The Devil's in My Bathroom
Eddie Latiolais
The Devil’s in My Bathroom
Eddie Latiolais
Copyright © 2015 by Eddie Latiolais
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This is a work of fiction. Names, character, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Prologue: The History of New Lake City
Chapter One: Waking Up is Hard to Do
Chapter Two: Bawling Benny
Chapter Three: The Devil’s Triangle
Chapter Four: Dynamic Debbie
Chapter Five: Bumbled Beginnings
Chapter Six: Pizza for All
Chapter Seven: Elderberry Whine
Chapter Eight: The Cassette Tape
Chapter Nine: 70’s Flashback
Chapter Ten: Sergeant Pepper
Chapter Eleven: Stormy Monday
Chapter Twelve: Don’t Touch Gerome
Chapter Thirteen: The Name Game
Chapter Fourteen: Mr. Rogers
Chapter Fifteen: Lights Out
Chapter Sixteen: Balls and Burgers
Chapter Seventeen: Nick and the Smart Hookers
Chapter Eighteen: Like a Fine Wine
Chapter Nineteen: The Journey Begins
Chapter Twenty: Such Nice Boys
Chapter Twenty-One: Line, Please
Chapter Twenty-Two: Sweet Shanice
Chapter Twenty-Three: The Dark Seduction
Chapter Twenty-Four: You Talking to Me?
Chapter Twenty-Five: Genuine Blues
Chapter Twenty-Six: Little Italy, Big Meal
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Peanut Butter Kisses
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Kitchen Help
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Hot Sand
Chapter Thirty: Sail On, Sailor
Chapter Thirty-One: Mama’s Been Around
Chapter Thirty-Two: Getting Some
Chapter Thirty-Three: The Godfather XVI
Chapter Thirty-Four: Andie Learns the Game
Chapter Thirty-Five: Holiday Inn Hell
Chapter Thirty-Six: Fire and Water DO Mix
Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Sultry Songstress
Chapter Thirty-Eight: In the Land of Oz
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Know Where You Got Your Shoes
Chapter Forty: When in Gerome
Chapter Forty-One: The Conning Linguist
Chapter Forty-Two: The Grand Pooper Scooper
Chapter Forty-Three: Who Says You Can’t Go Home
Chapter Forty-Four: Sixteen Good Reasons
Chapter Forty-Five: Bless Me Father
Chapter Forty-Six: Tragedy in New Lake
Chapter Forty-Seven: Satan’s Girlfriend
Chapter Forty-Eight: All the Ducks in a Row
Chapter Forty-Nine: Bottom’s Out
Chapter Fifty: Jamaica Me Crazy
Chapter Fifty-One: Naked
Chapter Fifty-Two: Kat Calling
Chapter Fifty-Three: Mile High Demon
Chapter Fifty-Four: Bleached Blonde Bombshell
Chapter Fifty-Five: Love Blender
Chapter Fifty-Six: Song Stuck in Your Head
Chapter Fifty-Seven: Hey Bartender
Chapter Fifty-Eight: Great Balls of Fire
Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Hand Out
Chapter Sixty: The Rolls Royce
Chapter Sixty-One: Camera One, Camera Two
Chapter Sixty-Two: Flat-line
Chapter Sixty-Three: Hospitable Nick
Chapter Sixty-Four: Kat Nipped
Chapter Sixty-Five: Love and Hate
Chapter Sixty-Six: All Hell Breaks Loose
About the Author
Prologue: The History of New Lake City
In 1859, Bartholomew Rollins, an aspiring young explorer, decided to move somewhere – anywhere - west of the Mississippi River. He was determined to escape from the turmoil of the impending Civil War. With the dream of creating a perfect paradise, he set out on foot with a loaded backpack. He was an adventurous trailblazer. He was a profound visionary. He was a lousy explorer. He spent months lost beyond belief. One day, he came across a beautiful, serene lake. It bore no resemblance to the life he left behind. He saw no signs of inhabitants and decided that this would be the place to start his project. There was one problem – he had no idea where he was. He spent the next day creating a temporary residence for himself. After gathering some food items to get him through the next few days, he saw a man and a woman in the woods coming towards him. Instead of reaching for his gun, Bartholomew extended his hand towards the couple. They were happy to see a friendly face. The man introduced himself as Martin Ratzenburger. He was a Jewish immigrant who had been ostracized by his people for marrying his wife, Mary Elizabeth, who was a former nun. They were looking for the same utopia as Bartholomew.
Unlike Bartholomew, the Ratzenburgers had a good idea where they were. Martin was a lawyer who practiced territorial law and knew the area was unclaimed. There were no maps or records showing this lake ever existed. Together, all three started a small community around the lake. A Native American by the name of Black Sheep soon discovered this new haven. He was sensitive to their project. His own tribe ousted him for breaking bread with a white man. He knew the area well but had never seen this lake before. Together, they were able to spread the word about their community. Before long, many people of all races and nationalities inhabited the land around the discovered lake. It was named New Lake Township and Bartholomew Rollins was elected as the mayor. The area encircling the lake became overcrowded in a short amount time. Bartholomew and Martin decided to expand the living territory. There was one part of the lake where no one had staked a claim. It had a tiny creek, which fed into the lake, covered by thick brush of vines and poison ivy. They ventured out one day with their machetes. They had chopped away for about a mile when they came across a cabin in the thick of the woods. They had crept up to the front door when they heard an eerie voice come from behind them.
“What in the hell are you doing on my property?” asked the tall, shady figure.
Bartholomew retained his composure and replied, “My name is Bartholomew Rollins. I’m the mayor of New Lake Township.”
“So, you are the one to blame for that abomination,” complained the man.
“That’s not quite the words I would use to describe it.”
“Well, I certainly do. I was perfectly content living here by myself. Now, you come along with your rainbow of families, destroying everything I’ve been working on.”
“My apologies, Mr. – I didn’t get your name.”
“My name is Ivan Mephesto Deville. This is my property. You must leave, now. My plan does not call for people like you living here.”
“But, wouldn’t you consider joining our community?” asked Martin.
“Yes, wouldn’t you? We could use an experienced trapper like you,” added Bartholomew.
“I never said I was a trapper. What makes you believe that?”
“I could tell by all those bones you have stacked up there near the corner of your cabin,” said Bartholomew, as he poin
ted to the pile. He assumed they were animal bones.
“I would like you to leave, now,” Deville declared.
“But, won’t you even consider…”
Bartholomew was interrupted before he could finish.
“I said, leave, now,” The eyes of I. M. Deville seemed to catch on fire as he robbed the machete from the grasp of Bartholomew, and with one sweeping motion – he cut off the head of Bartholomew Rollins. Martin raised his own machete in feeble attempt to fight back. Deville swung and hit Ratzenburger, chopping off the hand, which was holding the indefensible weapon. Martin ran as fast as possible. He gathered a posse of fifty men and they hurried back to the cabin. When they arrived, all traces of Deville were gone. The cabin was empty, the pile of bones was gone, and the head of Bartholomew Rollins was gone as well. All that remained was the headless body, which lay still next to Ratzenburger’s severed hand.
“With Moses as my witness,” proclaimed the enraged Ratzenburger, “I will someday avenge the death of this great man – the founder of our community. His vision will not die with him” He claimed the cabin and land as his own. He burned down the cabin and named the oversized ditch Deville Creek. He wanted the name to be remembered as a constant reminder of the evil that existed among them.
The ensuing years were not kind to Martin Ratzenburger. Even after becoming the new mayor of New Lake Township and becoming the father of two sons – he couldn’t live with the guilt of seeing Bartholomew Rollins die in front of him. He also knew he wouldn’t be able to find I. M. Deville in his lifetime. The shame he felt for not being able to save his friend’s life was unbearable. He hung himself from a tree on the same spot Rollins was murdered. In his suicide note, he reinstated his vow to seek vengeance for Rollins’ death. He also proclaimed that in his afterlife, he would rid the town of evil.
New Lake Township prospered after the Civil War. Many years later, a university was founded and named after Bartholomew Rollins. The town grew by leaps and bounds into the new century. It thrived through WWI, the Great Depression, and WWII. It became New Lake City in 1959, in honor of the city’s Centennial. It always managed to stay in virtual obscurity compared to other great cities in the county. By 1990, the population had reached 350,000. In a survey of the nations top high school honor students, only five percent knew what state New Lake City was located. A top-rated law firm, Rollins University, and a somewhat famed record company were the only things that distinguished New Lake City from any other cookie cutter metropolis. Throughout all the years, there remained an ominous feeling of evil trying to control the city.
