“She was silenced after her gibberish went public, "
"We hate publicity
“Well a happy ending?”
"She is living through me because she no longer human,"
“Yes, that is what matters does it not?”
“Yes, it does.”
“Still on medication?”
“No one can take a chance to let her off and of course her life dependence on the meds.”
“So not Scot free?”
“Well I am off to bed.”
“Yes, it has been a high treat listening to all this.”
“Yes, it was.”
The psychologist is leaving no longer able to renew her contract as she no longer the right person for the job. She has her family to think of.
She has that twinkle in her eyes.
The madman goes to her doom as the house becomes her sty.
And they go to bed and do what they did many times before and someone wild is watchful inside the house groaning and moaning the ghosts the shackles of the doomed. The whimpers of the night as the wildness of the night decreases and then the peace and the quiet as the morning comes and two dead men in there looking stunned and why? There is no cause there is no cause at all. They died of excitement while they were having sex. The autopsy said.
"I did not kill them."
"Who did they in your house."
"I had no idea they lived in my house they lived in the attic."
"Well what does the psychologist think?"
"And there is two dead men in your attic and you don't know how they got there?"
"Is this for real?"
"Exacting the truth is like binge drinking one has to be patient. Two dead men in the attic is the clue why is there no one else the gang was many and sadly I am nothing but the underdog who sometimes lies. I told you all I lie sometimes to make a good thing happiest. This is my breakaway this is the true ending when they come and kill each other in my home."
"No they don't do that they are going to do something else?"
I breathe more normally than I back down. That they are doing the honour killing and they have no honour makes me sad. What is the meaning of their relationship to me? They have this idea bless them that their genes must mutate in order to create more of themselves. So many of themselves so that they do have the best of their own. I do feel for them their genes not being passed on.
The devil likes to multiply into many, then he is not known to be himself he is hidden. From the gaze of them who should be afraid. No one seeks him or sees him.
"Family do's and don't if father does not have a little keepsake from one of his daughters then he will stay on indefinitely."
"Renew the tree and so on."
"He is known as the bagman." I yelled at someone anyone listening to me but there is no one now.
"That name rings a bell." But no one reads nowadays we are all busy being ourselves.
"Father was known when young as that because he used to collect in the bag stuff and things. He went and burgled and he the job. He went with his bag and he was that man he did no harm back than he was better able to sustain himself without letting blood and then he was supported by the community because he a good wise man. He pretended to be a gas man and he stole. His thefts became so notorious they did not put the meters which we have now? He brought on change and that is why he is someone.
"What happened to him?"
The bag man was himself bagged.
"Made him diabolical. He could never kill his wife and the children so he has the wit and the ill will to do it for the other members of his family."
The family all believe in spells it is one thing they believe in. Superstitious and such like? Oh yes because they know that spells work.
"A curse or something."
"Done by grand Gold she put a spell on him when they were in love." She went up a tree and said the spell and threw herself down because she hated him so much. She was dead within a fortnight but she made it she had that smile on her face someone said as if she had done something nasty. Well that was one thing she did and that was nasty.
Trapped us all inside this cotton wool of some kind we are forever going in and out unable to kick us out. That we are unable to stay away from each other or behave. That we now unable to be.
"So he is trapped in a spell and cannot kick his habits and he cannot kill the woman who is your stepma?"
"My dear every time he does an innocent comes and knocks him from his rage."
"He then kills the innocent?"
"Bad for business that."
"It is all made up?"
"Trust me this is what it is."
"We do not believe it."
"Trust me I do not care."
"Of all the fooled why bother listening to her?"
"Because it might be true and save your bacon."
"I do not have a bacon." Being a good non pork eater.
Then we went to tea and had some snacks and had a fun day out on a picnic before they would kill me. I just heard him laugh out loud and louder and that made me smile. He is distasteful too. But no one seems to care or mind what anybody does to me it is them they care about and that is what it is. No one cares for you.
"What happened to the two men in the attic?"
"They were taken care off."
"Well that is a good nasty thought."
"I have thoughtfulness all around me which is what is nice about me."
"Your father is a ass." said dad and I thought about it and smiled.
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