Here is Shannon Hollender's beginning to a great story, which I decided to finish. So here goes guys
The Half-Story after edit/Embellishment
The Half-Story... ...Henry lived with his parents, it was a small two bedroom house and the basement wasn't the best of places to live. It was dank, dark and otherwise empty of furnishings. The dirt floor was shifted, loose and foreboding. All in all it was an unsettling place to be but Henry loved it and called it home. He didn't do it often but he tried to find a job and his own place to live or so he tried at least; every time his parents bugged him to. He really wasn't motivated to go. He had a warm-ish bed at night and a roof and food. He didn't need much more and so... he was set. Or so he thought.Now one thing you gotta know about Henry. Henry liked the women-folk... Henry loved the women-folk.Mrs. Peters, from across the street, now she was a bit of a batty old thing, but she never did like that Henry boy. She sat up at her open blinds all night watchin', thinking one day she'll catch him and be able to tell the whole town what an awful boy that Henry really turned out to be.Now often, Henry brought women by, many different women, different shapes, different sizes, even brought boys by from time to time. But Mrs. Peters never caught him with his blinds open. Henry never left the blinds drawn, he was a bit shy you know, but what was so strange, what kept Mrs. Peters watchin' was the fact that of all the people she saw goin’ into his place, not-a-one ever left.On a dreary night though, there was a light on in the cellar and she saw a sillowette in the window, It was a strong silhouette -- had to be Henry, and through the tiny cellar window with the blinds in front of it she saw the figure wielding a pick-ax, hackin' away at somethin'. Thinking she finally had him at his worst, Mrs. Peters promptly called the Sheriff. As she thought to herself "Finally!" she wondered at all the people Henry had brought into the house and all the justice she was finally gonna have dealt to that no good boy Henry.When they broke down the door, they found not a soul upstairs and the basement door was ajar. Creepin' down ever so carefully, so as not to be heard or seen, the police found themselves face to face with what they were led to believe was a murderous family of deviants. Henry, Ma, Pa, and a cute little colored girl wearin' a hot pink little dress dirty and tattered were all there on the dirt floor of the basement. Shovels in hand; face to face, all parties tremblin', Henry looked at the officers and wielding his ax said plainly "Let me explain."
The Half-Story from Shannon Hollender
Due: March 7, 2006
Henry’s hands were trembling, as he began to speak to the officer’s. “Look, my grandfather built this house about a hundred years ago. And you need to know a few things about him before anyone begins jumping to any conclusions.
Henry’s parents were nodding their heads in agreement, while the cute little girl sat unfazed by any of the commotion, while playing in the dirt with her own miniature shovel.
Mrs. Peter’s began rambling off some more nonsense while pointing and shaking her finger at Henry. Henry then reached into his back pocket and handed the men in uniform a very old, fringed piece of paper. They snatched it from Henry still confused of what was really going on in this basement. Henry watched them as they read through the piece of paper that had completely taken over his life.
You see Henry was very close with his grandfather, who had happened to die about a year ago from a mysterious illness. Henry’s grandfather also happened to be a very odd man, as well as extremely wealthy. Before his death he sat down with Henry to look over his will. Henry will never forget his last conversation with his grandfather that went a little something like this…
I have more money that most my boy, and soon so will you, but not without a price. I don’t want my death to be in vain, and I also don’t want you and your family receiving this money without some stipulations. In the basement you will find all of your money buried, in random places, and also at random depths. But the day I die I don’t want to be watching from heaven, and see you with a shovel and axe in hand, digging for my money. Instead I want you to go out and find people who suffer just as I used too. Guys, girls, young, and old, Henry I want you to help them. You and your mom and dad will have plenty of money, but please give to others who need your help.
Mrs. Peter’s snatched the will from the officer’s that clearly explained what they had been doing. But of course she wasn’t satisfied with what she read. She asked, “Why didn’t I ever see them leave Henry, why?” Henry snarled “because of old bitty’s like you who are always watching everything that I do. I didn’t want you or anyone else for that matter to find out about the money and rob our family”.
“That’s about enough, Henry,” the officer’s said as they started towards the door. “We’ll leave you and your family to your business, Mrs. Peterson I suggest you do the same”.
That night when lying in bed, Henry thought about what others must think of him, and just turned over without a worry. It didn’t matter what anyone thought, except for his grandfather.