Saturday, August 1, 2009

You Can't Handle the Truth

The suspense was killing Bro. So he pressed Baby harder on the issue of her experience in the crypt.

Baby admitted that she could remember parts but that it was all very strange and terribly disturbing. She said, "Imagine your worst nightmare. Now multiply that by 100." Bro shivered at the thought.

Later, the two of them sat out by the fire pit and roasted marshmallows. After a bit, Baby talked some more. She said that it felt like she had fallen into some kind of horrifying psychic vortex. She was overwhelmed by a vague but powerful premonition that unspeakable horrors were rushing down upon her. Rushing down upon them all. Bro felt very cold all of a sudden.

"One more thing." She said as she blew on her roasted marshmallows, "There was something else in there with me. I didn't see it. It was too dark. But I knew it was there. Something alive."

Next: It's Not Easy Being Green

6 comments:

  1. Oh wow - this entry was very good. Great writing and pictures. I really want to know what was in the crypt with her.

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  2. Thanks Misty. But are you sure you REALLY want to know...? ;-)

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  3. I do! I do!! Great entry! Just found this blog tonight and am reading it through! LOL

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  4. Thanks, Anon! I appreciate all of your awesome comments!

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  5. probably the grim... or a troll!

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