Chapter 1
Mrs Brown had murdered her baby. She cried and cried crucifixion non of her damned business. Her unborn baby died because of that Mrs Brown. Mrs Brown had destroyed her foetus and maddened her by being so bossy.
What marks life? Where is the sense in marking terror in the eyes of Mrs Brown she had become not gross but a mother? She jumped up and down as she threw herself into her work.
"Flush her down the slush pile."
"Make her life a misery."
She hated my ignorance and made herself the storyteller because that kept me quiet. What I did not understand she demonstrated in a rather inelegant manner as the air hostesses do.
Mrs Brown was not the only one who had lost a baby in her womb. The man's wife had one too. She too went mad. It appears that every time someone loses their foetus they go mad.
Not even born but love their everlasting love. Unconditional love and love pure and tender as the milk which flows from the dons. I am no longer loved.
"How did it happen?"
"She blames me is out to get me."
"We were not in the same room the poor rich woman thought it was me."
"Why?"
"Because of telepathy."
"But I am known as a schizophrenic."
"In fact when it happened the rich esquire and his pregnant Mrs was in Scotland."
"I was here in London."
"But you wished her ill?"
"She got the esquire sir." The esquire did his mouth a twist.
"What about him?" asked the esquire as a Mages rest it was his duty to judge in a manner bespeaking the quest and right of parliamentary procedure.
"We love you woman."! Cried the crowd who had been upper against the caste system all along.
"What right do you have woman any property?"
"No sir."
"No more hairdressing for her and her skin could go to smallpox and then her bad tooth can become even worse for there was no dentist for the damned woman."
His wife had gone mad and she was mouthing the words from the pulpit to the priest so if all failed she had someone else to fall back on. She gave generously to the church and they claimed that as well.
So Mrs Brown went with the axe and axed her out and out. The murder happened and Mrs Brown was hanged.
"But she made my life hell why shouldn't I have done it?" Said Mrs Brown over and over again? "I wished her ill even forgotten about it and she came to harm when least expect it."
"Murder will out."
"Impossible thing to have happened if you were in Scotland I was in London and had no dealings with anyone and had no intense experience."
"It is your doing."
"Madness?" Asked Mrs Brown.
"Well, murder is bad."
"But it was a crime which happened because she abused me." Mrs Brown after much torture was semi convinced of the crime.
"Well, it is bad doing killing."
"And she did say you murdered her baby."
"No it was nothing of the sort I had an accident and I do not know how she happened to get wind of it."
A mother got mental because her baby died. We can understand this and she had to blame someone. She got to thinking and blamed me.
"Bringer of bad luck." They came out of the cloisters and such stuff. They came towards me they did not know the state of me? I was broken. But the things remained the goal they went for me.
"We can't make our minds up so purgatory."
"Do I have to?"
"Or is it hell you prefer?"
"No, I will go to purgatory."
"How long does it last this purgatory?"
"Until you know what you did wrong."
"Well it is not warm and it is not cold."
"It is normal."
"Very dull though."
"Well, that is right."
"Have you any good books"?
"No."
About a hundred years have passed since the sentence.
Dragging footsteps and masking the steps with the agreeable chatter. Mrs Brown from down under came from the grave to see the worst things possible happen.
So many criminals Mrs Brown had been with.
So much had happened to her and yet had not happened. She wished she had never been born.
"You will be sent down and killed by hanging."
"You will be sent down and gassed."
"You will be sent down and injected with a lethal poison."
"Improvements all round?"
"Yes of course it is so good and useful to see."
"Don't watch too much of it."
"We all believe in this?"
"This is nonsense."
Childish laughter laughed from beneath the tabletop. The table is ready to pop. Plopped went the soap bucket with the sods and the sobs came from the top.
"It was always the maid's fault that was when they stopped having maids. It sent them all mad."
"It was because we got poor."
"No money in being a maid then?"
We must stop them. Sorry, they have stopped themselves stone dead. The gravity of the situation was dead was behaving badly. They just wanted to watch the wretched living as entertainment.
The lives which they spent living had made them feel for the people in their houses. They actually had nicer places to live than in their own times. That they had to have more time with them. What did it matter to them if the reels inside the homes were more entertaining than the little pristine people with their headphones?
They came out of the woodwork they stink the place they asked to be known. The same family where no one dies.
"They speak in Oxford not as normal people should."
"They speak in difficult accents too high pitch to understand."
"Times have changed?"
"They don't have enough plagues."
"Call the doctor to give them more of that pill."
"Their clan never fails."
The economy is theirs.
"I gave all my customers the poisons and they died mercifully."
"What did they die from?"
"Married my husband for his money."
"The cement would have been a second baby. My life is more than being a shag."
"I am upset been maddened by a woman who settles old scores for the life of me I do not know about. How unkind how stupid of her to think she can better me?"
"Self-made."
Mrs Borrows came from the depths too. She was still sitting where a boulder had hit her making her hard as a nail.
You see with the living there is always a plain common sense with the dead there is almost nothing. Like a dog, they gore at one until there's nothing left.
"I am still sitting down how dare you try to force me in. When I died I was sad and when I am a ghost I am still sitting."
"Where did it come from?"
"He married."
"Because I was dead."
I broke their china.
"There was no china left in there. So they moved."
"Were they unhappy?"
"I am not sure."
"She came out sat too and began to watch reels of nudes."
"Did she ?"
"Well, she was an aspiring actress."
"Oh them."
"Then she had babies."
"How many ?"
"Ten."
"She lost it then?"
"Lost her figure."
"So she began to rage against him who gave her all them dead babies."
"Why they mistake?"
"They did not come to fruition."
"Poor thing."
"Yes, so he wept and finished building the kitchen and went and hanged himself."
"He missed you?"
"But tell them to see."
"They will never understand."
"We do not need anything here."
"Most definitely we do not."
"Because?"
"We are the udead."
"Until we become not dead."
"No one dies in our family."
