Nov 23, 2023
The high council came to an agreement for the first time in years. They voted to uphold the ‘Fucker’s Day Sale’ act of 1801. The timber toothed cheerleaders started screaming in agreement. It really made everyone happy.
The teachers started to wonder if they’d gone too far with their beating of the children.
The sun set over an orange field. The clouds receded. All that was left was a black castle. It loomed large. It cast an eerie glow. The thing was alive.
The inspector arrived at its base. He found his way into the technologic maze. Wires were strewn across the stone floor. Red flashing lights glowed through the fog.
The inspector felt that he was being watched. He turned his head and beheld a cat. It looked down on him with a terrible yellow grin.
“Have I been here before?” Asked the inspector.
The cat laughed. His eyes rolled back into his head. His mouth opened and out came an army officer carrying a tuba. The miniature musician played a triumphant song.
The inspector became lonesome and fearful. He turned around to run. The hallway elongated the faster he traveled. He could never reach the end. The walls started the change colours. They turned a bright baby blue.
“Let me out!” Screamed the inspector. “I’m innocent!”
A loud voice filled the hallway. “You’re here for two more months! Get comfortable and find your room!”
The inspector stopped running. Was this declaration true? Was he indeed trapped for the next eight weeks?
He made his way towards a door that was slightly ajar. He poked his head inside. It was beautifully furnished. The room had golden chandeliers and thick red carpets. A fish tank sat on a long wooden table.
The inspector entered the room cautiously. There were no windows. He turnd his head like an owl. He was surveying his surroundings for danger.
Night fell outside the castle. The inspectors wife stood by front door. She gazed out over the cold windy fields.
“Where is my man?” She howled into the night.
The beautiful shishka returned inside and boiled water for coffee. She decided to stay up until he returned.
She sat down in her soft purple chair and closed her eyes. The pain she felt was overwhelming. She knew of a place where her emotions were less intense. It was a realm deep within. She tried to go there.
The haunting of the inspector began at 11:11 pm. His room became cold. His hair became damp with sweat. A dark figure stood in the corner of the room.
“Death? Is it you?” Whispered the inspector.
The figure did not answer.
The inspector tried to sleep. He could not. He tossed turned. His sheets became wet. He felt that he was losing his mind. His memories came and went. He couldn’t remember where he was, or how he’d arrived. He seemed to remember having a wife.