Suckers and Spitters - Ch.6Chapter 6Popcorn There's a television in our room now. For a long time I just sit on my bed watching TV. There's not much on, but it helps to take my mind off of current events. Natural disasters, failing governments and my hormonal teenage worries that will seem so ridiculous to me in the years to comeI always manage to find something to preoccupy and worry me. Eventually the corny comedy shows and bad soap operas don't do it anymore and I turn my attention away, leaving the television on as background noise. I reach into one of my suitcases. In the pouch on the side rests a small grey notebook with a pen wedged into the ringlets holding the pages together. My journal. I pull it out, take the pen and start to write. There's a significant amount to cover from the past few days we've been here, which is something I hadn't anticipated. I write about the Occult shop and accidentally stea
Suckers and Spitters - Ch.5Chapter 5:Everyone Has Rituals Truth be told, I hadn't expected to wake up. I half expected the attacker to return and finish the job. He could have come back at any time. He could have waited until he had calmed downassuming he could. Myself unconscious, he simply could have taken up the shovel and driven it into my neck. A couple chops and I would have been finished. Then he could have proceeded to do
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Ebenezer! My eyes shoot open. Panic overlaps before subsiding into confusion. Instead of staring up at a clouded, starless night sky, I find myself looking at a dark, spackled ceiling. My eyes shift around, looking for unfamiliarity. I pan around to see a room corner, a long burn mark stretching from half way up the corner to the ceiling where it spreads out into a black pool. Our room?