The Dark House   2 comments


Kevin001I was away on the gulf side of Florida for a week and haven’t written. I am back now so here I go again. Today’s story has some truth and some fiction. I forgot what corner the house with the black widows was on but it did exist. If anyone remembers the place let me know where it was. Now here is today’s story.

Sean and Harry had a rookie riding along on a midnight tour. The rookies name was John. He was tall, thin and rookie stupid. Unfortunately he would not acknowledge that. He had gone through the academy at the top of his class and believed he had nothing more to learn. He felt his mission was to teach the veteran cops.

Halfway through the tour Sean and Harry were trying to decide which of them should strangle the smug, obnoxious know-it-all. They were fast losing hope that they could get him to understand he had a lot to learn before he got himself or somebody else badly hurt.

Harry was trying to explain to John how he had screwed up on their last call. That he should just listen and keep his mouth shut on the next call. If he did that he might learn something. It was like talking to a wall.

Central called just in time as Harry’s frustration was growing fast and his patience wearing thin. The call was for a suspicious person in back of a house on Knickerbocker Ave. Sean groaned as he listened to Central give the details. They were to meet Mr. Carluda reference a male loitering behind his home.

“John-King enroute.” Sean answered.

“10-04 John-King.”

“Henry-Ida backing up.” Followed almost immediately.

“10-04 Henry-Ida”

On the way to the scene Sean briefed Mike about the house and its occupants.

“Mike, this is a very strange house. Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open. On this call do exactly as I say or I will kick your ass when we are done. Do you understand me.?”

“What’s so strange here?”

“When we pull up we wait for Henry-Ida before we go in. The place is known as the Dark House or Vampire House. It has three apartments, one on each floor but only one group lives in the building. We don’t know if they are a family or a cult or what, but there are a lot of them and they are all weird. All the windows are painted black. The occupants usually only come out at night. When they do come out during the day they wear long black coats, gloves and wide brimmed hats. They act like they are vampires, so do what I tell you to do.”

“Oh come on, do you really think they are vampires?”

“It doesn’t matter what we think. It’s what they think. If they cut your throat to drink you blood, who cares if they are vampires or crazy?”

As they pulled up to the scene Gerry and Bob in sector Henry-Ida were just getting out of their car. After checking the outside of the building they went up the stoop to the front of the building. Mr. Carluda opened the door as they approached.

“Officers, did you see them?”

“No, no one was there. Where did you see him?”

“Come in and I’ll show you.”

Carluda led them to an open back window and pointed to the location where he saw the man.”

The four cops could feel an oddness to the home. There was no electricity, the room was lit with candles. They could hear the other occupants scurrying around in the floors above them. The walls themselves felt alive. They seemed to vibrate and hum of their own accord.

Carluda noticed them looking around and said, “We have rats in the walls, sometimes they come out to try to eat our bees.”

“What bees?” Harry asked.

“We have hives in the attic. We keep them for the honey and make our candles with the wax.”

With that Mr. Carluda led them to the front door. Sean told him they will search the area and give the house special attention for the rest of the night. Carluda thanked him and they left.

When they hit the street Sean went up and down the block looking in doorways and behind cars.

Harry yelled “What the hell are you looking for?”

“I figured we must be in the Twilight Zone. I am looking for Rod Serling.”

Back in the car Harry turned to Mike, “Vampire Beekeepers, even Stephen King never thought of that one. They are crazy as hell but so far harmless. The next time they may not be. Tonight was very strange tomorrow could be very dangerous. They didn’t teach you about that in the academy did they?”


“That’s why you have to keep an open mind. We all have things to learn every day. Now let’s get the hell away from here.”

Sean called in the disposition, “83 John-King to Central Suspicious person 10-96 Gone on Arrival. Resuming patrol.


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  2. Kevin, I am enjoying your blog. Thanks to Nancy for sending the address.

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