TFW CH 21 Are You WELL?

Fear Of Ghosts  by The Cure  

“Hello?”

The shrill ring of a young woman’s voice echoed down the hallway from beyond the opened front door.

Silence welcomed her into the cottage.

OK, then.

She stepped in and closed the door behind her.  The dogs were barking outside in the morning, you know.

In the interior of the gloomy cottage, she heard soft whimpering and a bit of gurgling.  Her shoe slipped in something sticky on the floor and she looked down.  Someone had dropped splotches of coffee on the floor, and they led down the hallway.

Sven clawed his way back to consciousness, grabbing at the slippery walls of his dark mental well.  He saw a glint of sunlight and heard footfalls that echoed down the hallway.

That is always the best way to wake up, isn’t it?

Now listen: after you have experienced injury, you must check yourself.  You have to make certain that you are not mortally injured nor have lost your face in a fight.  It takes feeling from the inside to the outside with gentle movements.

Sven did this, as he heard the soft squish of footfalls in them pools of blood.

Like keys jangling on a kitchen floor.

Whose memory was that, anyway?

Sven slowly rolled over in the darkened pool of blood onto his elbows and knees.

He looked up at the face that peeked around the corner of the bathroom doorway.

The young lady stood back in horror.  She shouted.  She said, “Is that you?  That other guy is gross!  What happened?!”

Sven got up with his clothes drenched and pouring dark blood and he said, “I’m back, baby.  Wanna have some fun?  Hugs!”

Huh.

Sven was a bit touchy-feely. 

He could have gotten fired from his job.

But do you know, my friend,

His next victim was not his boss.

God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.

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