Thursday, 15 September 2022
Wednesday, 14 September 2022
The vistor and the werewolf
Peering out the door at his visitor the old man with enormous eyebrows said.
(Come in)
(I have had no visitors for quite some time as I live here in the mountains and strangers like yourself pass infrequently, the last one was a couple of months ago since then I have been hungry for conversation.)
The visitor entered the old man's cottage which was ancient looking and took off his hat and coat and sat down on a comfortable chair.
The old man asked.
(How can I help you)
The man replied.
(Sir, I have been sent by the University of Heidelberg as I am studying a dissertation on Lycanthropy and I was told by my professor that you have written some extraordinary curious books on the subject so I decided to come and see you and pick your brain for information and source material)
(I confess I had a hard time finding out where you live as soon as I spoke to the local villagers at the mere mention of your name their fled in fear as if I ask to see satan himself.)
(It's only when I bribed one of the villager's children with sweets that I learn of this mountain and your cottage.)
The old man smiled at his visitor revealing a set of white, gleaming teeth that the visitor thought were a bit incongruous for an old man.
The old man went on to talk about how explorers of this subject were mostly superstitious fools afraid of the dark.
Then the old man walked to his desk, opened a drawer and took out a strange-shaped bottle which contained a vile green liquid.
The old man showed the visitor and said in an amused kind of way
(This liquid can magically change anyone into a werewolf even you!)
The visitor laughed with a sense of wonder and curiosity.
(Surely you are toying with me, sir?)
The old man said.
(Oh I see you don't believe me, I think it is time to prove to you that the liquid works)
Then the old man rubs the vile green liquid onto his face, hands, and body.
The visitor is transfixed to the spot like a statue thinking surely he was dealing with the ideas of a madman and the old man was playing a trick on him.
But after a few moments transformation had happened for standing in front of the visitor was a half man, half wolf hideous beast, the visitor tried to turn and flee but it was already too late for the werewolf's fangs were at his throat.
TORRIDGE COUNCIL BULLIES
Today my wife was bullied and carjoled into applying for joint universal credit by Torridge council rent department due to fact her age is now 66 so she does not count as the householder and if she refused we would have to pay full rent and council tax on benefits.
Personally I would told them to shove it their arse I have informed the council if this affects your benefits in any way I take as far possible as I hate doing something that has been forced upon us , so beware it could be you next.
Monday, 12 September 2022
Chess by Mark Antony Raines.
A rewrite of Checkmate (1954)Frankenstien comics.
My wife hated it when I got up in the middle of the night turned on the light just jot something down in his notebook.
(What are you doing for Pity's sake at this unearthly hour)said, my wife.
I just told her his work was not complete yet and put out the light and told her to go back to sleep.
(Go back to sleep )my wife mimicked me and then added.
(You think it is that easy now I my sleep has been disturbed)
I replied I could think why she could not go back to the realm of the Sandman.
My wife then sarcastically told me how this was the fourth night in a row I had done this and she was beginning to get suspicious.
I fell silent apart from the snoring coming from my nasal problem to my open mouth.
So my wife out of frustration shook me violently awake.
Screaming.
(If I can not sleep why should you).
I told her I just wanted a piece of privacy but she took the notebook from my hand and put on her reading glasses to see what scribes I had put on paper.
The notebook read.
(Gluch -gumption-ghost -gambit -gold)
My wife looked me dead in the eyes and said.
(What is this gibberish?)
I informed her that for the last succession of four nights I have the same dream and I decided to write down keywords so as not to forget what I had just dreamt.
My wife what the dream was about, I preceded that in my dream I playing chess with a ghost that every time I make a move keeps saying over and over.
(That is not the right Gambit and if you had sort of gumption you run the can't let of doom into the gulch and pick up more gold than ever need in your lifetime )
I said to my wife Libby I think the ghost is testing me she presumed that I was joking but I told her firmly the dream was driving me crazy.
Libby just told me I was a stupid fool to think a ghost would tell him of the gold mine in his dreams.
So she grabbed the notepad and tossed it into the air, as reached the foot of the bed suddenly a ghostly shape reached out its bony hand and snatched the notebook right in thin air and then the notebook floated out of the bedroom window into the night.
(Did you see that?)said Libby in a very hoarse voice from screaming.
I just looked on panicked and bewildered and we both decided there and then we wished to no longer live in a house of a mad ghost.
The next day Mr and Mrs John awaited the estate agent to open his office.
They informed him to resale the house and asked about its history.
He told them he had expected thus this to happen as it had been sold and resold for years due that the wife of a mining man that once owned the house centuries ago used it after his death and held seances to find out were his mines were located without success, but the miner was known to be an eccentric old cuss and used to play chess with his wife all the time but never told her anything.
Sunday, 11 September 2022
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