October 28th, 2010
|07:25 am - Haunting in an Age of Recession, Part 5|
And here we go on this Thursday, with a little more of the story. I think we're closer to the end than I'd imagined, so this will probably end on Saturday rather than All Hallows Eve itself. (Appropriate, since it's the last day before the time-change!) But we'll see.
When last we met, we were here:He runs straight toward Ash Avenue. The mist gets heavier with every step, every note.
The first thing he sees through the fog is the pink tricycle in the middle of the street. Not just pink any more -- there are stains on the seat and handlebars.
He stops, jogs in place, looks. The stains could be rust, could be tears, could be blood.
In an upper window of the old two-story house, a light gleams out. It seems to intensify the mist, though, not cut through it.
Here the mist isn't still. No wind, but there are shapes in the midst of it. Shapes of the trees, looming over, reaching out; shapes of another sort, moving, moving.
Hal takes in a breath, takes an old anger. His fingers twitch as if needing the weight of a weapon.
He remembers again that fall-festival night at college, the lamplight shining on canvas. The thick material had ripped when the would-be storyteller had run, and from behind it, night came.
"It's sunrise, damn it!" Hal shouts into the emptiness. "Sun's coming up!"
Mist-shapes ripple -- amused, not frightened.
He looks over his shoulder. The tricycle is moving, moving toward him, a slow creaking advance. The handlebars look like knife-points.
A light flashes on in the empty house of the Robertsons'. Light flashes on in the empty house of the family. Two lights flash on in the old two-story house.
And as the shapes come closer, music blasts out from all sides. Clarinet, and a high cold voice: "'In the mood, oh boy, give me some kissing...'"
He tries, but he can't run. Touch or no damn touch, his stupid self came into this trap all on his own, he thinks. Can't get himself out, not by running.
Mist-shapes, and Glenn Miller, and the creak of the tricycle, closer, closer....
Hal opens his hands. No weapons, and if anyone's hurt, it's going to be him. Just him. 'Cause he's a protector, that's what he is.
At the first touch on his ankles, he almost falls.
Thank you, and happy Thursday to all!
|Date:||October 28th, 2010 11:38 am (UTC)|| |
kids bikes - never not scary.
Re kids' bikes -- I know! Why is that, I wonder? (As I ran in the fog myself this morning, I saw one and shivered. [grin])
Hugs and thanks thanks, L!
|Date:||October 28th, 2010 12:11 pm (UTC)|| |
You are the best at telling a story in small bites.
Thank you, A -- I appreciate your reading and your kind words. Thanks twice, and have a good Thursday, with art! :-)
Hal is impressively brave.
I'm so glad that's coming through! Thank you thank you, Stevie. I really do appreciate your reading. Happy Thursday!
Yikes, creepy tricycle was really creepy. I hope Hal's going to be okay....
We shall see. ;-)
But I am grateful right now for your reading and commenting. Thank you thank you! (And a good day, too!)
I'm now sitting on my feet, just so nothing can touch my ankles.
Heeee. I'll check back on that after tomorrow's installment. ;-)
Thank you thank you, Susan, I smiled when I read your comment! I appreciate your reading, always.
Re question: my lips are zipped.
Thanks, L, thanks twice for reading! Happy Thursday! :-)
The scariest thing is that with completely original characters, I can have no surety that Hal will make it through the mist safely. Or if he does, that there won't be further horrors. The red-eyed killer dog still creeps me out!
That sitting on the ankles things sounds like a good plan to me....
And you are of course right to wonder about these things, and I will start to answer them. Tomorrow. :-)
Hugs and thanks and thanks again, ALH. Happy Thursday!
oops. cat, of course ...what was I thinking? Even creepier...
Ack! Creepy tricycle!!
It is a question for the ages -- are tricycles creepy because of The Omen? Or are they just creepy?
Hugs and thanks and a good Thursday, Gwynne!
Thank you thank you for reading and reacting. :-) I really do appreciate it!
(Happy almost-Friday, too.)