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Royer’s Madcap Experiences: Death in My Walls (Part II)

January 23, 2013 Leave a comment Go to comments

By The Great President of Hell (formerly Ric Royer)
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Panic began to set in.

“Yep, yup, did I say yep, yep?” I said aloud to no one at all.  “Key Lime Pie?  FINE morning?”  I choked and then my mind became confused, muddled.  I thought briefly of pecan waffles but had no idea where they were, how to make them.  The smell of death was overwhelming.

I walked into the garage.  The smell of death instantly followed.  The room was dark, filled with ominous objects.  There were large tubs along one wall.  I could not recall why they were there.

“Are…yup…are they here?  Pecan waffles?”

Sweat dripped into my eyes.  I swallowed hard.

“Time to make…to make things happen…YUP….YEP.”   I realized that I was suddenly screaming.  I had lost all track of time.

It was then that the doorbell rang.  After what seemed an interminable period, it rang again.  I heard a phone somewhere.  “Butta and eggs.  Grits.  Yep.  Yep.”   Hysteria washed over me.  Plus, I was starving.

I became dimly aware of a voice calling out.  They were calling for me.  “GREAT PRESIDENT OF HELL?  GREAT PRESIDENT OF HELL?”  There was the noise of carried tools sliding around in a metal box.   “EXTERMINATOR,” came the voice again.

I grabbed a nearby hammer.

“Yup, yup,” I whispered.  A shadow appeared in the door.  “It all starts with attitude, not to settle for less.”  My voice was thin, spiked with fear.

The figure appeared in the garage doorway.  I believed it to be death.

I swung the hammer.

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