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Sparks Flew

Well, that was exciting.

I arrived home at eight tonight and pulled into my driveway, as I do. It was raining, so I got ready to make a run for the house. I grabbed my bag, opened the driver’s door, put one foot out, and heard a loud bang. Followed by many other loud bangs.

Fireworks? I wondered. No. A transformer blew about five houses down the street from mine, on my side of the street.

It wasn’t happy enough to go off with a pop.

No.

It crackled and sizzled and fizzed in all the colours of the rainbow, the sparks traveling up the wires to RIGHT BEHIND MY FRIGGIN’ CAR where I had, by then retreated with both feet, up and down and up and down for about a full minute before it finally fizzled out.

To say I was terrified and fascinated in equal measures is, well, pretty much the truth.

The extravaganza stopped at the transformer outside my house, so we have power. All my neighbours down the street aren’t so lucky.

I’ve seen a transformer blow before, but this was just … spectacularly horrifying!

I just wish I’d had the presence of mind to take a picture instead of sitting there peeing myself, wondering if I was going to make it the twenty feet to my front door.

Without being fried.

*doesn’t insert copyrighted image of Wile E. Coyote electrocuting himself

 

 


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61. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

Tuesday, October 31st, 10:00pm
Mortimer (and Hillary)

 

Mortimer sits at the window. Hillary takes the seat beside him.

Mortimer: I used to drive this bus.

Hillary: I beg your pardon?

Mortimer: I was a bus driver. This used to be my bus.

Hillary: That’s nice.

Mortimer: Yes, back in nineteen-seventy-three.

Hillary: I didn’t think the bus was that old.

Mortimer: (smiles) She looks good for her age, doesn’t she?

Hillary: I guess.

Mortimer: A girl died on this bus. Right in the seat across the aisle, as a matter of fact.

Hillary: Huh.

Mortimer: Her boyfriend stabbed her seventeen times.

Hillary: That’s awful. Were you driving the bus that day?

Mortimer: I was. It was a horrible thing indeed. In fact it was Hallowe’en night. Forty-four years ago today.

Hillary: (stares over at the second seat on the left) Creepy. You must have nightmares. (turns back to look at him) I …

Mortimer is gone.

 

Next stop: Wednesday, November 1st, 7:00pm

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Just Jot It January 29th – Ghost

Let me start by saying I’m afraid of ghosts. At least other people’s ghosts. Their ghost stories scare me. I think it must be the unpredictability of them, because I’m fine with writing my own ghost stories.

For me, a ghost story has to have a romantic element for it to be enjoyable. Like in the movie Ghost, which is arguably the most famous purely paranormal romance out there, there has to be a feeling of comfort for me to be able to watch it or read it. I remember the first time I tried to read Stephen King’s The Shining – I couldn’t. I got as far as the twins in the hallway and I had to put it down. Yes, I was only about fourteen years old at the time, but it wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I was able to read the whole thing. And I still look for a spooky set of twins every time I stay in a hotel. Especially if it’s an old one.

It’s funny, I used to love to be scared by certain movies and books (but not too scared, Mr. King) but now I’d really rather not. Is that growing up? Or growing old?

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One-Liner Wednesday – Angry Rose

dead rose

Apparently it wasn’t happy that I allowed it to die…

angry

The stuff of nightmares is dying in my kitchen

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The rules that I’ve made for myself (but don’t always follow) for “One-Liner Wednesday” are:

1. Make it one sentence.

2. Make it either funny or inspirational.

Have fun!


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4/16 – Yesterday’s News – The Horror of Hallowe’en

Hallowe’en is coming and houses are being decorated in preparation for the big night. Parents will usher their kiddies up and down the street, teens will dress up one last time in hopes of scoring a vomit-worthy stash. Our little ghouls and goblins who are out to trick and receive treats are anticipating not only the sweets, but also the scares. The frightening begins and ends with monsters, ghosts, jack-o-lanterns and creatures of the night. Or does it?

Personally, I find the worst – the most chilling of the lot, are the yearly list of warnings:

Check the candy before you eat it!

Don’t accept anything not prepackaged!

Of course the safety list goes on. But what the hell with the poisoned, razor-blade-ladened food? Do we distrust our neighbours this much? Is anyone actually stupid enough to still attempt to get away with such abominations? After all, it’s been what… 40 years since all this paranoia began? I suppose we’ve become so accustomed to being told that there are real threats everywhere that we accept this the way we do anything else.

So kiddies, watch out, because it’s not the vampire hovering at your window, or the mummy banging at the lid of its coffin you have to worry about. It’s the nice little old lady down the street who spent weeks making candy apples that you need to fear the most.

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Edit: The statistics of poisoning in Hallowe’en candy – here.