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Showing love to our Otter. ;)19:59 Oct 28 2009
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The cast of House Eternal Zoo in the below story.
Members – Animal
LoveDragon- Dragon
Faeriemoon- Hummingbird
Abstract- Ferret
Birra- Hedgehog
Sahahria- Doe
Imagesinwords- Caracal
Eagle- Elemental (birdy)
KCRC- Bull
Maledicta- Beaver
ImageMaker- Cracked Out Kitty
Cheetahcry- Cheetah
Vampirewitch39- Rat
Rat yells out to the house “Zoo meeting in five minutes in the living room! Get down here!!” She walks to the basement door and hears a weak moan of “I have fallen and can’t get up. Help me.” She looks down at the darken basement- home of birra the hedgehog and the lab of faeriemoon the hummingbird. She planned going down those stairs but a soft moan followed by the sound of a knife landing into something soft, like meat or a body made her just yell from the top of the stairs. “Zoo meeting in the living room you two.” For an answer she got a scream of pain. She closed the door, her heart racing. She never did like the basement… and what went on down in the darkness there.
Twenty minutes later she walked in front of the zoo animals as they stood in a line, listening to the plan the Rat had came up with. “So- that is the mission.” Doe asked “Will you self destruct in ten seconds? Like the Mission Impossible tapes?” Ferret holds up her hand “Oh…can we wait and see if she does?” The animals shared a laugh as Rat gave them all “Ha Ha” So are you all in or not?” Nods and yeses filled the air. “Great- we are leaving in ten minutes. We meet up on the front porch. Go Go Go!” Animals scurried out of the line, bumping into each other, yell at each other to watch out as Rat step back out of the mess. Being the smallest animal on the floor was never a good thing when the zoo got together. It was only after everyone had left that she notices her.
Laying on the back of the couch was ImagesinWords. Rat eyes open wide and she did what she always did when caught doing something- she smiled. “Hello Images. How long you been here?” Even tho Images did not belong to the House any more, she always had a home, a couch to lie on, and a fire to warm herself beside. With the grace of a Caracal she leaps and lands within 6 inches of the Rat. “How long do you think?” As the hot breath of the large cat landed on her face Rat hears the heavy thread of Bull coming into the room. “Look! It is like those fringe pasties strippers wear.” Both looked to see Bull with packages of toilet paper stuck to his horns, swirling them around with a circle movement of his head. Ferret came in, pulling a 48 pack of toilet paper as well, asking “Do you think this is enough? It is all we had in the…” she paused as she turned to see the Caracal, and then glanced at the rat who shrugged her shoulders. Ferret started to back track “We might have enough for the rest of the year. So we will put these back…”
Images turned toward the Bull and Ferret and spoke as she went past them toward the kitchen. “That is never going to be enough. I know the back way into The House of Madadh-Alluidh. Sure we can borrow some from them, if we are really quiet.” Rat smiled at the bull, standing there with toilet paper packages still hanging from his horns. “It is good to see Images is still into getting into no good.” He said with a smile. Rat giggled, thinking of how silly he looked.
Half an hour later all the animals stood on the porch, waiting for Beaver to give the dragon her baby. “It will be fine. Trust me- Dragon will fry anyone’s ass off if they get within ten feet of the door.” The first time out away from her baby was making Beaver a little frighten. “Or you can stay. We understand.” Doe says, patting the Beaver on her back.” “No. I want to go. Just…” The animals watched as Beaver gave her baby a kiss, handing it to the Dragon. “Take care of her. If she wakes up tell her I will be right home.” The dragon blew a smoke ring, nodding yes as she moved back under the stair way, it closing behind her. “Ok then. Mission is a go. Now remember- we have to be silent. No talk, nothing to draw attention to yourself. Let’s head out.”
CryingMist, who had been watched from her own porch, wonder what they was up to this in the pre dawn hours. She watched them leave House Eternal yard, closing the gate and walking south. A bull with pink Barbie backpacks tied together and slug over his back, a doe, cheetah, eagle, hummingbird, beaver, a cracked out kitty that hop instead of walks, ferret, rat, hedgehog, turtle, a mole rat and a caracal. “Oh yeah… that is not going to draw attention at all.”
In the darkness of VR streets you can hear the sounds of the zoo as they sneak toward their target. Rat sticks her head around the corner of a shrub, looking to see where the eagle and hummingbird had flown to. A ferret, beaver, cheetah, doe and bull face joins hers. “Is the lights on?” “I don’t know…I can’t see anything.” “We wait- they will be back in…oh shit…someone is coming. What do we do?” Rat glanced back to see a lone figure walking toward them, his head down. “Hide.” Doe and Cheetah jumped the shrub as all the other went under or into it. Bull glanced around, not able to do either. He leaned against the shrub as the footsteps came within a few feet, only to hear the mole rat saying “Watch those horns bull” He looked straight ahead, not daring to look as the man stop beside him. He chanted in his head “I am not here. I am not here. You can not see me.”
Cancer looked at the bull with the pink Barbie backpacks slung over his back, hearing the noises from the shrubs and went “Hum.” Then he walked on, the screen on the blackberry getting his attention as he went about his way. “The guy is gone.” As the shrub started to move, eagle and hummingbird returned to report. “No light, no activity that we can see.” “Look all clear to us.” Rat smiles, her plan within reach. “Then let’s go teepee Otter’s house.” A small cheer went up. The Zoo headed toward the House of La Bella Oscuridad, Otters home since she became its Master. Time for her to learn she can’t get away from the zoo…even if she moves.
Rat stood on the back of the bull, pulling out supplies quietly from the back packs as she went. “Ferret- shaving cream is yours.” Ferret danced around, took the can, rolling it toward the house. “Doe- soap is yours.”
Rat had to smile as she put the unwrap soap in the Doe’s mouth. “Me putting soap in your mouth. You mother would just love me right now.” Rat laughed till Doe reached forward and smeared her from toe to eyes with the soap, covering her with it. Rat spit out the soap, rubbed at her belly as the doe went toward the windows. “You better be prancing off.” Rat said, knowing the Doe was laughing inside at what she had done.
Next she pulls out a kitchen mixer, pack of batteries, duct tape and a pink box of bubble bath powder. She hands the items to the hedgehog. “Think you can find her outdoor kiddy pool?” Everyone knows the Otter loves her water. Hedgehog smiles and says “I am so going MacGyver on its ass.”
Rat pulls out the carton of eggs and hands them to the Beaver. “You and cheetah..” “Eggs? You want me to break eggs? These are little chickens that will never be born.” Beaver started to cry, missing her baby all of 5 minutes. “Oh my gosh…give them to me. We got it Beaver.” Caracal said as she removed the carton from her hands. The beaver gives a sad smile, then wipes her tears as Rat hands her a roll of tissue paper. As Images and Cheetah heads out with the eggs Rat looks at all that is left. “Everyone else…we get to spread a little Charm…in.”
Within a few hours…
Otter puts the coffee pot under the faucet, turning on the water. She looks out the window and sees nothing but a white haze with yellow spots. She rubs her eyes, trying to get the sleep out. When this does not happen she looks closer. “What the hell?” She puts the pot down, turns off the water and heads toward the front door. She opens it to see this…
She stands; still taking in what she sees when a she notice bubbles floating toward the toilet papered cover trees. She runs off the porch to run to the side of the home- her kiddy pool was nothing but a huge pill of bubbles. She looks around and finds at the back door and windows messages sprayed in shaving cream “Happy Halloween!” and “Hamster Rules!” Otter eyes squint as the sound of a hum from her pool continues, pieces of toilet paper and bubbles float by her.
At rest I an now, knowing my story was told.20:57 Oct 11 2009
Times Read: 1,005
Donna waited for the last couple to join them before she started the well rehearsed speech. “Welcome to the Richmond Town Graveyard. This is the preservation society’s ghost tour to help raise money and awareness of the town’s history. We thank you for coming out and your tour is a special one as it is Oct 31, just after midnight. So Happy Halloween.” She smiles at the group of ten or so, relaxing now that the week of tours were done for another year. The group looked around at each other, a couple of younger teens giving each other high fives. As always she felt the joy come back to her job with the last tour. Now she can relax, everything that could of went wrong already had and been worked out. She even felt her sore feet starting to feel better.
“Now first we have a few rules. Please stay within the luminaries marked pathway. They are marked so no one will fall and trip on the flat gravestones and no gravestones will be damaged by foot traffic. Also- please listen to the interrupters as they speak to you, giving you the history of who they are. Remember they are all volunteers, giving their time to help show you the town’s history in an interesting way. A few are even related to the person they are talking of. If you have any questions- please hold them to the end of the tour and I will answer them myself. Now single line please and stay with me. Let’s start the tour.”
She waited as they moved into a line, the girlfriends clinging to their boyfriend’s arms, the party teens talking of how cool it was. She had to let a smile break out as she started to lead them to the first grave, seeing Bert standing tall in his 1800’s dress suite, the spot light on his face as he stood behind his so many greats grandpa. “Meet Mr. George Barton.” She stood as Bert took the role of his ancestor who was the first mayor of the town. She watched as the group eyes light up with wonder. It is fun to see history, not just read about it. As Bert finished with how he died, touching his gravestone that showed his wife had died just a few months after with the same illness, Bert voice drop and his anguish came thru the story. She had to give it to Bert, and no wonder he is the radio DJ where he lived. He really knew how to use his voice to show emotions.
“Let’s move on and meet a woman who became the first female U.S. Senator elected in the year of 1922. While she is not from out state, when she remarried she moved here and is buried with her husband. Ladies and gentlemen I give you Mrs. Rebecca Felton of Georgia.” The group watched as the lady in a lovely white lace gown turned to face them, her black hair pinned in a bun on top of her head. While Rebecca was in her 60 when she died, her greats grandchild had refused to wear a wig or power her hair. “I will play her when she was strong and young.” She had said. And as this young Rebecca was a defense lawyer in her home town- who was going to argue with her. The ghost spoke, her voice clear as a bell, clearly well practiced in court. “I was born in Georgia but I moved to this state when I remarried. This was after I became the first female Senator when…”
Next stop was two young sisters, in clothing of the period they had died of yellow fever in the town. “The town was hit in the start of the 1800 with this disease. A total of 34 town people died of it according to the records we have. The first being two sisters at the age of ten and twelve. Meet Hannah and Harriet.” The two real life sisters were playing with period wooden games, the flood light placed on them from behind a stone to the front of side of them casting them in some shadows as they sat on the quilted blanket. She had to say- the two child actors freaked her out. “Mommy said we would be alright. That we would heal.” one said, holding up an old rag doll. “But we knew- you hear talk of people in the next town getting ill, dying off…” the other picked up the scripted lines.
She felt the energy of the group change as the children talked, the pathway behind them going to dark as the staff started to close down the tour, blowing candles out of the luminaries, the “ghost” lights being turned off as the volunteers went home. The places they had come from were black, closing in on them in a way. It was a neat effect in so many ways. She watched as the teens joking around attitude changed as they started to look about, getting the spooky feeling of the graveyard rich in history…and ghost.
And so the tour went on with a total of 15 visits to the “ghost”. From the man who was the first to hang in the town for stealing a horse, to the rich plantation owner who donated land for the graveyard and the adjoined church. To the woman who developed a part that was used in the making of the Atomic bomb, among many thing. To the man in period style uniform killed in Germany during the war, and even a “ghost” for the first casualty of today’s war the town had, a boy she had gone to school with. She gave the Captain who played that ghost a nod, very pleased the military was willing to help support the memory of their fallen soldiers. Then the group listen to a slave buried in area for Blacks Only. She was still taken back when tour members were stun by the fact that blacks where not allowed to be buried with the whites. Did no one read or care for history anymore? She winked at the “slave ghost” played by Albert, the blood running in his veins the same as the name who he was the ghost of. How the town has changed as Albert was now the police chief, well liked and respected. Such a long way…from the rags he wore as a slave in another life. But he remembered his roots, never treated people as his family had been for years and years.
Thinking of how you are treated in life reflects so much in your actions, she started to lead the group back to the entrance when one of the teens asked “How about that one? You are passing one up.” She looked at the spot he was pointing to and saw a black man in old torn clothing. She frown, tried to look behind the group to see why Albert had moved up to these graves. “That is not a ghost. It is the one we just saw…” Her words stopped as the figure walked straight thru a tall gravestone. “Did you see that?” someone said. As two of the group moved forward she moved quickly to go in front, her flash light showing the way. “What are we suppose to do?” one of the girls in the crowd asked the other. “Well…she said to stay with her.” And that is all it took for several of the tour to join the others, leaving those who did not want to go on the lighted pathway.
She used her flash light to see the stones, and after one tripping on a flat stone the others fell in behind her. The figure walked along the stones, touching a few with his hand, walking along. She could not figure out where the light was coming from – the faint glow that was around him. There could not be a spot light shinning on him the way he was walking around. The figure stopped at one large gravestone, placing his hand fully on top of the stone. “Albert you sure got us worked up. Nice… scaring the last tour.” She joked. The figure turned to her, the right side of his face bloody, his torn shirt covered in blood. Her scream joined several others as the ghost floated thru the stone, moving behind it. One of the tour members took off running. “I lay here.”
She brought up her flashlight to see the name. “You are Mrs. Emily Bell? Died in 1810?” She raised the flash light to his face but he vanished. She lowered it and he was still there. “You can see thru him.” A whisper spoke beside her, and she looked… the street lights in the distance showing thru his body. “They called me Will. I was a slave to the Bells. She was going to help me. She ran a railroad you see.” He said in broken words. “Railroad? What is he…” She hushed the voice, trying to understand the real ghost in front of her. “An Underground Railroad?” she asked of Will. He nodded yes, touching the stone in a tender way. His voice changed to pain, anger as he spoke “Her husband… he found out, killed her. I saw it- he pushed her down them stairs! Then they killed me, shot me and put me under her. They waited and buried me under her.”
Stun she stood there, looking at this Will, a thousand questions in her mind, and watched as he slowly faded away. “Wait. Don’t go! Where are you?” Albert ran up to her, his flash light being joined with others as the word spread there was a problem with the last tour. “Donna? What happen?” The teens started to jump up and down, howling with gleam. “Man that freaking rocked!” Albert told them to quiet down, asking others to take them to the entrance. “Donna… talk to me, what happen?” He followed her as she searched the area, trying to find the ghost. “I think we were just told of a murder in our town Chief.”
Forward one year:
“Now we come to the well known ghost grave. I will turn this over to Donna to explain.” Donna smiled at the tour and spoke, her hand placed softly on the cold gravestone. “This is Mrs. Emily Bell. She was married to a rich powerful man who owned many plantations in this state as well as his home state, next one over. He was in the inner circles, going on to become a territorial legislature where his family was originally from. Old money you see. Seems Emily, who was from the north, grew to dislike the use of slaves and how her husband used and abused them. She started an Underground Railroad to help at least a few each year to make it to the free states north of us. Just two or three, never wanting to arouse her husband attention or his anger. There is no record of this, just the word of Will.”
She waited and she knew from the gasp of the group Albert, who was portraying Will from that night, had joined her by stepping out from behind the tree. “This is Will. We do have records of him being a slave of the Bell Plantation. We also have records of him “running off” as the slaves who disappeared were listed in the overseer’s books. We also know that it was noted within a few days of Mrs. Bell’s death.” Albert spoke from a few feet behind her “She tried to help me. Her husband… he found out, killed her. I saw it happen. He pushed her down the stairs!” Albert told the group, a gasp coming from a few in the tour. Donna continued “We have no proof that Mr. Bell killed his wife. Records show she did fall down the stairs at her home, breaking her neck. Mr. Bell had just arrived home a few hours before. For the record- we are not saying Mr. Bell killed his wife. BUT…” She held up her finger and waited…building the suspense.
Albert spoke again from behind her, his voice broken. “Then they killed me, shot me and put me under her. They waited and buried me under her.” Donna waited for the crowd to calm before she continued. “As is well known in this town the ghost of Will did tell us this last year, this very night even. With the information and research we asked the decadence of Mrs. Bell if they had any family records that we did not. Seems the closest living relative of Mrs. Bell is a history buff himself and had several pieces of papers that lead him to believe the Underground Railroad rumor was a fact. With his permission we were able to open the grave, remove Mrs. Bell’s coffin and a male skeleton was found a mere 8inchs under her coffin. He had on torn cotton 1800 clothing with blood stain at the neck and chest area. He was killed by what looked like a pistol shot to the forehead. The same clothing and wound the ghost of Will had this night last year as he told us of where his body laid- under Mrs. Bell’s coffin.”
The group stirred a little as they took it all in; Donna rubbing the stone of a woman who she would loved to have meet, spoken to, and learn of her life. “Mr. Bell is not buried with his first wife, but his second wife in Tennessee. She did leave one son and he grew up to follow in his father’s foot steps. But in a twist of faith the family member who gave us permission to unearth Mrs. Bell is a civil rights advocate in Washington.”
Albert walked away, and Donna gave the last of her speech. “The body that was found in this grave was moved to a new gravesite. If you will follow Will he will show you where he was put to rest finally.” The group walked along and Donna waited till they had caught up to Albert, standing at the grave site of “Unknown”. At least he was not buried in the slave area, being unknown he was given that right. She unplugged the spot light, was blowing out the candles in the luminaries when she caught something moving out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see Will- the ghost from last year. He stood beside the grave of Mrs. Bell, touching it with his pale hand. Then he turned to her, giving her a nod. “You are welcome.”
She watched the figure turn to a fog like smoke before it moved low to the ground, going toward the tour group and Albert, who was explaining why the grave was marked unknown. As Albert words were carried to her by the silence of the graveyard, she watched the fog disappear into the grave, unnoticed by others. “But at rest I am now, knowing my story was told.”
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COMMENTS
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Sinora
15:39 Oct 29 2009
*Smiles*...now that's an adventure worth writing about lol
Elemental
00:22 Oct 30 2009
Cute...you know I never got to TP anyone in real life...
looks towards Rat's......she has trees.....giggles and flies off.