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The Visitor From Curtisville14--What Little Remain
Chapter 14--What Little Remains
(1) Terrapin Junction, Zelmak District of Hogan’s Gap 12:56 A. M.
Tiptoeing down the hall to the main suite, Ann carefully unhooked the decorative receiver from its delicately cut-crystal and brass base. Pressing it tight against her ear, she dialed 0.
“Good evening,” said a nasally female voice. “This is Miss Rose, your Zelmak City operator. How may I help you?”
“Yes,” Ann whispered, “I’m trying to reach someone named Ellery Wilcox. She’s staying at the Golden Onion Inn, I don’t know the number of the place, just the address--507 Ziiwi Avenue.”
“One moment, please,” the operator said in a parrot-like voice. “I shall contact information.”
Ann waited nervously as she listened to the weird clicks and buzzes signifying a possible connection. A second voice came on, sounding equally parrot-like. As the two o
The Visitor From Curtisville--Chapter 13
Chapter 13--A Restless Night
(1) Terrapin Junction, Zelmak District of Hogan’s Gap 12:00 P. M.
Ann Mcclaren lay awake in the darkness in one of the fourth-floor bedroom with the high narrow lattice windows. Her parents had let her chose it herself since she was now fifteen. The reason she wanted it was because its huge arched windows faced out over the massive courtyard with its numerous topiary hedges, flower beds and flagstone paths. Ten-year-old Dylan and twelve-year-old Gerry were further down the hall in their own bedroom (much to her relief) while right door slept her parents.
Minutes slowly ticked by, it was now half past midnight, but Ann was far too giddy and restless to sleep.
It had been an exciting and wonderful evening. The Faire Folk had served them dinner in a huge dining room adorned with wreaths and flower garlands, corn dollies and silk and gold sun symbols.
Ann was amazed how delicious the food was--shish
The Ghoul's Lament
The Ghoul's Lament
Why am I hung in chains,
For the crows who peck my eyes,
And delve with black beaks into my brains?
Lies! The crimes they blame on me, all lies.
I never harmed a living man, I killed no one.
I merely took what I found in the ground,
I always returned the bones when I was done.
No harm did I, but fiend and Hell Hound
You called me, monster and ghoul.
The body, is nothing after the soul has left,
If not I then the worms. Why need you be so cruel?
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