Hello, my Freaky Darlings!
Greetings from a rather chilly South Africa that is still grappling with the geopolitical shitstorm created by an inept government that is in over its head, not to mention the daily rolling blackouts that are crippling the economy and just generally pissing everyone off. Putin is apparently still popping over for a visit in August, and the guys in charge are still trying to figure out a way not to arrest him and send him to the Hague. It’s all fun and games until you’re stuck between a rock and a nuke.
But anyway, moving right along swiftly.
This week, I thought I’d share a dash of the crazy from Shadows.
“I know you’re in there,” BANG BANG BANG. “Open the bloody door, Sarah,” Tanya, my sister, yelled. Her knocking was insistent. I opened the door to find her with a disapproving scowl on her face, and one of her kids perched on her hip. Spittle ran down her youngest son’s chin. Slime-green snot oozed over his trembling upper lip.
I still saw stars from getting off the couch too quickly for my body and mind when I noticed there was something decidedly wrong with Tanya’s face.
“Your boss has been calling for the last hour.”
I knew she was talking to me, and I was supposed to respond, but her face distracted me. There was something wrong with it, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Sarah, you’re over two hours late for work.”
Justin, her eight-month-old, screamed. As he screamed, his face became a grisly mask. The snot turned into blood, and his skin turned grey.
“Sarah, are you listening to me?”
Tanya’s face kept changing. It looked like a crazy plastic surgeon had taken hold of her and left all of his tools sticking between her skin and facial bones. They were all at different angles. She looked like a human Picasso.
I couldn’t move.
“He’s been trying to call you on your cell for an hour, but you’re not picking up.”
The world spun too quickly. It spun out of control. Nausea welled, bringing the taste of bile. I tried to get away from them. Tanya grabbed my arm. I pulled away and threw up all over my red roses.
Justin screamed louder. I threw up again. Tanya rocked Justin and watched as I purged once more. The roses would never be the same again.
A phone rang somewhere. It could have been at the other end of the world. Justin’s screaming faded into a haze that enveloped me.
“That’s probably your boss again,” her voice was faint. “I’ll tell him you’re indisposed.” And she was gone. Just me and the roses. I dropped to my knees. The tiles were hard and cold. I was still wearing the skirt I’d worn to work the day before. The edge of the tiles dug into my bare skin. I vomited again. This time the roses were spared but the Lamb’s Ears ground cover took the full brunt.
In this week’s episode, I investigate the Goatman of Maryland.
I must admit this particular urban legend was one I’d never heard of, possibly because I’ve never attended the University of Maryland and don’t know anyone who has, but have you heard of it? Have you heard any other interesting variations on it? If you have, please let me know.
Shit to read
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Gratuitous Cat Pic
Well … that’s it for now. Until next time …
Happy reading, and thank you for being a Freaky Darling!