Once again I set off to question the guard.
Upon arrival at his post, i am greeted by a new guard.
Upon arrival at his post, i am greeted by a new guard.
'How do, the name's Nome, Gene Nome, at your service, how can I be of help?'
I think to myself, polite chap, this, and reply, 'where is the guard, N. Noam?'
Gene: He hasn't clocked in since a few nights ago. No one knows why, though rumors have it he ran off with a cat named Kiki. She's been gone, too. Heard tell she lived over near that clown, Pietro. Some new guy moved in where she lived, a wolf called Wolfgang of all things!
Me: What happened to all the red splatters that were here?
Gene: Oh, you mean that congealed sticky mess? My job to mop it up. All spic'n span now.
Me: (regretting having not gotten a sample during my previous visit) Is there any left?
Gene: Not here there's none, but you might try checking the forest there. I never venture in, spooky moans emanate from it nights, and organ music as well since I been here. *shaking his head* No siree, don't go in there, not my job.
Me: Well..
Gene: Yup, there's one deep in. They say it's a portal to Hell and from the moans I've heard, I believe it!
'Woe is he who circles well thrice' or something of that nature is writ on it. Or so I been told.
Me: As I was about to say, WELL, thank you for your time, you've been quite helpful (and as an afterthought)
What do you know of that Wraith fellow?
Gene: You mean the one what lives over yonder there?
Me: Yes.
Gene: Not much. See him leave the house nights but never see him return.
Just those dern bats circling and dive bombing me coming out of the forest.
It's like they delight in doing it. I swear I hear them chuckling.
Me: Thank you again, and if you think of anything else, here's my card, give me a call.
Gene: Sure will, ma'am, and a good day to you.
As I walk away, I begin digesting the information.
Feeling a bit dyspeptic.
(More to come...)
I think to myself, polite chap, this, and reply, 'where is the guard, N. Noam?'
Gene: He hasn't clocked in since a few nights ago. No one knows why, though rumors have it he ran off with a cat named Kiki. She's been gone, too. Heard tell she lived over near that clown, Pietro. Some new guy moved in where she lived, a wolf called Wolfgang of all things!
Me: What happened to all the red splatters that were here?
Gene: Oh, you mean that congealed sticky mess? My job to mop it up. All spic'n span now.
Me: (regretting having not gotten a sample during my previous visit) Is there any left?
Gene: Not here there's none, but you might try checking the forest there. I never venture in, spooky moans emanate from it nights, and organ music as well since I been here. *shaking his head* No siree, don't go in there, not my job.
Me: Well..
Gene: Yup, there's one deep in. They say it's a portal to Hell and from the moans I've heard, I believe it!
'Woe is he who circles well thrice' or something of that nature is writ on it. Or so I been told.
Me: As I was about to say, WELL, thank you for your time, you've been quite helpful (and as an afterthought)
What do you know of that Wraith fellow?
Gene: You mean the one what lives over yonder there?
Me: Yes.
Gene: Not much. See him leave the house nights but never see him return.
Just those dern bats circling and dive bombing me coming out of the forest.
It's like they delight in doing it. I swear I hear them chuckling.
Me: Thank you again, and if you think of anything else, here's my card, give me a call.
Gene: Sure will, ma'am, and a good day to you.
As I walk away, I begin digesting the information.
Feeling a bit dyspeptic.
(More to come...)