NIGHT-ZONE: Stage 1 - Doll Town! (The Secret Underground Garage-Hideout) Carter & Elliot's Adventure!

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****** NIGHT-ZONE: Stage I - Doll Town! --- The Secret Underground Industrial Garage Hideout. ---- WELCOME TO 'THE UNDERGROUND'! **** Carter and Elliot's secret adventure ! *****

 

NIGHT-ZONE: THE SECRET UNDERGROUND HIDEOUT!

 

 

 

 

INTRO:

 

"In 1953, two teenage boys, Carter and Elliott, are hanging out in their dad's underground garage-neighborhood that he had built as a secret bunker; an underground safe-space.  Their dad is a scientist.  They hear a great roaring noise from far above them and find themselves trapped within the underground 'Garage-town World'.

 

 

  Now, Carter and Elliott must journey further downwards and deep into the bizarre underground garages of the secret place, in an attempt to escape from this pre-fabricated underground world!

They find a bizarre key and enter a secret locked garage that leads to the entrance of an underground place, known as "Leaff".

 


  But first, they must find out who was driving that pink Cadillac that disappeared into the depths of one of the locked-garages.  The mystery begins!"

 

 

 

 

Part I:  NIGHT-Zone:  STAGE 1: DOLL-TOWN.  THE GARAGE NEIGHBORHOOD!

 

 


In 1953, two teenage boys, Carter and Eliot, are playing video games together in their father's underground garage-world bomb shelter.

 

 

 


They are in a video game arcade that is deep within the Garage-House.  The floor is made of glittering red cement and alternating black and white checkered squares.  Little crooked pictures and bookshelves sit along the walls in the garage with an oversized Christmas tree that is magnificently decorated in the corner. 

 

 


A large wardrobe sits next to a flashing 'video game arcade machine ' in the opposite corner.  Many vents, that are built into the low ceiling of the garage, are puffing out a fragrant steam.  Christmas lights hang from the low-ceiling of the dark-lit space. 

A mysterious roar of relaxing white noise rumbles from deep within the vents and industrial pipes of the underground garage. 

 

 

A large and bizarre pink Cadillac sits in the entrance of the garage and it has a little pile of glittery green snow sitting on top of it.  Tantalizing plumes of shimmering and aromatic red smoke are wafting throughout the corners of the space, puffing from glow-in-the-dark pipes that are sticking forth from the crooked walls.

Strange boiler rooms are hidden deep below this crooked driveway of the underground, where strange noises, resembling bizarre children's voices mixed with theme park sounds and vicious motorcycles,  echo from a distant unknown place far below.

 

 

 

 

The entire underground area, with the red-cement driveways and the hundreds of garage doors, is decorated and built to look like some kind of bizarre 'Secret Hallway and Underground 1950's Suburban Neighborhood Street', with glazed, frosted-windows and vents and garage doors that are built into the walls of the space.

 

Christmas lights hang from the low-ceiling, while other parts of the area are draped with glittering silk curtains that hang from the ledges and alcoves from far above. 

 

 

 

 

 

 Large, life-like dolls of bizarre and expressionistic men and women are sitting in lawn chairs that are resting in pre-fabricated garages of neon light, with their garage-doors open.  Fake pipes and cigarettes hang from their lips. 

The doll's are dressed in the most bizarre and surreal outfits that were ever seen.  Such avant-garde mysticism covered their bodies in a curious and whimsical fashion! 

Neon glitter was shimmering from their hair and strange splotches of rainbow-paste tainted their outfits!

 

 

 

Some lawn chairs are sitting in piles of snow outside of the garage-doors, the life-like dolls gazing on the flashing screens of old wooden television sets that are sitting in big piles of snow.  Crooked antennas stick forth from the top of them. 

  Glittering trash cans and decorative Christmas trees sit next to the wooden television sets.

 

Each garage has a red-cement driveway with a shiny pink cadillac sitting in it.  It's a suburban 1950s garage-neighborhood in an underground world!

 

 

 


A black and white checkered roadway leads to other locked areas with secret garage doors and glittering passages that are filled with pre-fabricated snow and Christmas trees. 

 

Eventually this area leads further downwards into the underground entrances of the industrial parking-garage facilities and 'gasworks slums'; an entire underground industrial world that the scientist fabricated as a kind of subterranean bomb shelter area, just incase a nuclear satellite erupted upon the suburban neighborhood on the surface above.

 

 

 

 

There are two large Christmas trees that are sitting on either side of the entrance to the neon-lit garage that Carter and Elliott are playing in.  A large wooden television screen is flashing in a dim light from the corner with two lawn chairs sitting in front of it.  A large industrial barrel flashes forth in the darkness with a glow-in-the-dark flame flaring from within it.

 

 

 

 

A large doll of an African-American gentleman, with bushy blue eyebrows and bizarre, spiky neon-pink hair, decorated with a glittering substance covering it, sits in an arm-chair that is against the far wall of the garage, next to a Wardrobe that is covered in pink glitter. 

 He appears completely real, with a pair of neon-pink overalls and shiny boots covering the doll's body.  A glow-in-the-dark pipe hangs from his shimmering lips in a surreal fashion!

 

 

 

HOW VERY BIZARRE INDEED!

 

 


It is quite eerie how the life-like doll sits there, staring forth at the television screen, as if he was truly alive!

 

 

 

Carter, a thirteen year old boy with gorgeous blonde hair and olive skin, runs past Elliott in the garage with a very large pink present in his grasp.  Elliott has straight and shiny brown hair, with sharp bangs that hang down into his eyes.

 

 

 


Elliott glances over his shoulder, while he finishes a game of 'SPACE INVADERS' on the old arcade machine.  He follows after Carter until they reach the glittering red-cement driveway, just outside of the garage door.  Two lawn chairs are outside in the driveway with two large dolls sitting in them.

 

 

 

The boys both peer down the pre-fabricated basement-street, deep into the dim neon-light of the darkness.

 

 

 

 

A crooked neon sign-post at the end of the driveway reads, "ZELDADORF LANE."  Its design is very avant-garde and strange.

 

 

 


A row of large Christmas trees sparkle next to the big piles of snow that sit at the end of the driveway, near a large trashcan.  Directly above them, along the low-ceiling of the space, long strands of Christmas lights are strung from vents and pipes that stick out of the industrial walls of the ceiling. 

 

 

 

"Dad told me that his one was mine, Elliott," Carter whispers in a playful tone.  "Mine all mine."

A sparkling headband, with two pointy ears sticking out of the front, is wrapped around Carter's damp hair.  Elliott gazes over his shoulder and grins. 

 

 

 

 


"I bet!  I wonder what is in there?"  Elliott asks, gazing upon the sparkling pink present that is in Carter's grasp. 

 

 

 

 

Carter smirks mischieviously and quickly tears off the shiny wrapping paper, tossing it aside, into a mound of sparkling blue snow, next to the wooden television set and lawn chair. 

 

 

 

 

 

Inside is a large box with the words, "DO NOT OPEN!  THE CONTENTS OF THIS BOX ARE CLASSIFIED!" written on it in a glittering red ink. 

 

 

 

 

The two boys glance at the mysterious box for some time and then look at each other. 

 

 

Elliott shrugs his shoulders and laughs.  "Some joke huh, Carter?  Dad sure knows how to pull the pranks!"

 

 

 

 

 

Carter furrows his bushy eyebrows at Elliott and then glances back down at the box.  His eyes begin to dilate and he appears to go deep into a hypnotic trance of strange desire.

 

 

 

 

"Carter?  What's going on?  Well?  Are you going to open it or what?"  Elliott asks, glancing around at the life-like dolls that are resting in the shiny neon chairs. 

 

 

 

 

"I think they're creepy!  What did your dad say about these electro-mechanical dolls?  They look so real!  Carter?"  Elliot says in a low and deep teenage voice.  Elliot twists his head back in Carter's direction.

 

 

 

 

"I'm going to open it,"  Carter says. 

 

He rips open the strange box to reveal a very large and glittery pink key.  It is surrounded by neon-green fluff and rainbow confetti.

A red note is wrapped around the bizarre pink key. 

 

The note reads in crooked handwriting, "FIND THE SECRET LOCKED GARAGE ON ARFAX LANE.  THIS KEY OPENS TO THE WAY DOWN INTO THE 'UNDERGROUND'.  TO 'LEAF' YOU MUST GO!  TILL THEN!  FOLLOW THE PINK VEHICLE ON ARFAX LANE!"

 

 


End of Part I.

 


Copyright ©2019 Zelda Vaxandorf.  All Rights Reserved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NIGHT-ZONE: THE SECRET UNDERGROUND HIDEOUT!

 

 

 

 

INTRO:

 

"In 1953, two teenage boys, Carter and Elliott, are hanging out in their dad's underground garage-neighborhood that he had built as a secret bunker; an underground safe-space.  Their dad is a scientist.  They hear a great roaring noise from far above them and find themselves trapped within the underground 'Garage-town World'.

 

 

  Now, Carter and Elliott must journey further downwards and deep into the bizarre underground garages of the secret place, in an attempt to escape from this pre-fabricated underground world!

They find a bizarre key and enter a secret locked garage that leads to the entrance of an underground place, known as "Leaff".

 


  But first, they must find out who was driving that pink Cadillac that disappeared into the depths of one of the locked-garages.  The mystery begins!"

 

 

 

 

Part I:  NIGHT-Zone:  STAGE 1: DOLL-TOWN.  THE GARAGE NEIGHBORHOOD!

 

 


In 1953, two teenage boys, Carter and Eliot, are playing video games together in their father's underground garage-world bomb shelter.

 

 

 


They are in a video game arcade that is deep within the Garage-House.  The floor is made of glittering red cement and alternating black and white checkered squares.  Little crooked pictures and bookshelves sit along the walls in the garage with an oversized Christmas tree that is magnificently decorated in the corner. 

 

 


A large wardrobe sits next to a flashing 'video game arcade machine ' in the opposite corner.  Many vents, that are built into the low ceiling of the garage, are puffing out a fragrant steam.  Christmas lights hang from the low-ceiling of the dark-lit space. 

A mysterious roar of relaxing white noise rumbles from deep within the vents and industrial pipes of the underground garage. 

 

 

A large and bizarre pink Cadillac sits in the entrance of the garage and it has a little pile of glittery green snow sitting on top of it.  Tantalizing plumes of shimmering red smoke are wafting throughout the corners of the space, puffing from glow-in-the-dark pipes that are sticking forth from the crooked walls.

Strange boiler rooms are hidden deep below this crooked driveway of the underground, where strange noises, resembling bizarre children's voices mixed with theme park sounds and vicious motorcycles,  echo from a distant unknown place far below.

 

 

 

 

The entire underground area, with the red-cement driveways and the hundreds of garage doors, is decorated and built to look like some kind of bizarre 'Secret Hallway and Underground 1950's Suburban Neighborhood Street', with glazed, frosted-windows and vents and garage doors that are built into the walls of the space.

 

Christmas lights hang from the low-ceiling, while other parts of the area are draped with glittering silk curtains that hangs from the ledges and alcoves from far above. 

 

 

 

 

 

 Large, life-like dolls of bizarre and expressionistic men and women are sitting in lawn chairs that are resting in pre-fabricated garages of neon light, with their garage-doors open.  Fake pipes and cigarettes hang from their lips. 

The doll's are dressed in the most bizarre and surreal outfits that were ever seen.  Such avant-garde mysticism covered their bodies in a curious and whimsical fashion! 

Neon glitter was shimmering from their hair and strange splotches of rainbow-paste tainted their outfits!

 

 

 

Some lawn chairs are sitting in piles of snow outside of the garage-doors, the life-like dolls gazing on the flashing screens of old wooden television sets that are sitting in big piles of snow.  Crooked antennas stick forth from the top of them. 

  Glittering trash cans and decorative Christmas trees sit next to the wooden television sets.

 

Each garage has a red-cement driveway with a shiny pink cadillac sitting in it.  It's a suburban 1950s garage-neighborhood in an underground world!

 

 

 


A black and white checkered roadway leads to other locked areas with secret garage doors and glittering passages that are filled with pre-fabricated snow and Christmas trees.

 

Eventually this area leads further downwards into the underground entrances of the industrial parking-garage facilities and 'gasworks slums'; an entire underground industrial world that the scientist fabricated as a kind of subterranean bomb shelter area, just incase a nuclear satellite erupted upon the suburban neighborhood on the surface above.

 

 

 

 

There are two large Christmas trees that are sitting on either side of the entrance to the neon-lit garage that Carter and Elliott are playing in.  A large wooden television screen is flashing in a dim light from the corner with two lawn chairs sitting in front of it.  A large industrial barrel flashes forth in the darkness with a glow-in-the-dark flame flaring from within it.

 

 

 

 

A large doll of an African-American gentleman, with bushy blue eyebrows and bizarre, spiky neon-pink hair, decorated with a glittering substance covering it, sits in an arm-chair that is against the far wall of the garage, next to a Wardrobe that is covered in pink glitter. 

 He appears completely real, with a pair of neon-pink overalls and shiny boots covering the doll's body.  A glow-in-the-dark pipe hangs from his shimmering lips in a surreal fashion!

 

 

 

HOW VERY BIZARRE INDEED!

 

 


It is quite eerie how the life-like doll sits there, staring forth at the television screen, as if he was truly alive!

 

 

 

Carter, a thirteen year old boy with gorgeous blonde hair and olive skin, runs past Elliott in the garage with a very large pink present in his grasp.  Elliott has straight and shiny brown hair, with sharp bangs that hang down into his eyes.

 

 

 


Elliott glances over his shoulder, while he finishes a game of 'SPACE INVADERS' on the old arcade machine.  He follows after Carter until they reach the glittering red-cement driveway, just outside of the garage door.  Two lawn chairs are outside in the driveway with two large dolls sitting in them.

 

 

 

The boys both peer down the pre-fabricated basement-street, deep into the dim neon-light of the darkness.

 

 

 

 

A crooked neon sign-post at the end of the driveway reads, "ZELDADORF LANE."  Its design is very avant-garde and strange.

 

 

 


A row of large Christmas trees sparkle next to the big piles of snow that sit at the end of the driveway, near a large trashcan.  Directly above them, along the low-ceiling of the space, long strands of Christmas lights are strung from vents and pipes that stick out of the industrial walls of the ceiling. 

 

 

 

"Dad told me that his one was mine, Elliott," Carter whispers in a playful tone.  "Mine all mine."

A sparkling headband, with two pointy ears sticking out of the front, is wrapped around Carter's damp hair.  Elliott gazes over his shoulder and grins. 

 

 

 

 


"I bet!  I wonder what is in there?"  Elliott asks, gazing upon the sparkling pink present that is in Carter's grasp. 

 

 

 

 

Carter smirks mischieviously and quickly tears off the shiny wrapping paper, tossing it aside, into a mound of sparkling blue snow, next to the wooden television set and lawn chair. 

 

 

 

 

 

Inside is a large box with the words, "DO NOT OPEN!  THE CONTENTS OF THIS BOX ARE CLASSIFIED!" written on it in a glittering red ink. 

 

 

 

 

The two boys glance at the mysterious box for some time and then look at each other. 

 

 

Elliott shrugs his shoulders and laughs.  "Some joke huh, Carter?  Dad sure knows how to pull the pranks!"

 

 

 

 

 

Carter furrows his bushy eyebrows at Elliott and then glances back down at the box.  His eyes begin to dilate and he appears to go deep into a hypnotic trance of strange desire.

 

 

 

 

"Carter?  What's going on?  Well?  Are you going to open it or what?"  Elliott asks, glancing around at the life-like dolls that are resting in the shiny neon chairs. 

 

 

 

 

"I think they're creepy!  What did your dad say about these electro-mechanical dolls?  They look so real!  Carter?"  Elliot says in a low and deep teenage voice.  Elliot twists his head back in Carter's direction.

 

 

 

 

"I'm going to open it,"  Carter says. 

 

He rips open the strange box to reveal a very large and glittery pink key.  It is surrounded by neon-green fluff and rainbow confetti.

A red note is wrapped around the bizarre pink key. 

 

The note reads in crooked handwriting, "FIND THE SECRET LOCKED GARAGE ON ARFAX LANE.  THIS KEY OPENS TO THE WAY DOWN INTO THE 'UNDERGROUND'.  TO 'LEAF' YOU MUST GO!  TILL THEN!  FOLLOW THE PINK VEHICLE ON ARFAX LANE!"

 

 


End of Part I.

 


Copyright ©2019 Zelda Vaxandorf.  All Rights Reserved.

 

 

 

 

 

 


Submitted: March 23, 2021

© Copyright 2021 ZELDA VAXANDORF. All rights reserved.

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