I was walking down a coffin-shaped hall,
thinking about the woman
Beyond the door
On the right.
...Ahead, the walls,
Ceiling,
And hallway all
converged
...to a single square backwall,
Chest-high; it was as if everything were being sucked
into a window-shaped space
into some dimension beyond.
...But, of course, that was ridiculous.
The architecture might be arcane,
even occult.
But the back wall was still only that.
...in the next room,
The white walls
gleamed with a wash of bright sunshine
That seemed to be seeping in
From parts unknown.
That can't be the flourescents, I think.
The wooden floors were piled high
with detritus and refuse,
old papers and books and whatnot.
The old woman was sitting there,
her legs splayed out beneath her,
twisted
in an uncomfortable, unnatural fashion.
I assumed she was crippled
or, at least, injured.
I realized for the first time that this is a basement area.
"How do we get upstairs?"
I asked the old woman.
Her head twisted around,
a macabre grin spreading across her face.
Short librarian hair, painted cheeks, ruby lips; wild eyes.
"Kill Jesus!" she spat.
She was clearly insane, possibly possessed by devils.
Or,
... maybe she was just talking about the landscaper.
About the Creator
Tom Baker
Author of Haunted Indianapolis, Indiana Ghost Folklore, Midwest Maniacs, Midwest UFOs and Beyond, Scary Urban Legends, 50 Famous Fables and Folk Tales, and Notorious Crimes of the Upper Midwest.: http://tombakerbooks.weebly.com
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