11-01-2020, 04:47 PM
Delia stands nervously after ringing the doorbell of this glorious mansion.
Her mind speeds past with a blur of thought and emotion. This did not feel right.
A well-dressed servant opens the door to the beautiful Detective. She walks in and
instantly all eyes were upon her. The ball gown she wore flowing like a river of
precious jewels. Her gorgeous blonde hair, styled to perfection, in long wrapping
curls that dazzled the eye as they fell softly onto her delicate shoulders.
Every man's Dream and every woman's Envy.
Approaching from behind her, the hostess of that evening: Victoria Meyer.
She puts her arm around her Dee and walks her forward.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, let us welcome the wonderful and lovely, Delia Delicato!" she announces.
The entire room stops, turns and releases a thunder of applause.
Vickie leans over to Delia's ear, whispering "Appearances, my darling, appearances..."
Delia is feeling the pressure of the mighty crowd. As her and Vickie make their way through
the sea of party-goers, Delia notices that each of their faces have begun to take on grotesque
expressions. Their features warping and melting like a macabre putty. The whole room takes
on a darkened tone, as though a gritty grey filter had been switched on. Could this be purely
from her nervous tension? Was this going to let up or continue to worsen as the night went on?
They reached the mouth of the dining hall, peering in Delia could see a long table that stretched
for what looked like miles, covered with every imaginable dish, enough food for an army. As they neared
the head of the table, Delia's eyes grew in absolute shock and terror! It was Gail!!
Sitting there in the Master's chair, replete with all the accessories needed for an evening such as
this: a magnificent gown, a sparkling tiara and one last unexpected feature...
The bullet hole placed in her forehead by none other than the Lady of the Manor.
Delia's insides were flipping. She looked around at all the guests who were pouring in as they
roared with a sick laughter. Vickie slapping her on the back, encouraging her to join in the
twisted display. She felt faint. This was not the night she signed up for!
Then, Vickie signaled the piano player. Delia glanced over to find yet more disbelief: It was Orville!
He very gently began tapping the keys in a slow-starting tune that already had every nuance of
a child's nursery rhyme put to nightmarish melody. The air took on a feeling of death. It was then
that Gail's body, raised by the many puppet strings attached, knocked the massive throne she was
occupying backwards and broke into a cartoonish dance. Orville's playing grew louder, darker as
Gail's lifeless body twirled and spun in a ghoulish performance of depravity. The chanting and clapping
from the mass of people pushed the volume of events into a cacophony of ear-bleed. More, more, MORE!!
Delia met her limit, her faculties had finally had all she could bear. She hit the floor like an overturned
gravestone, falling ever deeper into the abyss...
Suddenly, Delia awoke with a jarring shake. Face covered in sweat, her heart battering against
her chest. It was all just a bad dream. The relief that washed over her felt like cool, healing
waters from Heaven itself. She took a minute to catch her breath. And as if by cue, the phone
rang. Delia picked up, to hear her voice. It was Vickie.
"You ready for tonight, my lovely?" she said as Delia laid silent.
This was going to be a tremendous feat.
Her mind speeds past with a blur of thought and emotion. This did not feel right.
A well-dressed servant opens the door to the beautiful Detective. She walks in and
instantly all eyes were upon her. The ball gown she wore flowing like a river of
precious jewels. Her gorgeous blonde hair, styled to perfection, in long wrapping
curls that dazzled the eye as they fell softly onto her delicate shoulders.
Every man's Dream and every woman's Envy.
Approaching from behind her, the hostess of that evening: Victoria Meyer.
She puts her arm around her Dee and walks her forward.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, let us welcome the wonderful and lovely, Delia Delicato!" she announces.
The entire room stops, turns and releases a thunder of applause.
Vickie leans over to Delia's ear, whispering "Appearances, my darling, appearances..."
Delia is feeling the pressure of the mighty crowd. As her and Vickie make their way through
the sea of party-goers, Delia notices that each of their faces have begun to take on grotesque
expressions. Their features warping and melting like a macabre putty. The whole room takes
on a darkened tone, as though a gritty grey filter had been switched on. Could this be purely
from her nervous tension? Was this going to let up or continue to worsen as the night went on?
They reached the mouth of the dining hall, peering in Delia could see a long table that stretched
for what looked like miles, covered with every imaginable dish, enough food for an army. As they neared
the head of the table, Delia's eyes grew in absolute shock and terror! It was Gail!!
Sitting there in the Master's chair, replete with all the accessories needed for an evening such as
this: a magnificent gown, a sparkling tiara and one last unexpected feature...
The bullet hole placed in her forehead by none other than the Lady of the Manor.
Delia's insides were flipping. She looked around at all the guests who were pouring in as they
roared with a sick laughter. Vickie slapping her on the back, encouraging her to join in the
twisted display. She felt faint. This was not the night she signed up for!
Then, Vickie signaled the piano player. Delia glanced over to find yet more disbelief: It was Orville!
He very gently began tapping the keys in a slow-starting tune that already had every nuance of
a child's nursery rhyme put to nightmarish melody. The air took on a feeling of death. It was then
that Gail's body, raised by the many puppet strings attached, knocked the massive throne she was
occupying backwards and broke into a cartoonish dance. Orville's playing grew louder, darker as
Gail's lifeless body twirled and spun in a ghoulish performance of depravity. The chanting and clapping
from the mass of people pushed the volume of events into a cacophony of ear-bleed. More, more, MORE!!
Delia met her limit, her faculties had finally had all she could bear. She hit the floor like an overturned
gravestone, falling ever deeper into the abyss...
Suddenly, Delia awoke with a jarring shake. Face covered in sweat, her heart battering against
her chest. It was all just a bad dream. The relief that washed over her felt like cool, healing
waters from Heaven itself. She took a minute to catch her breath. And as if by cue, the phone
rang. Delia picked up, to hear her voice. It was Vickie.
"You ready for tonight, my lovely?" she said as Delia laid silent.
This was going to be a tremendous feat.
