Swimming Pool VHS
By: Sean Kelly
I found a VHS tape in my swimming pool. I take it inside, dry it off with a towel and then put it in my VCR.. After a few moments of static a scene fades in. Two people, a man and a woman, are seated at a table across from each other. They seem to be in a dark basement of some kind surrounded by boxes and old junk. I don't think they were aware that they were being filmed.
Their mouths were moving but I cant hear what they were saying. I quickly realize that the volume on my television is down. I grab the remote from my table top and adjust the volume. Then I sit down on my couch and begin watching.
Hey, how have you been, Leroy?
Not too good. Jamie and I broke up last week.
Oh? I'm sorry to hear that..
Yeah. Oh well, I knew it was coming.. Still hurts though. So how about you, Johanna?
How about me what?
How are you doing?
Oh, I'm fine. Just got a new job down at that convenient store you and I used to shop at all the time. Anythings better then that secretary job I had working for Debra, that bitch.
Yeah, she sounded horrible. Did she fire you? Or did you quit?
I quit. I couldn't take another minute of that woman. I didn't care what job I ended up with.
Well good for you. Hows the convenient store so far?
Its okay, pay isn't as good as my last job. But I get to be alone most of the day so thats a plus.
I suppose it would be for you. You always did prefer being on your own.
Yep, thats me, poor lonely Johanna.
At this point, I notice that a third person has been standing in the room this whole time. The person is dressed in a tuxedo and is holding a small video camera, taping the two people talking. Perhaps there is a whole crew of people in the room filming the two? The two people are still talking.
So, forgive me for asking, but why exactly did you and Jamie break up?
Oh, I dunno.. Her and I just weren't right for each other I guess. She was the crazy party girl type and I've always been a bit of a recluse. We both knew it wouldn't last. But whatever, it was fun while it lasted.
Well at least there's no hard feelings about the matter.
Yeah, I guess. So, have you found that special someone yet?
The woman starts to answer when suddenly an overweight man with a paper bag over his head, also wearing a tuxedo, suddenly hops into the frame and puts his hand over the woman's mouth. She struggles and gives out a mumbled shrill. The fat man starts yelling through the bag.
We will NOT be speaking of that in THIS movie. I believe I said that to the both of you before we started filming. This film is not about those things. We have to save that for the next video.
The woman begins crying and the fat man releases her. She buries her face in her arms on the table. The man on the other end tears up and begins talking to her.
Come on, Johanna. Just do what they say.. We'll get out of this.
She wipes the tears from her eyes and then sits up straight to continue the conversation with the man.
So anyhow, Leroy. I don't know if I told you.. I saw your mother in the supermarket last week.
Really? No you didn't tell me that. You talk to her?
Yeah, I said hi. She told me about you and Jamie breaking up.
There is an awkward silence.
So wait a minute.. You already knew about Jamie and I? Why did you pretend you didn't?
I don't know. I guess I just thought you'd be mad if you knew your mother had told me.
Well yeah, I kind of am. I don't understand why she would tell you that.
Yeah, I have no idea.
Well whatever, I don't care. Its not a big deal.
The two look at each other for a while. The man starts to say something to the woman when suddenly one of the tuxedo men (There are now three of them in the shot) yells out "Alright! Thats a wrap! ORGY TIME!" The tuxedo men all surround the two people. The camera view changes a bit as if the person who was filming sat the camera down on a table or something. The man is dragged out of the frame and the woman, kicking and screaming, is undressed and tied to the table by her arms and legs.
After she is secured to the table, the fat man comes over and begins rubbing the back of her head and whispering in her ear.
Now don't worry, Johanna. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm gonna make you feel good.
Fuck you, Johnson! My name isn't fucking Johanna. It's Jamie.
Oh, my dear girl. You're ruining my movie. You don't want to do that, do you?
The fat man grabs hold of Jamie's hair and slams her face into the table as hard as he can. Her nose breaks.
Now, you little bitch. As long as that fucking light over there is on and these cameras are filming, your name is Johanna. You understand, Johanna?
She whimpers out a "Yes."
Yes? Yes what?
She doesn't reply. He punches her in the side of the head. She grits her teeth.
That's good, Johanna. Do as your told and these things can be avoided right?
Thats right. You should like the name Johanna. It was my wife's name. You should be honored to carry the name. My wife was an amazing person you know.
Yes, I know.
I loved her so much.
Yes, I know.
God dammit, I loved her so fucking much!
The fat man takes a pen from his pocket and shoves it in between two of Jamie's ribs. She lets out a agonizing screech, then begins gagging and moaning. The man then unbuttons his pants and gets up on the table behind her. She lets out a quiet "No, don't". The plead is ignored as the man shoves his erect penis into the woman. He begins fucking her widely like a drunken pig. I can faintly hear the man, Leroy, screaming in the background for the fatty to stop.
The video becomes static and then goes black at this point. I am left staring at a blank screen, a high pitched beeping noise in the background for a few seconds. Then a view of a backyard fades in. Its a sunny day but everything is wet as if it had rained recently. There is a little boy sitting in the middle of a field over top of a small puddle.
The boy appears to be having a conversation with the puddle. Its not talking back to him, of course. But he seems to think it is.
So, what happens then?
Oh? I thought only clouds could do that.
Really? There was this one time I saw a frog going over there.
No, no. It was a little frog. Like the size of my palm.
What? No! I would never hurt a little defenseless froggy.
Thats my point.
Well, of course. There's always that, Puddle. But we can't always look at the negative.
This doesn't really seem to be going anywhere so I grab up the remote and fast forward through about two hours of puddle talking video. I stop and hit play again once I notice that someone else is now with the boy. It's a clown. The clown is drinking from the puddle with a bendy straw. The boy is crying.
Please don't drink my friend, clown.
Sorry, but this is for your own good.
But.. But.. Why?
Because.. This puddle means to harm you.
What? How's a little puddle gonna hurt me?
Sure, its a puddle now. But one day it could be a pond.
The clown slurps up the last of the puddle. The boy gets up and runs away. The clown seems to feel bad about hurting the boy but he knows that he did the right thing by disposing of the puddle.
The clown gets up and blows his nose on a handkerchief.
It seems that the puddle has made him sick.
He walks slowly out of the frame.
The video ends.