Here’s the scenario. Sheriff’s deputies in central Florida chase after a biker who supposedly used a gun to threaten other motorists. Biker runs out of gas and pulls into a service station. Deputies catch up to him while he’s pumping gas, and try to tackle him. I am not persuaded that that was a good idea.
Henry Hull in “The Werewolf of London”… Could we have Julie London in “The Werewolf of Hull”?
You don’t expect werewolves in Yorkshire. But for some thousand years, people in the cities of Hull and Kingston have reported them. A few years ago, “Old Stinker” (as they call him) was back, entering the city via storm drains.
I was in a house, no house in particular, and I had just finished a big job of tidying up a room that had looked like a cyclone hit it. I closed the door behind me, and had only taken a few steps down the hall when there was a horrific crash and clatter from the room I’d just cleaned up.
Oh, fie! Had the shelves fallen over? What happened?
I went back to see. I stepped into the room. Everything was a mess again, strewn all over the floor, furniture knocked over, all my work undone.
Then I hear a subtle creak, creak, creak… It’s a rocking chair: hadn’t noticed it before. And it’s occupied by Mother Bates from Psycho, and she has just stirred to get up from the chair–
Of course I woke up then! And mighty glad to do it, too.
P.S.–Y’know what? I think it’s reading the nooze every day that’s giving me bad dreams and a lingering sense of dread.
We miss Patty’s brother, Ray. Among other things, he was an expert on the lore of the Jersey Devil (check out “The Jersey Devil” by Ray Miller and Jim McCloy–it’s a wonderful read), and, oh, could he tell stories!