29/10/08
The house is very cold right now. Even with the boiler on.
The house is also very strange. There appears to be an altar in the back garden. There's also a sinister tree that, in daylight, is covered in juicy apples. Strange noises. The back door has a zombie bolt. The clock on the cooker did that weird thing from The Ring. The wiring was done by a madman. Two showers were installed, one was mistakenly done so by who the letting agents refer to merely as an 'intellectually inadequate artisan'. There's a padlocked attic. Padlocked. Got that? It might only be ceiling cat, but I bet there's an elder sign on the other side of it.
All things considered, there are two likelihoods:
1) Great Old One in the attic, or
2) House was built by Bloody Stupid Johnson.
In other news, I'll be going back to Manchester tomorrow, for one or two nights. My Grandmother, Constance Mary Rampling (Granny Molly, as she was always known) passed away recently, aged ninety-five. Her funeral will be this Friday.
The house is also very strange. There appears to be an altar in the back garden. There's also a sinister tree that, in daylight, is covered in juicy apples. Strange noises. The back door has a zombie bolt. The clock on the cooker did that weird thing from The Ring. The wiring was done by a madman. Two showers were installed, one was mistakenly done so by who the letting agents refer to merely as an 'intellectually inadequate artisan'. There's a padlocked attic. Padlocked. Got that? It might only be ceiling cat, but I bet there's an elder sign on the other side of it.
All things considered, there are two likelihoods:
1) Great Old One in the attic, or
2) House was built by Bloody Stupid Johnson.
In other news, I'll be going back to Manchester tomorrow, for one or two nights. My Grandmother, Constance Mary Rampling (Granny Molly, as she was always known) passed away recently, aged ninety-five. Her funeral will be this Friday.