Chapter Forty Two, abducted!
e, the day of the dead prowler took off his big mask. “YOU!” exclaimed Tyler.
“In person,” said the gnome.
“Look, what do you want with me?”
“I want you and Pauline to stop that little support group thing you’re trying to do. It isn’t going to help anyone anyway. People do what they want to nowadays. Or rather, the boss wants you to stop.”
“You know,” said the gnome. “The big guy. Red suit? Pitchfork? I don’t like to say his name. Sometimes we call him Mr. L.”
“We’re not going to stop it.”
“Well you just think about it for a while,” said the giant gnome.” I may have to go get some reinforcements.”
Tyler looked around then and he was being pinned against the wall by what looked like a real skeleton. But the skeleton was dressed in wedding clothes and had a veil over its face. Its skull was painted like the Day of the Dead sugar skulls. If this wasn’t the weirdest dream, thought Tyler. But there was really something in that kitchen, he thought. The big guy with the big fake head. How do I get out of here? He wondered.
He tried talking to the skeleton. “So do you work for the big gnome?” He asked. “What are you guys trying to do?”
A scratchy voice came out of the skeleton and its jaws moved. “He just told me to keep you here. I work for him, he tells me what to do. But his boss tells HIM what to tell me to do. HA HA HA HA!” It cackled in a laugh that was like metal on metal--or more realistically like bone on bone!
“I have to get back to my wife,” Tyler tried again. “Can you let me use a phone?”
“The dead use no phones! We have our own way of communicating. Your wife has been informed that you are missing. If she is paying attention, she will understand what she is to do to ensure your release and safe return! But if you stay here you will become like us! You are in a spirit world and there is no food, and really no water for you to drink. How long can you live without food and water? HA HA HA HA!” That cackling, scraping laugh again! “It is as though you are locked in one of our tombs!”
“Why does that gnome care about what we are doing?” Tyler was getting desperate.
“The dead know nothing! The dead do not hear or communicate with the living! HA HA HA HA!”
Tyler slumped against the wall in the corner. What would Pauline do? Pray. He should pray. And he knew if she really knew he was missing, she would be praying too.