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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • June 11, 2011 10:51 pm
            One of my first memories is of the old house, before we were taken away to foster care. It was the middle of the night and the town siren was going off. I was terrified because the siren seemed like a giant monster coming to get me. It would start out quiet and then slowly get louder and louder till it was inside the house, almost in my room, and then it would get quiet, only to come back again and again. I remember crawling out of my crib, looking at my sleeping older brother, but I didn’t wake him. He would just get mad at me, so I looked to my older sister, but I knew she couldn’t help. I went into my mothers room, but the bed was still made and she wasn’t there. I crawled in anyway. The sheets were cold and I gathered the blankets around me. Then I saw it. The green head, floating at the foot of the bed. Fear surged through my tiny body like ‘lectricity and I covered myself completely. I lay there frozen, clenching my eyes tight. When I awoke the next morning I saw the green head was just the empty green wig holder on my mothers dresser. Then I remember my brother cleaning me up and powdering by bottom. I must’ve had an accident.

            One of my first memories is of the old house, before we were taken away to foster care. It was the middle of the night and the town siren was going off. I was terrified because the siren seemed like a giant monster coming to get me. It would start out quiet and then slowly get louder and louder till it was inside the house, almost in my room, and then it would get quiet, only to come back again and again.

            I remember crawling out of my crib, looking at my sleeping older brother, but I didn’t wake him. He would just get mad at me, so I looked to my older sister, but I knew she couldn’t help. I went into my mothers room, but the bed was still made and she wasn’t there. I crawled in anyway. The sheets were cold and I gathered the blankets around me. Then I saw it.

            The green head, floating at the foot of the bed.

            Fear surged through my tiny body like ‘lectricity and I covered myself completely. I lay there frozen, clenching my eyes tight.

            When I awoke the next morning I saw the green head was just the empty green wig holder on my mothers dresser. Then I remember my brother cleaning me up and powdering by bottom. I must’ve had an accident.

            1. said: Hehe I remember seeing a ghost as a kid … I was lying in bed with moonlight shining - I saw a shadow in front of my eye and was terrified before I became aware it was only my finger moving in front of my eye …
            2. hookersorcake posted this