From: Julian (NB Forever)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: The Bridge Club
Date: 12 Oct 1992 07:21:42 GMT
Organization: Computer Science Department at Rose-Hulman
Reply-To: waldbyjf@nextwork.Rose-Hulman.Edu
NNTP-Posting-Host: o233-18.nextwork.rose-hulman.edu

DAY 1

As I waved goodbye to the rest of my pals and headed out onto the lit 
set of concrete stairs, I again thought of our good fortune. And people
always said crime didn't pay - what did they know?

I plodded down the stairs and then headed down the hill into the darkness
and the path next to the tracks which would take me back home. As I 
reached the bottom, I could see my bicycle shining in the faint moonlight.
I found a tree to relieve myself against. Looking back up at the house, my
heart froze. I saw three black silhouettes running out of the house and
down the stairs quickly. They were heading my way. Panic took control of
my mind, and I stopped in mid-piss, fastened my jeans and jumped on the
bike. I took off very quickly. I pedaled more quickly than I had ever
before. My mind was painting pictures on the vegetation around the tracks
which only caused me to pedal even faster.

When I arrived home, it didn't seem as scary.

DAY 3

I was just leaving the house again when I remembered what had happened two
nights ago. Shivering, I dismissed it. It had to have been my imagination.
But as I boarded my bicycle, a quick glance behind me changed my mind
immediately. Again, three black shapes were just emerging from the house
behind me. I kept my mind clear, had to, it was part of my business. I
wasn't as surprised this time. I decided to wait a little longer, trying
to catch a better glimpse of the people. However, as soon as they were out
of the light from the porch, I could no longer see. I fled lest they 
approach without me knowing.

DAY 8

I got held over a little today, can't leave quite as early. I've been
thinking about those black shapes all week - what are they? why are they
following me?

Walking out of the house, I looked behind me constantly, watching for the
figures. They wouldn't catch me off-guard this time, I thought, with the
metal comfortably against my hip.

I leaned against my bike for almost 10 minutes, but no one appeared this
time. Must have given up, I thought. or maybe the squad took care of them,
heh heh. I called it a day and took off on my bike. Again the night added
to my imagination as I rode past tall grasses, the moonlight bouncing, 
allowing me to see faces almost...

I was focusing on a particularly odd set of yellow spots as I rode past
when suddenly they spoke to me, "John, you're late". My heart nearly
exploded as I fell off balance a few yards up. The yellow lights were 
moving. I could see a dull outline of a "body". As I reached for the gun
I realized it had fallen to the ground. I scooped it up, fired once and
hopped onto the bike, tearing off like a bat out of hell, when I hit
a barrier of some sort, which I didn't see. Thrown through the air, I
landed on sharp rocks. Pain tore through my left arm. It was then that 
the scene was bathed in light, and I saw the source of my crash. It was
one of them. He had been huddled, tripping the bike. Turning I saw the
lights behind me to be a truck. Safety! Sharp talons ripped into my back,
scraping my spinal cord and again I turned, firing all the rounds into the
black beast behind me and it fell backwards, moaning.

I collapsed, eyes closed, awaiting help from the truck. I heard footsteps
approaching quickly, and opened my eyes and smiled.

The smile quickly turned to a death grimace as I looked up. It was
Alduccio, and he was grinning from ear to ear. He was also holding the
heads of my companions dripping in a large potato sack.

"Got you"