Phooey!!
I can't get back to sleep.
Might as well get the next installment in.
Debbie took her bag and walked up the ..CAH-SOL..steps. Slowy.The foreboding looks the tall,cold, stone structure gave made her grow more apprehensive with each advance.It was deep into the night, when it’s dark.She knew the reputation of its main inhabitant.She new this creature was evil…yet yummy to females.The yumminess was intriguing.
How did she arrive to this place, at this point in time? Because she wanted to. She had made overtures to him via the NerdyTrail Widget Board,an odd form of a Ojai board.The reason she did so was part of her desire for yummy ,but mainly the subterfuge that was really at the seat of this visit.
Yes, Debbie had been recruited by a group of private law enforcement citizens to enlist her help in destroying this evil.They are The Legion of Super Zeroes.They had tried many times to destroy him. By now he knew who they were,so they needed her help.The unsuspecting ManWolf had no idea she was packing a squirt gun loaded with ManWolf-Be-Gone;a mixture of mustard and Texas oil.Everyone in Texas hated him...and so did their precious oil. No self respecting mustard liked him either.This is how evil is destroyed;with more eviler evil.
She reached the top of the steps where the escalation flattened out and led her to the door.It was very large.It was very oak.It was a very large,very oak door.She pressed the doorbell and held her breasts….I mean breath.A light then lit up above the door.It was rectangular and ran the width of the door.It was an electronic message board.The type where the words appear to moving quickly by ones eyes.She saw the words appear…HEY.YOU ARE PRESSING A DECORATIVE FASTENER,MA’AMSKI.THE REAL DOORBELL IS LOCATED ABOUT 4 INCHES ABOVE THE DECORATIVE FASTENER. IT IS, STRANGE AS IT MAY SEEM, LABELED “DOORBELL.” ABOUT ONE SECOND AFTER PRESSING THE DOORBELL YOU WILL HEAR A GONG. YOU MAY THEN TURN THE DOORKNOB AND ENTER.PLEASE DON’T MISTAKE SOMETHING ELSE FOR THE DOORKNOB BECAUSE I WILL HAVE TO COME BACK AND SCOLD YOU.YOU WON’T LIKE WHAT I SAY.
She was not happy.She made a muggy face at the message machine by squinting her eyes tight and pursing her lips.She felt some measure of revenge…and then she pressed the doorbell.Then she heard….”ringy-dingy”.She looked up at the message board and said,”Hey. I thought you said it would gong…bonehead.”
The machine came on…..SO?BIG DEAL. OPEN THE DOOR ALREADY... She gave it another muggy face and then did open the door.The door was very large and heavy..and oaky. She could feel it.It creaked.It was dark inside.Scary.The entrance area was large.She could see the opening into the main room of the…CAH-SOL.She started toward it,but the sudden shadowy light of a candle flickering from the main room startled her.She stopped.
She did that when she was startled.
Who wouldn’t?
She also reached for some dark chocolate niblets out of her huge bag.She did that when she was startled,too.No one else would do that.
Debbie could see a stairway leading straight up;it was very long.To the right of the stairway is where the flickering candle light came.She could see part of the main room It was huge and decorated in a style going back many decades.She was compelled to move forward, but also felt the need to stay put. She wasn’t quite sure what she was waiting for.
A disembodied voice from the main room called out…”Well? What are you waiting for?”
Debbies eyes rolled.
She decided she would boldly enter and turn to the right to face this voice.And so she did.
There stood the MORTE’ ManWolfs servant-----Ralph Geeker.
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