Sep 07, 2009 22:36
When I was small, my greatmother would tell me stories late at night. As I grew, I learned them from her, and told them in turn to my sister.
[she pauses, thinking through theses times. simpler, happier days.]
None were quite so morbid and bloody as what I - what we - saw in our dreams this time.
The tower brings these things; is there a way to stop the tower from coming closer?
[another pause. in the background the ghoul whines a little.]
Ah - yes - I apologize for my....pet zombie.
[fffff.]
Do not be frightened of him if he approaches you. He means no harm.
[a little wry.]
Although, if you do see him carrying my little speaking device...see if you could discourage him from it. He seems to like it.
[and as she goes to turn off the communicator, under her breath;]
commala....commala...
zombeh zombeh in ur hed in ur he-e-e-ed,
event,
a wild moocow appears!