The Triple Broken Nickel

Ugh, Savannah screams. I’m tired of this graveyard shift at Triple Broken Nickel Bar and Grill. Why me? Can’t I catch a lucky nickel and get the heck out of here. Just as Savannah slams the brown bottle down on the bar to her routine customer Harry. A bar crawl of medical and law students come in. Oh, great says Savannah. Harry loudly says to Savannah you going to have good tips tonight? Savannah giggles. As the bar crawlers are getting cozy. The atmosphere of the bar pauses as Savannah reflects on her hard semester at Harvard. She thinks to herself, all I wanted to be was a doctor. Why can't I be like the rest of these students with sugar daddies and mommies? If I had the money I could devote more time to my studies, but no here I am working the graveyard shift. The Triple Broken Nickel is a quiet bar on the shaded side of the street. A classy little bar with dark oak high tops and a butcher block bar. The lighting is dim with a slight toss of light here and there as the street corner light buffers. The smell is a fog of mint and tobacco. The bar is fine! Everyone wants to be at the Triple Broken Nickel cause where the beer is cheap the peanuts are full. 

Savannah! Savannah, snap out of it says, Harry. Savannah goes oops. Ugh, what a mess. Mihm, I wish I had some help. Tonight is just a long night. As Savannah was cleaning up her mess half-drunk law students start bragging about their win. The geeky law students were ranting about how they got this guy off from his charges. So intrigued and interested in this sweet girl Abigail arose from her crawl of medical students. What did he do? says Abigail. A law student who sat back in his bar stool confidently spoke the crime this mysterious villain convicted on the Eve of Christmas Eve. The villain was charged with and the disposal of the Elf on the Shelf. The witness stated that the villain dressed in a white and red suit. Hung the victim from candies above the blaze of the fireplace. The victim was torched and could not be brought back to life. Another medical student name Reese spoke up, “ I wonder if we can bring some close enough to death and back again”? Another female law student's confidentiality stated well if we don’t kill them it should not be punishable in the courts.

Harry, do you hear this? Says, Savannah. Yes, indeed. What the heck are these students on? I want some of that. Says, Harry. Savannah can you top my drink off and please don’t forget the slice of extra orange. I love oranges. Savannah working the bar and overhearing this plan to bring someone to death than back has her alarmed with caution. What are these students about to embark on? Savannah help. We need your help, says Reese. Do you know of a hospital locally that we can embark on this plan to cross the boundary of death and back? Says, Abigail. Well, I am an intern at a hospital, but it has its reputation. Oh, do tell says all the pub crawlers. I intern at the Boston Psychological Hospital. You intern there. Says, Reese! Yes, I do. The legend says that the most convicted psychopaths went in through the front doors and never seen again. Is this true? Savannah spoke, what occurred in the basements of the hospital is not myths. The exam rooms are intact and still have the smell of the patients. The tale says that what goes on in the basement inherits the tales of the basement. 

The students all glanced with this unsure puzzled look. Harry spoke, so let's go? Savannah says, now? Yes, now. Savannah says I have fifteen minutes to closing time. Okay, says Harry and the glanced drunken pub crawlers. 

Some time went by. Are you guys ready? says Savannah. Um, hello we have been waiting for sixty-six minutes., says the annoying pub crawlers. All the crawlers, Harry, and Savannah walked in the bitter cold to the hospital. We are here. Oh, my this is the basement. It smells funky, says one of the pub crawlers. Harry come on do not mess with that., says Savannah. Here we are, guys. This is the piece of equipment we can use to bring us close to death and back again. How do you use it? said, Harry. Well, I will be the only person that will run the equipment, but we will all need to be on guard to assist in any way. Who is the first? I said, Abigail. No me, says Reese. Wait, said another pub crawler. As each pub crawler participated in the experiment each person talked about how they saw the light. Abigail said it was so bright, but I can see so clearly. Another pub crawler named Reese spoke as if the light was there but never in his reach. Pub Crawler after crawler spoke of the experience they all witnessed. Did everyone get to go? No!, says all the crawlers. What about Harry? said, Reese. 

Harry, it is your turn. Get on the chair. Come in a hurry, says all the crawlers. Savannah now is preparing Harry for the next experiment. As she puts the wires all over him and tells Harry to stop messing with them. Harry are you okay? I'm just nervous says, Harry. Something just does not seem right. Well, it is officially Christmas Eve, said Reese. Oh, great say, Harry. Okay, it is time. Power up the generator said, Savannah. Okay, said Abigail. Abigail screams back the generator fuel is extremely low. Savannah mumbles this should be fine. The gauge sticks at times. As the generator sputters Harry is in an out. His breathing is rough. He is sweating uncontrollably. He has been in there for a long time, said Reese. On no we killed him on Christmas Eve., said a shy pub crawler. Great, I am now on the naughty list, says Abigail.  

Just as they all were panicking that they just killed a man. Harry rose from the chair. The chitter-chatter of the crawlers broke. With a deep stare towards Harry, they all did not know what to expect. Harry! Harry! What did you see? Tell us, Harry. Just as he spoke about a different light. The law students became to chatter among themselves. Ssh said the law student. Harry, said Merry Christmas my little experiments what goes on in this basement stays in the basement. Bahaha.