Indiana Jones and the Psycho

Posted by Kent Allard from JOBOB103-05.splitrock.net on June 30, 2000 at 17:20:50:

Okay this is too short to be an actual ff and actualy I think of it as more of a challenge like we always see, like the lara croft vs. Indiana Jones.

The year is nineteen fifty-eight Indiana is 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.
As the aging Indiana Jones drives down a 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 and pulled over and got out of the car. He walked to the front desk 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 said.
“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 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 signing in then waiting for Norman Bates to take him to his room.
As they walked to the room Indiana said, “So you live with your mother.”
“Yes?”
“Why haven’t you gotten married it almost sounds pathetic?”
He made a silent grunt then looked at him with evil eyes “A boys 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 is you room, the bed is there” 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 the 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 his 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.

Now tell me what you think is going to happen and who wins (like I need to ask).

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