Nice ennit? In an Edgar Allan Poe sense. I had the Munroe room - a whole wing away from the 20 plus colleagues on the same "course". In fact, I was the only person staying in that wing at that time. A minor detail really - I mean we are grown ups afterall. Thing is, I felt ...strange....from the moment I arrived at the place. Determined to be "mature" and "normal" - I ignored the sensation in full knowledge that come nightime, things would change. And they did. Daytime playtime over, it was time to dress for dinner. In my room, alone, I undressed to take a shower. I had previously unpacked and stored all my clothes in the cupboard which I'd clicked shut before padding over to the bathroom - which, I'm sorry but I just have to show you looked like this:
However....after the shower the wardrobe door, which I had painstakingly clicked shut...was open. I would like to think it was Marilyn (Munroe) but I didn't really wait to find out as I dressed in record time and bolted to the dining room (practically slid down the bannisters) at breakneck speed all the time knowing that I would have to face the music later that evening after dinner. But for now, I was safe. I told no-one of this, I was afterall fairly new to the organisation and to risk being labelled a crazy so soon was, well, crazy - afterall I have the rest of my tenure there to prove this.
Oh but return I had to. That night proved to be a battle of wills as I kept closing the cupboard door only to hear it click open again and again and again. Sleep took me in the end but I know that I was not alone in that room.
And so to last night. I rarely dream about my mum much as I would love to see her nightly. It's odd but she rarely comes. I am not sure why - I figure she must be doing ok or she must see that I am doing ok (although for a long time I wasn't and she never came then either), point is...when she does come, I take notice. So last night she visited my dreams and she didn't look happy. I asked her if something was wrong - she said yes. I asked her if someone was in danger. She said yes. I have to admit that at this point I was scared to ask who. What if it was The Lish? I mean, I simply will not live through another tragedy. I won't . Been there, done it and it SUCKS donkey balls and I simply will not do it again. No. But I got the impression it wasn't to do with her. I felt it was a warning of sorts - but what exactly I was supposed to be wary of was anyone's guess. The thing is, I think someone that I know...may be in danger. Yes, that sounds crazy and really rather unhelpful since I can't...(suspect don't want to) be more specific. With my parents both gone, I know it's not them. I am pretty sure it's not The Lish. That leaves me, The Silverback or his parents.
I had a couple of other signs on my way to picking up The Lish from her after school club. Cars (and the c*nts driving them) not stopping at a pedestrian crossing jolted me from my usual waking dream. I then almost got run down by a cyclist - I mean within a millimetre. This to me is a sign..WATCH OUT... it's yet to come.
So I told The Silverback and I've asked him to call his folks...(christ as if they need more ammunition) but hey, if it stops something bad from happening, who cares how I know.
I still don't know what I'm meant to be holding out for...but disaster has been averted for now. Fingers crossed I'm not misreading the signs.
In the words of The Gladiator to Juba:
Juba: Can they hear you?
Maximus: Who?
Juba: Your family. In the afterlife.
Maximus: Oh yes.
Juba: What do you say to them?
Maximus: ...I tell him I will see him again soon. But not too soon....(those are my words).
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