Mystery

Mytwosentences 147 (The Preston Tapley Chronicles)

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The clean light from zeitgeber and summer sunsplash welcomed Preston to the brownish beige grama of his recently acquired house lot like a safety flashlight in need of replacement batteries.
Upon hearing an oddly muffled ricochet sound, Mr. Tapley (who was unknowingly being observed) instinctively looked up to see the shrinking zenith of a deep blue sky that weirdly appeared to pull dark clouds inward from it’s pine tree periphery.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 146)
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Mytwosentences 146 (The Preston Tapley Chronicles)

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For Preston, clear emotion was the unusual presence of a minute droplet of moisture formed at the socket of his typically steadfast soul.
Dismissing this brief display as if matter-of-factly dealing cards for the next game of solitaire, he carefully checked each window one last time and cautiously got out of the cab to get a scoping view of his property.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 145)
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Mytwosentences 145 (The Preston Tapley Chronicles)

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Preston Tapley was a lonely nonpareil who not only strolled about without actually touching the ground, but also seemed to speak without opening his mouth.
The day he surreptitiously moved into the old Cummings house, a sad looking structure that had been abandoned in the middle of the night by the previous occupants eight years ago, his normally controlled emotions clearly got the better of him.
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Mytwosentences 142 (side story continues)

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As I dealt with my discombobulated bearings, which were truly amiss,  I got an unexpected low hum in my ear that couldn’t possibly have come from anyplace else but the driveway.
I, in a dizzingly confused state, turned around apprehensively to drop to my battered knees and stare at a car that I think I remember from a horrifying night that my best friend died.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 135)
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Mytwosentences 135 (side story continues)

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Summoning courage I had only known from campy tales with unconvincing characters, I hobbled over to the bulkhead door and haphazardly slid-open an unexpectedly loose deadbolt lock.
After flipping on a rusty, insufficient patio light, I stepped into the thick air of a perfectly still and obscenely quiet nightscape that provided a touch of solace, until the open door behind me slammed shut.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 134)
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Mytwosentences 134 (side story continues)

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When I pressed my glowering face against the cold window to get better focus, cheek and glass vibrated in consonance as resonating rumbles of thunder rolled low across a threatening sky.
Inside my muddled mind, a bone-dry sugarcane field burned and fusty senses turned tourbillion as a flash punch cracked the glass and snapped me back to the cellar floor.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 123)
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Mytwosentences 130

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The amative man with created red hair and a pocketless plaid jacket was about to hold the arm of a fubsy blind woman who was curiously smiling on a busy train platform.
As his pocked, hardened hand extended in a cordial show of support, the menial mystery of his lost reading glasses appeared snugly in the caring clutch of a perceptive, unbusy lady named Rose.
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Mytwosentences 123 (side story continues)

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As I wiped drying drops of blood off my brow, numbing knees briefly held me in place while the enigmatic figure unlocked his lamp-like eyes from mine to turn and point into the darkness.
While choking on my pounding heart, which was throwing itself against my chest, the retreating silhouette dissolved into the nighttide revealing the incomprehensible sight of a cemetery entrance that simply didn’t exist.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 122)
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Mytwosentences 122 (side story continues)

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I somehow found my whereabouts and noticed a deformed, almost chinless man gesturing me through the tiny cellar window.
I got to my feet and slowly made my way to the back end of the partially lit cellar and slipped on what appeared to be fresh blood dripping from the ceiling.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 47)
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Mytwosentences 76

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Visitors from a vast vacationland follow their own hysteria to a perceived presence which is hauntingly housed throughout the shadowy streets of a storied city.
Wearing creative Halloween costumes countless hordes are drawn into an anticipation abyss, searching for lurking manifesting macabre and some semblance of sensory validation.
(Photo: Edward Roads -The Witch House in Salem).

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Mytwosentences 63

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During a shadowy walk up a one way street, I happened upon a previously unseen, mystical grave marker that the curved hill appeared to protectively eclipse.
Suddenly, I began to wonder if an interred spirit deliberately fabricated this chance encounter through a subliminal elbow poke to my senses.
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Mytwosentences 47 (side story continues)

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Needing to make my way about the basement, I attempted to suppress escalating fear but that noise was constantly grinding away within me.
Although it lasted only a couple of seconds, the clatter sounded a little too much like a stubborn tree trunk being forced into a hungry wood chipper.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 42)

Written by Edward Roads