Nobody willing to rise up from their casket,
Heads turned in slumbering, death repose... just slightly away from the mortician; and why do you cover a stiff with a blanket?
(Is he going to get cold?)
I hurry out the door, or try to make my way down the elevator at the side door, where we discuss prosaic ghosts of a past long headed into the rearview mirror; of a clock ticking, off-stage, somewhere.
(The voice booms a command and I go back into the Viewing Room...) with a buddy, I'm working, but suddenly I'm discussing with a Plain Clothes Policeman a videotape, and what they found in a documentary of Bigfoot, Mothman, and Joan Rivers feeding a puppy on a table, whose little fur white ass wiggles as she pours him milk from a saucer.
(Everything is carpeted and soft, and even the walls are lined like fur...)
Claustrophobia terror,
It could go on forever.
Is this what they call a
LIMINAL SPACE?!
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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