October 20, 2005

IN THE SPIRIT

Bane and Queenie seem to be in the mood for Devil's Night of late. Ghastly tales of Strange Fruit, Blackened Shadow, and other things that go bump in the night. Good Lord, Deliver Us, we Espicopalians would suffix that with. In fact, that Scottish prayer is framed upon my wall.

Me? Never seen a spook, or ghost, or haint, or spirit. Been skeered aplenty as a lad, but I chalk that up to the power of suggestion, an abandoned farmhouse late of a blustery October night, a rat infested hayloft when the frost is on the pumpkin, about-to-go-out-of-control bonfires with drunken men in nominal charge.

It's not that I don't believe, or disbelieve. But it would be nice if once, just once, someone came up to me and showed me a wandering tormented soul, belayed of being interred for unspeakable reasons, trapped in a Mason jar. And say "Lookee here what I brought you, Velociman." And I could put it in the Batcave, and torment it further. Now that would have legs, as they say.

Posted by Velociman at October 20, 2005 8:30 PM
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I once spied the ghost of Jack Straw in the Oconee Hills Cemetery...

Posted by: rankin' rob at October 20, 2005 9:16 PM

Luckily, that was the only time that anything spooky has happened to me in a real, live setting. I've had some fucking frightening nightmares that seemed real as shit, and I've seen reality go bad a time or eight, but nothing like that. Believe me, though - seeing a door - high up in the air like that one was, a door you KNEW was locked - slam of its own accord...well, that's scary enough.

I wasn't lying about the wet spot I left in the bed, either. Shiver!

Posted by: Queenie at October 20, 2005 9:17 PM

I can bring you something else in a Mason jar, but I don't think you'd want it.

Posted by: Jack Straw at October 20, 2005 9:20 PM

Oh, I have not yet got started, by far.

This is a Dark Month, for me. Peckish and worrisome.

Wear a cup...

Posted by: Bane at October 20, 2005 10:05 PM

Still trying to pawn that off, Jack? If only you'd tell me what part of Joe Battle that is, I might bite, so to speak.

Posted by: Velociman at October 20, 2005 10:18 PM

Hmm. A haint in a mason jar, eh? No doubt kept in his Glass Prison by the Awesome Spectral Power of the Blown Rectum Spidum.

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