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Early hours of Saturday, March 13th

Be careful what you wish for; you may receive it.

Derek Granger. He's missing. Find him for me please? He was helping me out around the house.

This item on Wanda's list is one I have not filled, and she made the request several days ago. But I have provided her, like a dutiful husband, with everything for which she has asked - foods she has craved, clothes, a cradle for the child - and I think I deserve to have a little fun.

Westin Sagert was gracious about my request. He understands that without me he would not have been able to undertake this work, and so he gives up this sample readily enough. I praised his work, of course, and really, he does have a viciously inventive mind. I quite enjoy it.

I look down at the man. His jaw is wired shut, so there should be no problem with him giving up Westin's name. His body is quite different now to how it once looked. I could turn him back, but what is the fun in that? I have ensured that all of his wounds are closed, that nothing will leak or break, and I have sedated him, mainly so I can place him in a large gift box. It is printed with roses. Wanda does like those.

I leave the box in the Dormouse. The notecard reads To Wanda: as requested. Item in condition in which it was found. I wonder if seeing its contents will induce labour. It is nearly time, anyway.

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[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

Early hours of Saturday, March 13th

Be careful what you wish for; you may receive it.

Derek Granger. He's missing. Find him for me please? He was helping me out around the house.

This item on Wanda's list is one I have not filled, and she made the request several days ago. But I have provided her, like a dutiful husband, with everything for which she has asked - foods she has craved, clothes, a cradle for the child - and I think I deserve to have a little fun.

Westin Sagert was gracious about my request. He understands that without me he would not have been able to undertake this work, and so he gives up this sample readily enough. I praised his work, of course, and really, he does have a viciously inventive mind. I quite enjoy it.

I look down at the man. His jaw is wired shut, so there should be no problem with him giving up Westin's name. His body is quite different now to how it once looked. I could turn him back, but what is the fun in that? I have ensured that all of his wounds are closed, that nothing will leak or break, and I have sedated him, mainly so I can place him in a large gift box. It is printed with roses. Wanda does like those.

I leave the box in the Dormouse. The notecard reads To Wanda: as requested. Item in condition in which it was found. I wonder if seeing its contents will induce labour. It is nearly time, anyway.

[closed]

We asked him to come in/ And we took him to the basement/ And sealed him up inside the basement wall

[pirate-mystic.livejournal.com]

Saturday, March 13th
Reed's cottage

They hanged that man. That soldier. Still feelin strange about that. Not cause he didn't deserve to die, but. When they put me in the jail, I saw him a time or two, 'cluding that day everyone went strange. Second time, I mean, cause I saw him the first time, too, when half the damn town lost their memories. Was like there was - somethin - between us, both times, and it weren't nothin good.

Hanged him cause he was a monster, an he surely was. Who knows what all else they been keepin on that carnival lot, now? Always said they weren't to be trusted. But they was monsters as hanged him, too, an I saw their faces plain that day.

Ain't no one listenin.

Been out here since Miao threw me out. Ain't goin to hold any grudge, cause I reckon they got to her. To her mind. They got half the town now, that I seen. Least half. Heard people're still disappearin, even though they hanged that soldier.

No one comin out here now, no one from the town. Quiet out here, an the only folk I see are out on the farms when I go to buy food, cos I got none laid in for the winter. Just sit in the evenin, in the almost-dark. Everythin out here seemin dark and rough now. Sometimes I hold my mask, or put it against my face: only pretty thing I got left, from my time at the 'Boy. Look at my hands against it, all dark an rough too. Feel like I could crawl outta my skin.

Feller came through not long past, claimed he was a tinker. They done him up well, I grant - he brung out his pots an pans an needles. Didn't fool me any. Knew they sent him out to spy on me, cause they knows I know. I let him in, an I gave him oatmeal an coffee cause he come out of a storm all blown about an wet as a drowned rat. An I kept watchin him. Feelin an itch in my hand for my old horse pistol. One knock with the handle'd do it, crack his skull. Put him in the ground where he belong, with the rest of the monsters. Just watchin him, standing back behind him while he ate. One good whack on the head, just like killin a rabbit.

Think he done something to me, that soldier, when we was in jail. Made me think like that. I ain't goin killin no one when I given them food under my own roof, though. I ain't. Nanshe, she won't hold with that, even if she gone and turned her back on me these days. I still pray, but it feels like shoutin underwater: ain't no one hearin, or if they are, they ain't understandin.

More people goin to be comin round, now the season's changin. Wonder who they goin to send this time.

Said he was a tinker, but I weren't fooled. Just like killin a rabbit.

[Closed]

We asked him to come in/ And we took him to the basement/ And sealed him up inside the basement wall

[pirate-mystic.livejournal.com]

Saturday, March 13th
Reed's cottage

They hanged that man. That soldier. Still feelin strange about that. Not cause he didn't deserve to die, but. When they put me in the jail, I saw him a time or two, 'cluding that day everyone went strange. Second time, I mean, cause I saw him the first time, too, when half the damn town lost their memories. Was like there was - somethin - between us, both times, and it weren't nothin good.

Hanged him cause he was a monster, an he surely was. Who knows what all else they been keepin on that carnival lot, now? Always said they weren't to be trusted. But they was monsters as hanged him, too, an I saw their faces plain that day.

Ain't no one listenin.

Been out here since Miao threw me out. Ain't goin to hold any grudge, cause I reckon they got to her. To her mind. They got half the town now, that I seen. Least half. Heard people're still disappearin, even though they hanged that soldier.

No one comin out here now, no one from the town. Quiet out here, an the only folk I see are out on the farms when I go to buy food, cos I got none laid in for the winter. Just sit in the evenin, in the almost-dark. Everythin out here seemin dark and rough now. Sometimes I hold my mask, or put it against my face: only pretty thing I got left, from my time at the 'Boy. Look at my hands against it, all dark an rough too. Feel like I could crawl outta my skin.

Feller came through not long past, claimed he was a tinker. They done him up well, I grant - he brung out his pots an pans an needles. Didn't fool me any. Knew they sent him out to spy on me, cause they knows I know. I let him in, an I gave him oatmeal an coffee cause he come out of a storm all blown about an wet as a drowned rat. An I kept watchin him. Feelin an itch in my hand for my old horse pistol. One knock with the handle'd do it, crack his skull. Put him in the ground where he belong, with the rest of the monsters. Just watchin him, standing back behind him while he ate. One good whack on the head, just like killin a rabbit.

Think he done something to me, that soldier, when we was in jail. Made me think like that. I ain't goin killin no one when I given them food under my own roof, though. I ain't. Nanshe, she won't hold with that, even if she gone and turned her back on me these days. I still pray, but it feels like shoutin underwater: ain't no one hearin, or if they are, they ain't understandin.

More people goin to be comin round, now the season's changin. Wonder who they goin to send this time.

Said he was a tinker, but I weren't fooled. Just like killin a rabbit.

[Closed]