29 May 2019
Story #955
R. Linda:
I knew I had to get rid of the thing in the cellar. I also knew it was dangerous if turned on, but at the time, I didn't think to remove it and switch it off. Even if I did, I don't know where I would have removed it. It was all metal, painted a matte black, and had to be nearly 7 feet tall. I thought if I started to take it apart, it might switch on and then I'd be in real trouble.
It was Weasil's idea to go down there, switch it on and run for our lives. I don't know why I thought that was a good idea, but that's what we did.
He switched the giant on, and I could hear a grinding sound, and small sparks flew everywhere.
"RUN! RUNNIE FER YUR LIFIE!" Weasil shouted, running toward the bulkhead and safety outside. The thing was in front of me, chugging to electronic life, and I had to run the other way, up the stairs, to save meself. And that's what I did. As soon as that giant robot started moving, I sprinted up the stairs and shut the door behind me. It was an old wooden latch door, and it swung open. I knew I was in me grandmother's cellar, and the house was old, and she had latch doors still. I went up three stairs and pulled open the door to the upstairs, and I slammed that shut behind me, but that didn't close either. I could hear the mechanical monster moving in my direction, and I just knew somehow it could walk upstairs!
I ran for the back door and realised I was in me old abode. How did me grandmother's cellar get into me old abode? I had no idea nor time to think about it, so I took meself out the back door, and down the porch steps to where I could see Weasil signalling me with his arm to fly his way. I hesitated for all of three seconds, taking in the yard in the dark. What happened to the woods? Where'd they go? It looked like an empty dirt parking lot. Noting the "yard", I ran towards Weasil and we both took off like bats out of hell down the dirt driveway to a lighted area down by the street lamp-lighted road, where I saw a car rental business, still open at 11 at night. People were getting into a rental with an agent helping them. That I remember, and a quick thought of the monster finding them flashed in me brain, the inside light from a new car parked on the edge of the lot caught my eye and me dread thoughts.
Weasil had whipped open the back door of a new silver coupe and was telling me to get in the front passenger seat. I went around and opened the door, but the front seat was forward, and he had to help me get it into the seating position. All I can remember was me nerves shaking me body as I tried to hurry, me hands fumbling with the seat, and me heart pounding in me throat, because I didn't want that 'thing' to find us. I noticed the brown leather seats and the smell of the new car and realised then that we were stealing a car!
From the left side of the backseat, there was a steering wheel. Weasil had put the motor in gear, and we set off screeching tyres down the road in the opposite direction of the 'thing'. It did occur to me how odd it was to have a driving column in the backseat, but my mind was taken up with the death and destruction we let loose.
"We need to go to the police and tell them that thing be loose," I said as I white-knuckled it, Weasil driving on like a speed racer out of control.
"We can't do that, Gabby, we just stole a car!" Weasil threw at me.
OMG, we did! We stole a car off a lot and unleashed on humanity a monstrous machine capable of destroying anything in its path. Why did we do that? I was in a muck sweat but felt overheated at the same time. It was then that I woke up, me heart pounding, the sweat pouring off me as I threw the blankets off Tonya and me.
"What the hell?" She said, feeling the sudden chill.
"Sorry, bad dream," I said and threw the blankets over her as I got out of bed to walk around and shake off the terror. I don't know why I had that dream, R. Linda. I didn't have any spicy food to set off those night terror dreams for which I am so famous. What the monster signified, I had notta clue, and being with Weasil was the only thing that made sense since if this were real, this adventure would certainly be up Weasil's alley.
It is a true puzzlement why me old abode was featured along with me grandmother's cellar. And the monster? Who built it? Where did it come from? Why was it malevolent? And worse, how did it come to rest in me house?
All this had me making a cuppa in the kitchen at 3 in the morning as the house slept on. It took me an hour of deep thought, but I think it had to do with Donald Trump, the monster in the basement, who was suddenly elected president, and I worry about his destructive policies entering me dream. I thought Weasil because he was at first telling me Trump should be elected, until later he changed his mind as he watched and experienced in his own country the Brexit donnybrook, and gave me a prophecy that bothered him much that Nigel Farage would be elected Prime Minister one day SOON. He had sheepishly told me I was right, Clinton would have been a better alternative, yet Sanders would have been a better one because of his socialist leanings. I had argued that socialism would be the demise of capitalism, and he just shook his head, reminding me I was brought up in a socialist nation until I left for here. It was only the day before I had this discussion with him, and I wondered if it influenced me to dream.
I literally shook all this off and went back to bed, the dream over, and had time for quality sleep BUT THAT DIDN'T FREAKING HAPPEN! No sooner had me head hit the pillow than I couldn't sleep for the terror that the dream might come back, and I felt the need to get up and just walk it off, but I knew, dare I move, Tonya would wake up and she wouldn't be pleased. I squeezed me eyes closed and said the Lord's Prayer repeatedly, hoping it would put me to sleep.
When I was a wee tyke me Mam made me and me sissy say our prayers before we went to bed, and every night I fell asleep in a kneeling position and had to be lifted into bed by me Da. I know respect and all that, but I was always knackered by bedtime, and to this day, if I say that prayer in church, I start to nod. I know, a source of embarrassment, especially to me Mam, if we are in a crowded church. Anyway, it didn't work, for the first time in my religious life, notta nod came me way UNTIL I heard something in the cellar. It chugged and then roared to life, and I lay there, me body stiffening with fright. I couldn't move; I was frozen while listening to it get louder, and I swear it sounded like it was moving. I was staring at the ceiling and thought I could hear better if I closed me eyes. Sure enough, it sounded like it was moving towards the stairs. My terror paralysed me and suddenly I was thrown back in that strange stolen car, Weasil at the wheel in the backseat, me white-knuckling the dash as he drove wildly. It was then when being thrown back in me seat as we flew, yes R. Linda, FLEW over a huge pothole, the young whippersnapper throwing all caution to the wind and taking pothole after pothole in that manner . . . it was then I noticed Bran Stark sitting in the passenger seat where the steering wheel SHOULD have been. He was huge! He was wrapped in that pelt-collared cape and looking at me.
"WHAT?" I blurted out at his constant stare.
"Do you have a cat?" he asked, calm as the sky when blue, quite the contrast to me, stressed, fear-induced by an overactive imagination!
I furrowed my brow, like WHAT, but said, I did, in fact, have two.
"I have a cat." He said to me, "There are no cats where I live; the wolves eat them."
I was more confused as to why he was telling me this.
"Since I can't have two cats, I'll just rename the one I have," he said smugly.
"I DON'T CARE!" I shouted as we zoomed over a double pothole, coming down hard on the pavement, sparks flashing up as we careened onto a bridge, the top of which was open to let night ships through, and that madman in the backseat was stepping on the petrol so we could jump it.
"My cat was named Harry Ignatius, but now he's Alice Plimpton," Bran said, like I should know this. Still, I said nothing, just glanced at him and then turned me full attention to the huge looming opening coming up fast as Weaz grunted with the pedal to the metal. I felt lifted and grabbed onto the dash tighter, gritting me teeth as I was airborne. I looked down at the huge gap, the black water roiling beneath, and I started the Lord's Prayer. I felt the car shaking as it started coming apart, and I prayed with everything I had until I heard Tonya's voice, "GABE WAKE UP IT IS ONLY A DREAM!"
I was groggy, I was still in that car with all of us in it falling into that watery hole below, Bran going on about his cat and Weaz intent on steering as we fell down, down, down and suddenly before we hit the water I was fully awake listening to the sound that started all this. I realised the water system was renewing itself, it does that every three or four hours and THAT be what permeated me simpleton brain into a sleep state.
The system started acting up recently, and I had to call the repair service. I'd been putting it off from sheer laziness, but after last night's violent trip to hell and back, I called them first thing this morning.
Gabe
Copyright © 2019 All rights reserved
Story #955
R. Linda:
I knew I had to get rid of the thing in the cellar. I also knew it was dangerous if turned on, but at the time, I didn't think to remove it and switch it off. Even if I did, I don't know where I would have removed it. It was all metal, painted a matte black, and had to be nearly 7 feet tall. I thought if I started to take it apart, it might switch on and then I'd be in real trouble.
It was Weasil's idea to go down there, switch it on and run for our lives. I don't know why I thought that was a good idea, but that's what we did.
He switched the giant on, and I could hear a grinding sound, and small sparks flew everywhere.
"RUN! RUNNIE FER YUR LIFIE!" Weasil shouted, running toward the bulkhead and safety outside. The thing was in front of me, chugging to electronic life, and I had to run the other way, up the stairs, to save meself. And that's what I did. As soon as that giant robot started moving, I sprinted up the stairs and shut the door behind me. It was an old wooden latch door, and it swung open. I knew I was in me grandmother's cellar, and the house was old, and she had latch doors still. I went up three stairs and pulled open the door to the upstairs, and I slammed that shut behind me, but that didn't close either. I could hear the mechanical monster moving in my direction, and I just knew somehow it could walk upstairs!
I ran for the back door and realised I was in me old abode. How did me grandmother's cellar get into me old abode? I had no idea nor time to think about it, so I took meself out the back door, and down the porch steps to where I could see Weasil signalling me with his arm to fly his way. I hesitated for all of three seconds, taking in the yard in the dark. What happened to the woods? Where'd they go? It looked like an empty dirt parking lot. Noting the "yard", I ran towards Weasil and we both took off like bats out of hell down the dirt driveway to a lighted area down by the street lamp-lighted road, where I saw a car rental business, still open at 11 at night. People were getting into a rental with an agent helping them. That I remember, and a quick thought of the monster finding them flashed in me brain, the inside light from a new car parked on the edge of the lot caught my eye and me dread thoughts.
Weasil had whipped open the back door of a new silver coupe and was telling me to get in the front passenger seat. I went around and opened the door, but the front seat was forward, and he had to help me get it into the seating position. All I can remember was me nerves shaking me body as I tried to hurry, me hands fumbling with the seat, and me heart pounding in me throat, because I didn't want that 'thing' to find us. I noticed the brown leather seats and the smell of the new car and realised then that we were stealing a car!
From the left side of the backseat, there was a steering wheel. Weasil had put the motor in gear, and we set off screeching tyres down the road in the opposite direction of the 'thing'. It did occur to me how odd it was to have a driving column in the backseat, but my mind was taken up with the death and destruction we let loose.
"We need to go to the police and tell them that thing be loose," I said as I white-knuckled it, Weasil driving on like a speed racer out of control.
"We can't do that, Gabby, we just stole a car!" Weasil threw at me.
OMG, we did! We stole a car off a lot and unleashed on humanity a monstrous machine capable of destroying anything in its path. Why did we do that? I was in a muck sweat but felt overheated at the same time. It was then that I woke up, me heart pounding, the sweat pouring off me as I threw the blankets off Tonya and me.
"What the hell?" She said, feeling the sudden chill.
"Sorry, bad dream," I said and threw the blankets over her as I got out of bed to walk around and shake off the terror. I don't know why I had that dream, R. Linda. I didn't have any spicy food to set off those night terror dreams for which I am so famous. What the monster signified, I had notta clue, and being with Weasil was the only thing that made sense since if this were real, this adventure would certainly be up Weasil's alley.
It is a true puzzlement why me old abode was featured along with me grandmother's cellar. And the monster? Who built it? Where did it come from? Why was it malevolent? And worse, how did it come to rest in me house?
All this had me making a cuppa in the kitchen at 3 in the morning as the house slept on. It took me an hour of deep thought, but I think it had to do with Donald Trump, the monster in the basement, who was suddenly elected president, and I worry about his destructive policies entering me dream. I thought Weasil because he was at first telling me Trump should be elected, until later he changed his mind as he watched and experienced in his own country the Brexit donnybrook, and gave me a prophecy that bothered him much that Nigel Farage would be elected Prime Minister one day SOON. He had sheepishly told me I was right, Clinton would have been a better alternative, yet Sanders would have been a better one because of his socialist leanings. I had argued that socialism would be the demise of capitalism, and he just shook his head, reminding me I was brought up in a socialist nation until I left for here. It was only the day before I had this discussion with him, and I wondered if it influenced me to dream.
I literally shook all this off and went back to bed, the dream over, and had time for quality sleep BUT THAT DIDN'T FREAKING HAPPEN! No sooner had me head hit the pillow than I couldn't sleep for the terror that the dream might come back, and I felt the need to get up and just walk it off, but I knew, dare I move, Tonya would wake up and she wouldn't be pleased. I squeezed me eyes closed and said the Lord's Prayer repeatedly, hoping it would put me to sleep.
When I was a wee tyke me Mam made me and me sissy say our prayers before we went to bed, and every night I fell asleep in a kneeling position and had to be lifted into bed by me Da. I know respect and all that, but I was always knackered by bedtime, and to this day, if I say that prayer in church, I start to nod. I know, a source of embarrassment, especially to me Mam, if we are in a crowded church. Anyway, it didn't work, for the first time in my religious life, notta nod came me way UNTIL I heard something in the cellar. It chugged and then roared to life, and I lay there, me body stiffening with fright. I couldn't move; I was frozen while listening to it get louder, and I swear it sounded like it was moving. I was staring at the ceiling and thought I could hear better if I closed me eyes. Sure enough, it sounded like it was moving towards the stairs. My terror paralysed me and suddenly I was thrown back in that strange stolen car, Weasil at the wheel in the backseat, me white-knuckling the dash as he drove wildly. It was then when being thrown back in me seat as we flew, yes R. Linda, FLEW over a huge pothole, the young whippersnapper throwing all caution to the wind and taking pothole after pothole in that manner . . . it was then I noticed Bran Stark sitting in the passenger seat where the steering wheel SHOULD have been. He was huge! He was wrapped in that pelt-collared cape and looking at me.
"WHAT?" I blurted out at his constant stare.
"Do you have a cat?" he asked, calm as the sky when blue, quite the contrast to me, stressed, fear-induced by an overactive imagination!
I furrowed my brow, like WHAT, but said, I did, in fact, have two.
"I have a cat." He said to me, "There are no cats where I live; the wolves eat them."
I was more confused as to why he was telling me this.
"Since I can't have two cats, I'll just rename the one I have," he said smugly.
"I DON'T CARE!" I shouted as we zoomed over a double pothole, coming down hard on the pavement, sparks flashing up as we careened onto a bridge, the top of which was open to let night ships through, and that madman in the backseat was stepping on the petrol so we could jump it.
"My cat was named Harry Ignatius, but now he's Alice Plimpton," Bran said, like I should know this. Still, I said nothing, just glanced at him and then turned me full attention to the huge looming opening coming up fast as Weaz grunted with the pedal to the metal. I felt lifted and grabbed onto the dash tighter, gritting me teeth as I was airborne. I looked down at the huge gap, the black water roiling beneath, and I started the Lord's Prayer. I felt the car shaking as it started coming apart, and I prayed with everything I had until I heard Tonya's voice, "GABE WAKE UP IT IS ONLY A DREAM!"
I was groggy, I was still in that car with all of us in it falling into that watery hole below, Bran going on about his cat and Weaz intent on steering as we fell down, down, down and suddenly before we hit the water I was fully awake listening to the sound that started all this. I realised the water system was renewing itself, it does that every three or four hours and THAT be what permeated me simpleton brain into a sleep state.
The system started acting up recently, and I had to call the repair service. I'd been putting it off from sheer laziness, but after last night's violent trip to hell and back, I called them first thing this morning.
Gabe
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