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I'm running after "Bunny", the lead CSI, we've found the car, a crumpled folded picnic table and her trailer and we think we might be onto something.
We're looking for Auntie Madge. She'd disappeared some while ago, met an unsavory end with a serial killer or something, but still there were reports of her car being seen here and there; the northern states, Montana, Oregon, and now, finally, here, at the end of this cul-de-sac surrounded by high trees.
There's a broken fence and Bunny's running towards it, I'm following, there's a few missing planks, it's broken up and weathered and we go through the holes and run up a long driveway and there's an old hotel, decrepit, ancient.
It has the air of a once-great hotel, but that's long passed, and Bunny is running down the halls, through a courtyard, and we're at the desk.
It's the Hotel Renfrew. There's an old guy, balding, fat, sweaty at the desk, leaning back in his chair and smoking. Bunny asks about Aunt Madge and he answers, directs us down the hall and I'm surprised, it seems almost too good to be true that she'd be alive and staying here in the middle of nowhere, we go down the halls and find her room.
Inside there's a younger lady, late 30's or early forties, in jeans and a black bra. And there's Aunt Madge as well, older, in the same black bra and jeans. They weren't expecting us. The younger lady, she has one breast, small and round, the size of a tennis ball. And the other is huge and round, like a cantaloupe, I can't help but notice. And then she turns towards me and I see there's a third breast, again small and round like a tennis ball, and it somehow balances everything out. I notice Aunt Madge now, she's got 3, maybe 4 breasts all scattered around her chest and belly and she's telling Bunny that they disappeared because of the taboo, they just wanted to be themselves, and I'm wondering if the taboo was on their obvious lesbian relationship or on their multiplicity of breasts....
The man at the front desk now, he's telling us about a cleansing ceremony the Buddhists will be doing on Dead Island, I ask where that is and he gestures off towards the south, "But you won't find anything, it's all gone now.." and I guess, infer somehow, that the history of this hotel has the midwives abandoning the many teated children of this area to the elements on the island, but they don't want to discuss it.
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I'm on a ferry or boat with a bunch of people I don't know. They look like a cast from a movie, or survivor audition. We're heading over to an island, not a tropical one but something more like Manhattan, I think we're in New York.
On the island we begin to go down a long flight of stairs. It's like the entrance to a subway, a long metal tube plunging into the earth, and as far as we go there's still farther to descend. It takes all day.
At night we come up. We're being held here by these creatures - aliens, maybe? that operate out of a corner store, and we go and smash the windows of it, then run back to our subterranean lair. After we smash the windows someone says that we should call pest control, and looking back at the shop we can see this black ooze coming out of the window, there's no sign of the aliens or malevolence that's keeping us hostage, I expect to see a flood of cockroaches pouring from the building but there's nothing....
There's nothing we can do, if they catch us they'll kill us, or worse, but if they don't catch us and we live with them we'll live forever. We just want to be free.
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It's Halloween and I've hacked someone up, hung them upside-down over a pile of leaves to drain the blood first, then dismembered them into a heap of organs and limbs.
The children don't know, they think it's an exceptionally gruesome display on the front lawn, but other people have caught on.
The papers, they've got photos of my display on the front page and detailed ones inside, people are buying them like hotcakes, it's an award winning Halloween display for sure, I try to stop someone, a short fat man, from buying the paper - "Don't ..." I tell him, and put my hand on his arm to sell him; he knows, some of the others know, it's not just a display, they want to look.
I'm not going to get away with this forever, the police are coming to pick me up, they're at the front door. I tell the kids to eat their dinner, then go to the door, the police are there, I apologize and tell them I'm eating dinner, I'll just be half an hour.
I'll be going away for this one for quite some time.
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They've settled in, gotten longer, although never quite "good"...
#1 - I'm visiting my boy in Moose Jaw, at a school play, we're in the basement watching. One of his teachers does some tricks, they don't work out so good. Then I'm outside, going to go over to his Mom's for dinner with their family, the boy is wearing what look like plastic shin pads but have devils on them, that was for his part in the play. Only the boy has decided he doesn't want me to go, he's crying and having a fit at the thought that I'll come, so I'm going to go back to Calgary. I find my way to a gas bar and drink some water while I figure out how to return, eventually his mom and him come running, he's spotted my backpack and they come to get me.
#2 - I'm writing proverbs with some friends. Not writing them, so to speak, but finding things that famous people have said and am turning them into proverbs. I'm working on Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, these proverbs, once they're approved, will be added to the Bible, the Church is looking to bulk up the New Testament, and I argue "But Mozart was a Libertine..."
#3 - I've taken the boy to Cadomin Cave. It's been forever since we've been, and I'm surprised to find that the C-train goes right there now. We take the train and get off, it's inside something of a shopping mall / new suburb development, but they've preserved a few of the cave chambers so that people can crawl in them and get their picture taken. I check a couple of them out, as does the boy, it's not the same. So I go and ask the people at the information Kiosk about the Mess Hall, how can we get there and they don't know, sort through their papers and look for maps and I know one of them used to have a map but she can't find it now and eventually they tell me that it's been closed due to developments being built on top of it and there's no way in and I'm very, very annoyed...
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I'm living with a young Agatha Christie in the Southern US. It's not a romantic thing, I'm a lodger, I'm never home anyways because I'm working in this big restaurant, a Texas-styled bar and grill, I'm there all the time, day and night, all the waiters are older like me and it's got the vague feel of an ongoing nightmare from which there's no escape ....
When finally I do get home Agatha tells me she wants to move. The paint has blistered on the walls into curses and demonic sayings, blood leeches from the walls and the rooms are filled with an evil presence. The house is possessed. I go upstairs and in the hall on the way to my bedroom I find myself - for a moment - floating, before I land next to my room.
I can't blame her for wanting to move and so I say goodbye and she leaves. Now I have no place to live and find my way to the outskirts of town to hitchhike on to another town. There are other, older drifters like myself there trying to catch a ride as well. And then I'm talking to someone who's explaining to me how the house wasn't really haunted, how the place where I floated through the air is a geophysical anomoly, and remember, when I was flying there in the plane, how I floated up in my seat when we flew over the house? And I hadn't remembered at all but now I do and it all makes sense...