The Things from Oslane Swamp:
The Incident at the Oslane Genetics Lab
Chapter 1: Heads
“John, I’m afraid that there’s nothing to investigate here,” said the construction manager, “Just because the construction of an office building was aborted because of a few missing workers, there is—”
But I never knew what there was, because I burst out, “That’s exactly why I’m here!”
“Well…” said the construction manager slowly, shifting his feet, “Just don’t say anything to the media. I don’t want to bring attention to the fact that there have been ten disappearances in one—” he covered his mouth. “Ten!?” I blurted out, “In one what?”
“Week,” replied the manager simply.
I turned away from him and jogged over to a dull, dusty lot. There was a free Jeep ride station in the middle. I got on a Jeep with nice leather seats, and stopped at the construction site. It looked strangely empty, but I reminded myself that it was canceled. I looked in the inside and was greeted by strangely red-tinted concrete, and big, enclosed, circular stone walls with bloodred zigzagged stripes. There were two jutting shingles on one that worked perfectly as footholds, and with the help of my hands, I looked over the wall, ignoring my feeling of overwhelming dread.
What I saw almost made me fall backwards and crack my head. There was a worker there, dead but standing up, with his head ripped off. That explained the red concrete. It was blood. I walked over and checked the others, my ears buzzing with fear. Sure enough, all of the circular rooms had workers who had met their doom in them. I spied a gate and headed for it. Fortunately, I was not standing on anything this time, because if I did, I would fall off so violently that I would kill myself.
There, staring expressionlessly at me, were the workers’ heads.
I ran out of there so fast that I felt I had broken the speed of light barrier. I burst through the gate, and slapped at the trees’ leaves kissing my face. I didn’t stop until I came to a place some 100 yards away. I was lost. Away from the warm leather seats of the Jeep, away from the sticky trickle of the poor workers’ blood, and away from the confused production executive. I walked/ran for another 50 yards of reeking ponds and Venus Fly-traps before I came to a strange building with an apparently airtight door that read
Oslane Genetics Lab
Seizing my last ounces of courage, I turned the ice-cold door knob, ignoring the shrill “beep-bop-bleep.”
With one glance I knew that this was like the labs in Frankenstein movies. There was no foyer, just two lengthy hallways.
“Alright, that’s it!” I said, turning, “I’m leaving!”
But the exit had vanished. Gone. Poof!
Chapter 2: Dash
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!” I yelled out the window. No one came.
I was about to look away when a big, hairy, bipedal figure caught my eye. It looked like the shaggiest, fattest human I had ever seen. Its eyes glowed scarlet and it had red-tipped claws on its hands. I tried hard not to consider that the claws’ tips’ tint was the workers’ blood.
I thrust a stick out the window.
The Evil-Demonic-Bigfoot hesitated, then jumped on the stick, splintering it into a gazillion pieces. I pulled my head out of the window and ran for my life down the right hallway. 2 years of Zoologist/Cryptozoologist training told me that Chimps (and probably Bigfoots) could open doors. Blood-spattered claws or not, this one was going to open the door soon. I caught a glimpse of a flash of ginger fur down the left hallway. I was glad I had chosen the one on the right. I saw a door ahead and kicked it open violently. I came into a grand, giant room with blue-tiled flooring and a stone roof. I noticed with horror that there was another door to the room, leading out of the left hallway! The beast opened the door. Alarm bells rang, and the creature was suddenly surrounded by a glass case. I sighed shakily and tried to get rid of the shivers running through my body (with no success).
I pulled out some dynamite from my backpack, lit it, and tossed at the glass case.
I ran out.
As soon as the door into the next room closed behind me, I heard a loud KA-B-BLAM!
I screamed, but then realized that it was probably the dynamite.
KABOOOOOOM!
Apparently not.
I tried to lock the door. It asked for a five digit code. I chanced it and typed in my password.
It beeped.
I guessed SPORE wasn’t it.
I typed in gene1.
The lock clicked.
“Phew,” I groaned. Was it getting hot in here? I looked behind me. A black gorilla/bigfoot head bared a mouth full of dagger-like teeth at me.
I ran.
Three sickle claws slashed out at me, but I couldn’t look back.
I ran.
I saw the door.
I opened it.
I looked behind me first thing.
The same style of room as before greeted me, minus the evil gorillas.
A voice spoke to the left, “Welcome. I see you have found our demons.”
Chapter 3: Secret
“Who the heck are you?!” I said, whirling around. A guy with wraparound shades, coiffed brunette hair, a red leather jacket with the collar up and khakis to match said, “I am Lexus Moorkuhn, CEO of—” KABOOOOOM!! “—v Inc.” Lexus smiled coldly. “I’d say that is our pet. You see, teenager, we mix and match DNA with Sigma Light®© Technology, which comes from the—” KKKKAABLAM! The doors rattled. “—army, and we need to send smart scouts onto their—” KABOOOOOOM!!!! “—s to get it.” The door burst open. I didn’t dare look. Lexus stomped his foot on some unseen button. The left wall exploded. “Go, quickly!” he said. I didn’t stop to chat with whatever had broken in. The wall closed behind me. I was in a broom cupboard with only an Apple iBook computer in it, like they use in libraries for public use. I sighed and hoped that this was not password-locked. I pressed the power button. The Apple logo popped up, followed by a blank desktop. No shortcuts. No documents. I clicked on the start menu. Blank. I clicked on “all programs.” My heart leaped. There was only one shortcut. “Marble Blast Gold.” What was a video game doing on an illegal genetic company’s computer? I double-clicked it. The start bar disappeared, followed by the desktop, and was replaced by the Garage Games logo. I pressed play when the menu came up.
The monitor exploded like a grenade.
I ducked.
I heard a GRRRROOW!!! behind me.
I threw the remains of the iBook at the sound.
HOWL!!
A humungous black Rottweiler with FOUR red, slitted eyes and ears was on my tail.
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