Chapter 1 of Indiana Jones and the Psycho

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Chapter 1

1958

    Indiana Jones was driving down a California road looking for a place to stay the night to rest his tired old eyes. His father had warned him it would be wise not to take this trip, but he thought he should; it was a rare occasion when such a discovery of this capacity would be made and he felt he needed to take the trip.

    The aging Indiana continued driving down the dusty dirt road, the moonlight lighting his way. He grumbled as he looked down at his map; he was about to have to make a turn he was looking for the correct way to go on the map. His eyes closed for a moment, only for a moment but enough for another car to be coming down the street. He opened his eyes to a loud car horn. He jerked his car to the side spinning off the street - when his car finally stopped he realized he had gotten off the road and was lost. He began driving again until he found his way back on to the street. He was now lost and confused; his eyes kept wanting to close to sleep.

    "Damn," Indy exclaimed.

    He kept going, though; he was about to close his eyes again to fall to sleep when suddenly a small motel appeared ahead; behind the motel was a small house. The sign next to the motel read "Bates Motel". He thought what the hell, pulled over and got out of the car. He walked to the front desk, but no one was there.

    He began to walk back outside when he saw a tall young man walk from the house. He saw Indy standing there and began to run towards him.

    "Can I help you sir?" the young man asked.

    "Yes. I would like a room for the night," Indiana grumbled.

    "Okay, follow me to my office. My name is Bates… Norman Bates. My mother owns this motel," Norman said while leading him into his office.

    "Really?"

    "Yes… hey, are you lost sir?"

    "Yeah."

    "I thought so. The only people who come here are usually lost," Bates said.

    "Hmm," he grumbled in a low voice while signing in, then waited for Norman Bates to take him to his room.

    As they walked to the room Indiana inquired, "So you live with your mother?"

    "Yes."

    "Why haven't you gotten married? It almost sounds pathetic?"

    Bates made a silent grunt then looked at his visitor with evil eyes. "A boy's best friend is his mother!"

    "Well, I mean if I were you I would move out, put her in padded walls and go somewhere nice."

    He made another evil look and gave an equally evil grin. "Well my mother needs help. I could never put her in a nut house."

    "Oh well."

    "Well sir here here is your room. The bed is there" Bates indicated to Indy as he pointed at the bed. "There is a closet and bathroom here. We have some notepads with the name 'Bates' printed on them… just in case you want to write your friends and make them jealous." He grinned, pointing out the things.

    The man departed and Indiana sat down on the bed thinking for a moment, then suddenly he heard some shouting. It was the man's mother - or at least that's what Indy thought.

    "Norman, I don't like visitors!"

    "But mother…"

    "Don't mock me boy, I want him out of here… NOW!"

    At that Indiana grunted and shut the window, locked it then did the same to the door. He lay back on the bed to think about things again, when suddenly he heard a scraping by the door.

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Kent, we are anxiously awaiting your Chapter 2! :)

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