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R. Linda:
Do you know what time it is? YES, IT BE EARLY! I didn't get much sleep, more like in and out. I have for the past two nights slept in one of the overstuffed chairs in the living room. I couldn't bring meself to enter the bedroom at night. Last night I thought I saw glowing eyes under one of the chairs staring at me. On examination of the space I found nothing. I had dark dreams of ghouls and things that go bump in the night as a result. And one did. I be NOT ALONE. There is another occupant of this apartment. The first night I slept here (if you can call it that), I thought it was the old wood settling that made this subtle noise I could not identify. The second night, I heard the same sounds, thought I saw glowing eyes, and noticed the leftovers of my sub sanny had disappeared (all except the leftover shreds of lettuce and tomato). I've noticed things look out of place, but I chalked that up to me addled brain and possibly walking into tables, thus disturbing the things on those tables.
Well, last night I was cold and conquered me fears and climbed in the big bed. I burrowed deep into the blankets and was half asleep listening for vampires, when suddenly a pesky mosquito came from someplace, yes Linda, there are vampires in this place and no, they don't eat old sandwich meat, and there I was covering meself not to get bitten and cursing up a storm. Finally, it went away and I fell into a deep exhausted sleep, only to be awakened feeling something pinching into the skin of me neck. I woke dazed laying on me stomach feeling a heavy weight on me head. I eased me hand up and felt THE HAT FROM THE HALLWAY sitting atop me head! Begorrah me but I jumped up. Can you imagine it had taken on animated life and crept into the bedroom, somehow had jumped onto me bed and then attached itself to me head?
Come to find it is not that Russian hat at all. It is a CAT. A bloody, longhaired black one at that! I don't know where it has been hiding and I think of those Russian notes that I can't read is about the CAT!
It is under me bed growling at me. I have crossed meself several times praying to Jesus, Mary and Joseph a lot. I haven't been able to get back in bed it doesn't swipe at me feet. So I be UP. Memories of Canada enter me brain. I be not happy.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
Do you know what time it is? YES, IT BE EARLY! I didn't get much sleep, more like in and out. I have for the past two nights slept in one of the overstuffed chairs in the living room. I couldn't bring meself to enter the bedroom at night. Last night I thought I saw glowing eyes under one of the chairs staring at me. On examination of the space I found nothing. I had dark dreams of ghouls and things that go bump in the night as a result. And one did. I be NOT ALONE. There is another occupant of this apartment. The first night I slept here (if you can call it that), I thought it was the old wood settling that made this subtle noise I could not identify. The second night, I heard the same sounds, thought I saw glowing eyes, and noticed the leftovers of my sub sanny had disappeared (all except the leftover shreds of lettuce and tomato). I've noticed things look out of place, but I chalked that up to me addled brain and possibly walking into tables, thus disturbing the things on those tables.
Well, last night I was cold and conquered me fears and climbed in the big bed. I burrowed deep into the blankets and was half asleep listening for vampires, when suddenly a pesky mosquito came from someplace, yes Linda, there are vampires in this place and no, they don't eat old sandwich meat, and there I was covering meself not to get bitten and cursing up a storm. Finally, it went away and I fell into a deep exhausted sleep, only to be awakened feeling something pinching into the skin of me neck. I woke dazed laying on me stomach feeling a heavy weight on me head. I eased me hand up and felt THE HAT FROM THE HALLWAY sitting atop me head! Begorrah me but I jumped up. Can you imagine it had taken on animated life and crept into the bedroom, somehow had jumped onto me bed and then attached itself to me head?
Come to find it is not that Russian hat at all. It is a CAT. A bloody, longhaired black one at that! I don't know where it has been hiding and I think of those Russian notes that I can't read is about the CAT!
It is under me bed growling at me. I have crossed meself several times praying to Jesus, Mary and Joseph a lot. I haven't been able to get back in bed it doesn't swipe at me feet. So I be UP. Memories of Canada enter me brain. I be not happy.
Gabe
Copyright © 2004 All rights reserved
