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| 07.13.04 (2:07 pm) [edit] |
So, we came back to the city. Upon reaching the city limits, we were swamped in a torrential downpoar that forced us to sit on the side of the road. A bad omen. As luck would have it, my defrost is not working on the car and all of our windows fogged up. Eventually, we arrived and after a short stop at the drug store, we picked up our friend, Schmeck.
Shortly after, we arrived at my place so that I could clean my wound properly and dress it. I walked in the house and everything was as it should be. Or so I thought. There was a knock at the door and I turned to see Kodi, the kid who was house sitting for me. Upon her instruction, I went down stairs to see that someone had smashed a basement window in an attempt to break into my place. He tried a number of different ways to get in, but failed.
So, we taped up the window and boobie trapped the house before leaving again. We walked out to the car and there I dislocated my knee, getting in. My mind flashed back to our encounter with Stumpy and what he had told us. Maybe I should have paid the man. All that aside, I managed to get back into the house and down a few Ibuprofin and wiggle into a knee brace.
Then we were off. Back to the lake to sit in the rain for another three days. I was not going to let anything stand in my way! I NEEDED THIS HOLIDAY!! I WOULD HAVE TO HAVE HOT POKERS IN MY EYES BEFORE I WOULD GIVE UP AND COME HOME!!!
Later, in the light of a full moon, we and another friend who had driven out to visit us, all shed our clothes on the beach and went for a midnight swim. It was teriffic! I heard a noise just off the shore, like somene walking in toward me. I could see nothing at all, but the sound was coming nearer. I did not move as my eyes strained against the blackness of the tree lined shore. Then they came. Little THINGS in the water!! They felt like really big bugs. They were biting me!! I screamed and began swimming wildly toward the beacon that we had left on shore by our clothes. I hastily wrapped myself up in a towel and headed for the showers, understandably shaken.
It seemed as though we were cursed. So on our way back to our campsite, I finally gave old Stumpy his money. He grinned knowingly and tapped the side of his nose with his fingerless hand. Then he reached toward the money that I was still holding. I was terrified that he was going to actually touch me with it, and we both jumped as some coins slipped through my fingers and clattered to the floor. I quickly put the money down and, with a nervous laugh, departed.
McStinky and I performed a ritual of sorts that night. I won't go into detail, save to say that it included a universal "No Minotaurs" sign and some feathers. That night, we all slept peacefully. There were no more monstrous moans in the night. Nothing else happened to frighten us or make the remainder of our trip unpleasant.
Finally, the rain stopped and the sun began to shine as we packed up our gear and headed home.
Bleh!
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