Snake Face presents...
THE CANNIBAL
THEME SONG m.youtube.com/watch?v=uwNTQO50bQE
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NORTHERN ALASKA, WEST OF DEADHORSE
SPINELLI FAMILY LODGE
SUNDAY, 5:30 P.M. DECEMBER 27, 2015
Mark Spinelli delicately stepped down the broad wooden staircase that lead up to the second floor.The fire place was ablaze with a warm comforting fire, the lights were on all over the entire lodge, it had been swept and mopped and Mark had done a fine job of straightening up and ensuring the lodge looked it's finest.
He clapped his hands once as he admired the comforting feel of the lodge and headed over toward the telephone hanging from the wall by the kitchen doorway.
He grabbed up the receiver and rapidly punched in a number as he began whistling to himself, the dial tone picked up as he continued to whistle away Yankee Doodle.
After five rings an older man's voice answered.
"Hello?"
Mark responded,"Hey pops, just calling to let you know everything's doing good.I got the whole place cleaned up and looking crisper than a pine cone in the spring time."
"Okay,"his dad replied,"have your friends arrived yet?"
"Not yet.They all said they were catching their flights around the afternoon so they'll probably be here around seven or so.Local time."
"Did you give them good directions?"Asked Mr.Spinelli.
"Yep,emailed them all a map with a highlighted route to the lodge."Mark responded.
"Okay good,"Mr.Spinelli said,"well you kids have fun, Ive got to go now, I've got patients to deal with.Call me on Sunday."
Mark responded,"Sure thing pops, call you on Wednesday.Bye."
"Bye."
The phone clicked as Mark hung up.
He headed over to the door and made sure it was unlocked,which it was, he snapped his fingers and skipped off toward the kitchen.
A fresh pot of coffee was made and a tray of pizza rolls was heating in the oven, he slipped on a pair of oven mitts and slid the tray out, they were soft and well cooked and the smell of pepperoni and melted mozzarella made his stomach rumble.
"Perfect."He said as he sat the tray stop the stove and closed the oven door.
As he was taking the oven mitts off the phone rang, he tossed the mitts onto the counter and whirled around and headed out of the kitchen to answer it, not even noticing the dark figure standing just outside the window wearing a black coat with the hood pulled over their head, the ominous figure stared into the window for a minute, then turned and went traipsing off into the dense forest behind them, crunching through the thick layer of snow on the ground.
"Okay thanks, I will mom, love you too."Mark said as he hung up the phone.
He looked at the massive grandfather clock sitting against the far wall, which said it was ten till six.
I hope everyone gets here soon, the sooner the better.He thought to himself.
He dropped down onto the massive seven foot couch and began playing Angry Birds on his phone as he waited for everyone to arrive.
THE CANNIBAL
THEME SONG m.youtube.com/watch?v=uwNTQO50bQE
__________________________________________________________
NORTHERN ALASKA, WEST OF DEADHORSE
SPINELLI FAMILY LODGE
SUNDAY, 5:30 P.M. DECEMBER 27, 2015
Mark Spinelli delicately stepped down the broad wooden staircase that lead up to the second floor.The fire place was ablaze with a warm comforting fire, the lights were on all over the entire lodge, it had been swept and mopped and Mark had done a fine job of straightening up and ensuring the lodge looked it's finest.
He clapped his hands once as he admired the comforting feel of the lodge and headed over toward the telephone hanging from the wall by the kitchen doorway.
He grabbed up the receiver and rapidly punched in a number as he began whistling to himself, the dial tone picked up as he continued to whistle away Yankee Doodle.
After five rings an older man's voice answered.
"Hello?"
Mark responded,"Hey pops, just calling to let you know everything's doing good.I got the whole place cleaned up and looking crisper than a pine cone in the spring time."
"Okay,"his dad replied,"have your friends arrived yet?"
"Not yet.They all said they were catching their flights around the afternoon so they'll probably be here around seven or so.Local time."
"Did you give them good directions?"Asked Mr.Spinelli.
"Yep,emailed them all a map with a highlighted route to the lodge."Mark responded.
"Okay good,"Mr.Spinelli said,"well you kids have fun, Ive got to go now, I've got patients to deal with.Call me on Sunday."
Mark responded,"Sure thing pops, call you on Wednesday.Bye."
"Bye."
The phone clicked as Mark hung up.
He headed over to the door and made sure it was unlocked,which it was, he snapped his fingers and skipped off toward the kitchen.
A fresh pot of coffee was made and a tray of pizza rolls was heating in the oven, he slipped on a pair of oven mitts and slid the tray out, they were soft and well cooked and the smell of pepperoni and melted mozzarella made his stomach rumble.
"Perfect."He said as he sat the tray stop the stove and closed the oven door.
As he was taking the oven mitts off the phone rang, he tossed the mitts onto the counter and whirled around and headed out of the kitchen to answer it, not even noticing the dark figure standing just outside the window wearing a black coat with the hood pulled over their head, the ominous figure stared into the window for a minute, then turned and went traipsing off into the dense forest behind them, crunching through the thick layer of snow on the ground.
"Okay thanks, I will mom, love you too."Mark said as he hung up the phone.
He looked at the massive grandfather clock sitting against the far wall, which said it was ten till six.
I hope everyone gets here soon, the sooner the better.He thought to himself.
He dropped down onto the massive seven foot couch and began playing Angry Birds on his phone as he waited for everyone to arrive.