Jenna Elfman Enters the Sanctum

Kristen R Anderson
Sep 2, 2018 · 3 min read

“You’re sure this place is steady?” Jenna Elfman said, as she eyed the building warily.

“Sure! This place is built like a fortress. You really think we’d bring you anywhere dangerous? No place is holy enough that it’s worth risking the safety of our most important members,” said John with a wink and a smile. John had been taking Jenna around the sites at the base while she was there for the week, and if she was honest with herself, his nice-guy demeanor was beginning to get on her nerves.

“Good. I didn’t make it through the production of Krippendorf’s Tribe only to die this way,” she said through gritted teeth as she reluctantly accepted his hand to help herself inside.

She was shocked to see that what looked from the outside like little more than dirt held up by rickety beams was actually dazzling once you crossed the threshold (if you could call it that). Shining marble floors provided a sharp contrast to the dusty pile of rubble they had walked through. “They’ve always been good with their secrets,” she thought. “Almost as good as I was in Edtv. And what bigger secret could there be than the location of The Entity?”

She knew she was privileged to be invited to see It. To be in its presence. It was an honor not awarded to many, to be in the same room as the metaphysical power that fueled their organization.

Jenna ruffled her piecey blonde hair, shaking the dirt loose from it and squinting to keep it from her eyes as she fixed them on the centerpiece of the room, a clear lucite platform with an obelisk balancing on top of it.

But wait — was there a platform? Jenna blinked a few times until yes, she was sure — there was nothing supporting the obelisk. Having supported Greg for all those years as Dharma, she knew a little something about that. And support was, indeed, not there.

Jenna cautiously approached, with a look back at John, who had slinked his way into a corner but gave an encouraging nod. Hand outreached, she noticed the air developing a different quality the closer she got — it felt thicker, somehow. Tangible. She looked back at John again, and once again he nodded — but was there something strange about his eyes, this time?

Jenna didn’t have time to process it. The air turned from thick to vacuous, and she felt herself being pulled toward the obelisk against her will, and it expanded in size as it drew her ever nearer. It was inevitable yet cruelly slow, giving her enough time for the pieces to click into place. The Entity is what powers the organization. But what gives The Entity this power? Did it come from “important members” like her?

“I’m sorry it had to be this way, Jenna,” said John as he lit a cigarette, exhaling blue smoke as he cocked his head, looking at her. “But we need you. We need your power. Not all of our members have been in an episode of The Single Guy. But you…you have. And we can use that.”

As she struggled against its force, The Entity opened, not like a door but like a mother opening its arms to a child. Against her will, Jenna fell into its embrace. The Entity closed its arms around her. She saw black.

(This is a ridiculous work of fiction. If you’d like to see others, please visit Celebrity Horror Stories.)

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Kristen R Anderson

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Guide to the Unknown podcast host, Boho Berry assistant. I also love celebs and reality tv. How complex!

Celebrity Horror Stories

Celebrity Horror Stories is paranormal fan fiction about famous people.

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