stay out here and get wet.
I'm with him. <He too is afraid>
Duh??? <Surprised look>
Oroku Saki using his blades (those armor spikes worn on his wrists) to jimmy the lock on the door working it side to side, back & forth until he hears a familiar CLICK as the tumblers pop open and the door swings open with a loud squeak! He peers into the gloom beyond before turning back to the others.
There, c'mon don't be afraid. I'll light a match.
One match coming up.
Valmont's bodyguard strikes a match from a book and gives it to Shredder who cups it in one hand while holding it above his head to help illuminate their surroundings within. As the Syndicate step across the threshold they discover themselves to be standing inside a chamber of sorts filled with dusty furniture pieces laid about in various places. This is the Front Parlor, with windows that look out onto the surrounding landscape. Pieces of glass are missing from their panes, and they are patched with cardboard & wood, the curtains hanging down like limp flags in a still wind. A large chandelier hangs suspended from the ceiling above, its candles flickering barely illuminating the darkness while candles set in scounces along the walls cast eerie shadows along the wallpaper. At the far end of the chamber stand two wooden doors set apart from one another, both closed. From somewhere deep within the mansion an unseen person plays a grim-slow funeral dirge on a pipe organ, the notes traveling ghostly like through the walls.
VALMONT <Looks around in awe>
Well I'll be...this house is still full of furniture.
SHREDDER <He too is amazed by what he sees>
It's as though someone still lived here.
If that is so then what became of the people who lived here? <Curious>
Maybe they moved away to another house or manor elsewhere or they passed on leaving all their possessions behind.
But we shall never know the truth.
I was afraid of that. <Again he looks scared>
Lord Shredder, there's a candelabrum on that table. <He points to a coffee table nearby> Light some candles.
Good idea, this match is about to burn out.
Perhaps I can be of assistance.
He uses one end of his magic cane to shoot a jet of flame onto the candles set into the holder with ease.
Ta-tah! <Bows> A genius at work.
Very interesting, <Grins> even I couldn't do that.
Humph, <Frowns> showoff. <To himself>
Just then a ghost-like voice comes from nowhere startling the Syndicate who jump in alarm and stare around the chamber in surprise.
Who said that???
I think it came from that marble bust. <He points towards the source>
SHREDDER <Eyes wide behind mask>
Aaaaaaugh! Talking statue head?!!
Good grief! <He too looks frightened>
Let's get out of here!
But as they run towards the front door it begins to swing shut by itself and closes without warning, trapping the villains inside! Now the friends find themselves locked inside this manor with no means of escaping.
The door closed! <He runs over and starts frantically working the doorknob> I can't get it open!
Shredder, Krang, Black Tiger & Baxter just stand there with horror stretching their eyes and are unable to speak or move as the unseen voice continues talking even though there is no one present revealed as the speaker.
When hinges creak in doorless chambers...and strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls...Whenever candlelights flicker, where the air is deathly still...That is the time when ghosts are present...Practicing their terror with ghoulish delight...Welcome foolish mortals to the haunted mansion...I am your host, your Ghost Host...Kindly step this way...there's no turning back now...You will not be harmed...but you will not be released until you take a tour of my home...We have so few visitors, live ones that is...hmhmhmahahahahahaah...Our tour begins here in this ghostly gallery...
Just then one of the two doors at the far end opens by itself as if by unseen hands to reveal another room that lays beyond.