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André DiMera
Guest
NARRATOR: Tonight’s story is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction. A monster had arrived in the village. The major ingredient of any recipe for fear is the unknown. And this person or thing is soon to be met. He knows every thought, he can feel every emotion. Oh yes, I did forget something didn’t I? I forgot to introduce you to the monster…
SILVER; I don’t know why you want to watch horror movies like that, Skyler. You know it’s just going to scare you.
SKYLER: No, it won’t!
SILVER: Okay. I’ll remind you that you said that around 2 a.m. when you come into my room because you’re scared of the monster that’s coming to get you.
SKYLER: Silver, I’m not going to get scared this time!
SILVER: Okay...
Silver sat down next to her sister on the couch
SILVER; I can’t believe they decided to make another Michael Jackson song into a movie.
SKYLER: I know! It’s great, isn’t it?
***
Later that night, Silver was asleep. Then, Skyler came into her room and woke her up.
SKYLER: Silver? Silver, are you awake?
SILVER: Well, I am now. What do you want?
SKYLER: Silver, I can’t sleep. And, before you say anything, I know. You were totally right about that movie. It freaked me out, and now I can’t go to sleep.
SILVER: Skyler, you should know by now that there are no monsters.
SKYLER: I know. And I do, I know that there are no monsters. But, please, let me sleep with you tonight! It would make me feel better.
SILVER: Okay. Fine. Get in.
So, Skyler got into Silver’s bed, and was eventually able to go to sleep. She knew, of course, that there were no monsters coming to get them. But she was wrong. There was a monster coming to get them. It was coming to get everyone…
***
The monster’s name was E.J., or as he preferred to be called by his first name now, Elvis DiMera. Elvis had changed in the three weeks since we had last seen him. He had started to grow a goatee. He always wore black suits. And, his eyes had a dark, shady look about them. He was a completely different man than he had been three weeks ago.
ELVIS: Rolf!
Dr. Wilheim Rolf entered the study of the DiMera Mansion where Elvis was sitting reading his business plans
ROLF: Yes, E.J.?
ELVIS: I thought I told you that from now on you will refer to me as Elvis, did I not?
ROLF: Yes, of course. I’m so sorry. What is it that I can do for you, Elvis?
ELVIS: How are the plans coming?
ROLF: The plans?
ELVIS: Don’t play dumb with me, Rolf! You know very well what plans I’m talking about!
ROLF: Ah, yes. The plans. They are moving along very swiftly, Elvis.
ELVIS: Good. When is the projected finishing date?
ROLF: One week from tomorrow.
ELVIS: I see. Well, work on it faster! Now, if you will excuse me, I’m going to retire for the night.
ROLF: Very well, sir.
Rolf started to exit the room when Elvis called him back.
ELVIS: Where do you think you’re going?
ROLF: Well, I thought, as you were going to retire for the night, that I would do so myself…
ELVIS: I don’t pay you to think! I pay you to get this job done!
ROLF: With respect, sir, you do not pay me at all.
ELVIS: I let you stay alive, and let you stay in my mansion here, don’t I? That is your payment! Now, get the bloody job done on time! The Armageddon Machine must be ready by the end of the week!
ROLF: But, Elvis, you cannot expect me to have it finished by Saturday night! It is already Thursday ngiht!
ELVIS: Well, then, you’d better get working then, hadn’t you? Good day to you!
SILVER; I don’t know why you want to watch horror movies like that, Skyler. You know it’s just going to scare you.
SKYLER: No, it won’t!
SILVER: Okay. I’ll remind you that you said that around 2 a.m. when you come into my room because you’re scared of the monster that’s coming to get you.
SKYLER: Silver, I’m not going to get scared this time!
SILVER: Okay...
Silver sat down next to her sister on the couch
SILVER; I can’t believe they decided to make another Michael Jackson song into a movie.
SKYLER: I know! It’s great, isn’t it?
***
Later that night, Silver was asleep. Then, Skyler came into her room and woke her up.
SKYLER: Silver? Silver, are you awake?
SILVER: Well, I am now. What do you want?
SKYLER: Silver, I can’t sleep. And, before you say anything, I know. You were totally right about that movie. It freaked me out, and now I can’t go to sleep.
SILVER: Skyler, you should know by now that there are no monsters.
SKYLER: I know. And I do, I know that there are no monsters. But, please, let me sleep with you tonight! It would make me feel better.
SILVER: Okay. Fine. Get in.
So, Skyler got into Silver’s bed, and was eventually able to go to sleep. She knew, of course, that there were no monsters coming to get them. But she was wrong. There was a monster coming to get them. It was coming to get everyone…
***
The monster’s name was E.J., or as he preferred to be called by his first name now, Elvis DiMera. Elvis had changed in the three weeks since we had last seen him. He had started to grow a goatee. He always wore black suits. And, his eyes had a dark, shady look about them. He was a completely different man than he had been three weeks ago.
ELVIS: Rolf!
Dr. Wilheim Rolf entered the study of the DiMera Mansion where Elvis was sitting reading his business plans
ROLF: Yes, E.J.?
ELVIS: I thought I told you that from now on you will refer to me as Elvis, did I not?
ROLF: Yes, of course. I’m so sorry. What is it that I can do for you, Elvis?
ELVIS: How are the plans coming?
ROLF: The plans?
ELVIS: Don’t play dumb with me, Rolf! You know very well what plans I’m talking about!
ROLF: Ah, yes. The plans. They are moving along very swiftly, Elvis.
ELVIS: Good. When is the projected finishing date?
ROLF: One week from tomorrow.
ELVIS: I see. Well, work on it faster! Now, if you will excuse me, I’m going to retire for the night.
ROLF: Very well, sir.
Rolf started to exit the room when Elvis called him back.
ELVIS: Where do you think you’re going?
ROLF: Well, I thought, as you were going to retire for the night, that I would do so myself…
ELVIS: I don’t pay you to think! I pay you to get this job done!
ROLF: With respect, sir, you do not pay me at all.
ELVIS: I let you stay alive, and let you stay in my mansion here, don’t I? That is your payment! Now, get the bloody job done on time! The Armageddon Machine must be ready by the end of the week!
ROLF: But, Elvis, you cannot expect me to have it finished by Saturday night! It is already Thursday ngiht!
ELVIS: Well, then, you’d better get working then, hadn’t you? Good day to you!