Ken Calloway's House

[Hollywood Heidi]

Ken Calloway's House

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

A bright blue light glared onto his face before fading and becoming lost in the light provided from a lamp which clung to a wall a few feet away. His eyes shined white as the computer screen was reflected on the lenses on his glasses. Next to him a printer hummed and clicked while spitting out pieces of paper which he collected up when the last one had finished processing. Ken held them to his face before fanning them and taking in a deep breath then allowing a long slow exhale to be released he enjoyed the smell of the fruits of his labor then proceeded to stand up and walk over to the lamp.

Ken grabbed a role of tape he had left by the lamp and tore a piece off sticking it to the paper and sticking it to the wall. On the paper was a photograph of woman standing outside of the towns diner, she had a red streak running through her long brown hair, her clothes were tight and short everything about her provocative. Another photo was put up on the wall this time of a petite brunette her long hair flowing with the breeze followed by a busty nun. All the photos were obscured by plants, windows sills and frames of all sorts, the objects of all the pictures none the wiser that they were being photographed. A skinny woman with overly large glasses was the next to be placed on the wall, the ocean was visible on the horizon. He placed his middle and index fingers on the photo lightly caressing her figure while his lips begin to salivate. Ken looks upon his last photo her hair dark and long trash bags at her feet as she throws out some of the diners rubbish. Her uniform not as revealing as the other harlot but stained with signs of hard work. A wicked grin spread across his face, Gail had served him many times throughout his life if she only knew. Ken raised the picture to his face and ran his tongue from bottom to top slowly allowing the taste to sit on his tongue before sticking it on the wall with the others.

Falling back in his chair Ken smiled as he sat in complete silence staring at his wall of pictures.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

The familiar glow of the monitor lit up Kens face, a video camera sat next the computer wires twisting and tangling linking them together. Ken drag the mouse along the table top clicking at random intervals eventually making a video play bringing the computer monitor to life.

The video started with the camera staring at a door, closely, too close to show anything else until the door swings open revealing the room behind it. All the lights are on yet no one greets the camera as it moves into the room moving back and forth examining objects. Nothing of great importance is found and the camera continues to move throughout the house silently. The camera moves down a hall and heads into a bedroom, the camera pans over to a set of draws a hand enters the frame and pulls open a draw, t-shirts, a new draw gets pulled open and the camera shakes ever so slightly, woman's brassieres and underwear. The same hand reaches in and pulls a pair out randomly, a deep breath can be heard one of the videos first noises before the draw is closed again, the items not returned. The camera reenters the hall and moves down again stopping when a continuous pitter patter noise is heard, the camera shows the door slowly opening before moving into the bathroom. The noise is coming from the shower, the shower curtain drawn, the room steamed up and full of condensation. The light shows the silhouette of a woman upon the curtain her body smooth and curvy, her head tips back and the sprays onto her chest, her long hair falls back and her hands move up along her stomach. The camera rocks back and forth as a hand reaches out towards the curtain stopping mere inches in front of it, the fingers wringing against each other the urge to rip the shower curtain strong. The hand drops and camera makes its way back into the hall, then the living room before heading out the front door and cutting out as it makes its way down the street.

Ken leans back in his chair while a peaceful smile spreads across his face and the items he stole from the house being wrung through his hand much like a catholic would a rosary.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

Ken  finishes cleaning his glasses before putting them back on his face and pushing them back in place before clicking on another file starting a new video playing.

The screen turned a dark shade of green as the video sprang to life, it moved around examining its surrounds, a room containing a couch and chairs, a tv sat stationary as it was turned off. The camera moves onto a a wall and follows it up before zooming in and out focusing on clock on the wall; 3:32. The camera then moved down and showed the view few the window, dark and deserted the only thing occupying the street outside was the light from a neighboring lamp post. The screen then blurs before turning dark noises are heard before a light is eventually shown and a woman can be seen briefly, she is wearing pajama bottoms, a singlet and holding a glass of water, she disappears as the light goes of and darkness encompasses her. Stillness, after a few moments the camera begins to move again following the direction the woman disappeared to, the camera travels down and down a hall stopping outside of a door which is slowly pushed open.

The camera looks around before focusing on the cool curves of a duvet resting on the bed slowly, gently moving up and down while under it the heavenly creature slept. The camera moves into the room and around her bed back and forth covering every angle all the way getting in closer as her face enters the full frame of the screen. A half smile is worn on her serene face as she rest in tranquility blissfully unaware of the events that transpired around her. A hand reaches into the frame and brushes some hair off her face and behind her ear, the hand turns over as the back of the hand is gently brushed down her cheek. A low barely audible whisper can be heard while the camera never leaves her face.

"In all my dreams dear, you seem to leave me
When I awake my poor heart pains
So when you come back and make me happy
I'll forgive you dear, I'll take all the blame

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you"

The camera pans down the shape of her body suggest through the duvet which moves ever so slightly, the camera pans back up now showing her from the neck up, a thumb lightly runs along her neck then collar bone resting just before her resting at her cleavage.

"So please don't take my sunshine away..."

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

Again Ken sat alone in a dimly lit room this time messy around with some wires crossing, testing and connecting repeating until everything was satisfactory. With a needle and thread he then began to stitch the wires hiding them behind a piece of fabric each wire safely tucked awayed. Ken carried the collection of fabric and wires over to a sowing machine and began to work as the machine hummed and buzzed away completely his creation. As his creation took shape Ken held it up and a smiled stretched across his face from ear to ear.

In his hands sat a sack, not really a sack no not any more now it had dark deep set eyes and big sinister grin, Ken had turned the sack into a mask. A flick of his finger brought the mask to life, dull red lights began to glow in the eye socket of the mask which the slowly began to change to a dull purple colour before hitting a blue then green a constantly flickering of life within the mask reflected off his glasses, this would do, it would meet his needs after all the town was becoming a bit too relaxed. It was time Storybrooke got a new visitor, one who could fill them to the brim with fright.

[Hollywood Heidi]

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The clock, which has been stuck at 8:15 for as long as anyone can remember, began to move once again promptly at 8:15 p.m.


Several hours pass.  It is now the morning after the clock has started.


A few may have noticed the clock moving last night and those close enough may have realized when it chimed the 9 p.m. hour.  Others may have learned by word of mouth or not until they next arrived in town.

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[The Jester Of Tortuga]

*Early morning, the sun has yet to rise*

There had been so many new play things show up that he wasn't sure where to begin upon returning home after leaving a message for his Sleeping Beauty. Deciding it was best to take things one step at a time while taking drawing it out to get every last ounce of pleasure he could from the situation Ken decided to head down into his basement and begin to prepare things for his next... playdate. Ken sat at his desk while a small lamp illuminated the room casting shadows on his voyeuristic photographs. Ken flicked through some old magazines and begun tearing pages out and setting them aside into three separate piles for some unlucky souls still had messages coming to them.

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Several hours pass and it is now the evening after the clock started moving.

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The night passes and it is now Tuesday morning,

two days after the clock started moving.

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The rest of Tuesday passes uneventfully.


It is now Wednesday, October 26, 2011, early morning.


Three days after the clock started moving

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The rest of Wednesday passes uneventfully.


It is now Thursday, October 27, 2011, early morning.


Four days after the clock started moving

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Approximately nine hours later.

The early morning and afternoon have passed.

It is late afternoon of Thursday, October 27, 2011,

four days after the clock started moving.

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Several hours pass.

It is late evening of Thursday, October 27, 2011,

still four days after the clock started moving.

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The rest of Thursday evening passes.


It is the dead of night, when most are asleep.


Friday, October 28, 2011 has newly just begun.

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