The Haunted
by Atomicboy
Atomicboy's friend get more than he bargined for in a Chicago night club.

Fred, Ballus, and I walked into Baja with a the idea that this was going to
be a basic Friday night. I'd just gotten paid and Fred had just gotten paid
the day before, because he had one of those weirdo jobs that pay you on the
15th and 30th of each month. The night started out nice enough. For a short
25 year old black guy with a medium build I didn't do too shabby. I danced
with some girls and had a beer or so. Fred was doing pretty good himself.
He was a good dancer, you know, for a white guy, but seriously, Fred was a
good dancer and knew all the moves. He managed to get a few good dances in
with some nice looking girls. Ballus watched a foot ball game on the
television.

Around 10:30 I saw Ballus arguing with a woman. Everyone's eyes were on
them. The club was crowded and loud so I didn't know what they were saying.
Ballus was of West Indies decent, but spoke with no accent, like Fred, he
was 24 and worked out a little whereas I was just getting back into working
out. The woman was huge, like Denise Masino on some kind of super steriod.
She wore black spandex pants, a halter top and a leather jacket. It didn't
seem like it was a problem so I continued to dance with the Puerto Rican
girl who was gyrating all over me on the dance floor. I had danced with her
for about three dances and had just gotten her to give me her number, when
Fred made his way through the crowd, started pulling me around and said,
"Come on! Ballus is in some deep shit!"

When I got to the bar it was bad. A huge, muscular black woman was holding
the bouncer back as three strapping female bodybuilder types went to work
on Ballus. The first one who I had seen before, grabbed his hair and
hammered her fist into his face several times. The music stopped just as he
fell and another black girl  who resemmbled Rae Mokhtari, and was wearing
jeans, high heel boots and a T-shirt fell to the floor letting her elbow
plow into his stomach. The third, who looked like Kim Chizevsky with black
hair traded places with the first and also started hammering on his face.
The Rae look-a-like got up and started stomping him in the stomach. The bar
tender tried to go for the phone but the first girl snatched it and ripped
it from the box.

"They're gonna kill 'em!" said Fred running over to with me close behind.
Fred grabbed the third woman and  tried to hold her back. The other girls
looked at us. Ballus, was bloodied and beaten on the ground. His face
looked like someone had taken a hammer to it, both eyes swollen. "Stop!
You're gonna kill'em!" screamed Fred.

'That's what he deserved."

I thought back to something I was reading on the internet about a group of
muslce bound women coming into bars and strip clubs and beating men to a
pulp. But I thought that was some kind of new urban legand. "What did he do
to deserve this?"

"We followed him from the strip club. He was treating those girls like
animals."

"I'm sure he didn't do anything that he didn't pay for."

"It doesn't matter." started the first black woman.

"Nooo...I..." Ballus tried to speak but the 4th woman (who looked like
Rae), slammed her foot into his face hard, stomping it against the floor.
She then flung Fred to the floor and started stomping on his face and
chest.

"Let go of me fucker!" she said. Fred manage to moved away from the scene
as the other girls began to move in on him. At this point Ballus had
started throwing up from having his stomach used for a stomp dance.

The woman who looked like Chizevsky grabbed the bouncer in a martial lock
and slammed his head against the wall, cracking it and probably his skull
too. She then saw Ballus trying to get up. She grabbed his legs, spread
them wide, "I could kill you this way." she said giving his testies a good
tromp with her foot. Then stomped on his face driving her heel into his
mouth, his teeth being a force easily reckoned with.

I walked away briskly, took out my cell phone and started to call the
police. The girl who looked like Masino saw me and ran toward me. I started
to run but she caught up to me, grabbed my phone and punched me in the
guts. I fell to the floor facing her high heeled boot. She lifted my chin
with the boot. "Coward." she said, then shoved my face aside with her foot.
She stomped on my hand with the other foot. "You like that? You like pain?
I'm sure you've given some woman pain in your life. Who've you hurt? Who've
you cheated on beaten or raped? Who was she?"

"N-no one! I've hurt - n- no one. Please..."

"If you haven't you will, all men do." she said. I looked over a Ballus
only to see the women stripping him. The huge black woman whose body was
solid like, Yolanda Hughes, brandished a hugh thick dildo that had to be
about ten inches long. Suddenly there where sirens. The Masino look-a-like
looked up as the girls ran out with the club, Ballus was over the shoulder
of the woman who looked liked Chizevsky.

"Come on, Lana, let's get the jeep!" the Chizevsky facsimile shouted as she
ran out the door.

The Masino clone lifted her foot, took my cell phone and stomped my hand
with all her might. Then ran off. I had managed to move my hand just time
from it to meet the flat of her shoe, had the heel made contact she
would've split the bones in my hand with the heel of her shoe. The girl I
was dancing with came over to me.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You saw what happened. You know about as much as I do." I said rubbing my
hand as I got up.

"Who were they?"

"No clue." My hand was throbbing. The cops came in the front door, Fred,
the Hispanic girl and Myself ran to the bathroom and climbed through a
bathroom window. Fred didn't want to be caught in the club because he had
priors, and he felt they would try to mix him up in this some kind of way.

We walked around to the parking lot and all piled into our jeep and pulled
off. "We have to find him!" I said.

"No we don't! We have to get outta here!" said Fred.

"Hey, who are you guys?" asked the girl.

"You can call me Atomicboy, and this is my friend Fred."

"Atomic boy?" she asked.

"Club name."

"Well, I'm Allura? Club name."

"Well welcome to the fold Allura."

"Waitaminute, how do we know she's not one of them?" asked Fred.

"We don't and we ain't got time to find out."

We searched all around for the jeep but nothing was found. Allura and I got
exchanged phone number again.

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The next morning I was watching the news. There was a report of a body
covered in urine and feces found in an alley. The body had been beat so
badly it was unrecognizable. But it was a man. His ribs had been crushed
and chest cavity punctured apparently by a high heeled boot that was left
at the scene. The force needed to do that was incredible. I looked at my
hand and took a deep breath. There were signs of sodomy and other deviant
sexual activities. The police have no clues. "It looks like a woman did it,
but it's not the type of crime a woman would normally commit." said
investigating officer Ted Joust. I frowned and mumbled something to myself
and then called Fred.

"Hello," said Fred.

"It's me, Ballus is dead."

"The body in the alley? We don't know for sure that's him." Fred's voice
was heavy with fear. Just then my other line beeped.

"Hold on, that's my other line." I said. "Don't you go anywhere!"

"Hello."

"Hello!" said a voice with filled with terror. "It's Samantha!"

"Who?"

"Allura! From the club! They're calling me! Those bitches are calling me!
They killed that man didn't they!"

"We can't say for sure yet."

"Yes you can! You're scared of them! Who are they? They want your number
and I have no reason not to give it to them, give me a reason!"

"Y-you don't want me to die do you?"

"That's not good enough, because I don't want to die either. How'd they get
my number."

"Ohhh, shit! My cell phone! I program everyone's number into my cell phone."

"And you don't have a lock code?"

"Well, I did, but obviously they broke it."

"1-2-3. That was your code wasn't it?"

"No. Then what the hell was it?"

"4-5-6!"

"Stupid fuck! Where do you live? I'm coming over there."

"That's not safe."

"Not for you! And if I stay here it won't be safe for you either because
next time they call I'm spilling my guts!"

"I won't give you my address but I'll tell you where we can meet. Downtown,
The Art Institute, infront of the lions. Be there in two hours. Until then,
don't answer the phone. She hung up and I switched back over to Fred.
"Buddy, I have to go. I have your cell phone number in my phone, so if
anyone calls you looking to get your address don't give it to them!"

"What?"

"They have my cell phone!"

"Fuck!" shouted Fred.

"But they don't have your home number."

"You got Primeco right?"

"Yea."

"Caller I.D?"

"Yea, I don't like where this is going."

"Yea, buddy I was the last person to call you and they do have my number."

"You need to get outta the house." I said as I grabbed my leather trench
coat and headed for the door.

"I'm not leaving my home because of some crazy broads! They come here I'll
cap their asses!"

"And you'll go to jail and have the same thing they're going to  do to you
done to you by men."

"Shit."

"Hey, maybe it was an accident. Maybe they just wanted to hurt him real bad
and got carried away."

"They took turns punching him, with all their strength in the face, rapidly
and repeatidly. They were going to sodomise him at a crowded club by the
bar! One woman busted his teeth in with her foot. Both of his eyes were
black, his lip was busted some of his teeth were knocked out, was I the
only one that saw that stuff?"

I remembered how they plowed into him nonstop. They wanted to make him
suffer and Fred and I were going to be next.

-atomicboy@jps.net