More with the farm-lads
More joshing and joking between the lads. Always kinda spooky out here, one said. You know that story what’s doing the rounds in the pub? Couple weeks back or so, a coupla fancy-boys from the town had come yomping across the fields on their brand-new quad-bike. Half stoned out of their skulls, of course, like what you’d expect from those idiots. They’d heard the old lady had died, see, thought they’d break into the house and have a bit of fun, see what they could nick that was worth nicking, that kind of thing.
Never got close, did they? Said the house attacked them – can you believe that? Like the whole garden came alive and tried to grab ’em? They ran like hell; said last thing they saw was one of the quad’s wheels flying through the air, and they weren’t gonna hang around to see what had happened to the rest of it. The house? Attacked them? Yeah, sure… – God only knows what they’d been smoking!
I’m laughing along with the lads as they tell me this. But I’m also thinking hard about that wrecked quad-bike over the far side of the house… – which I’m not going to mention right now…
What the heck is going on at this place?
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One more thing, they said. She always knew when they were coming around. Always. Kind of uncanny, it was. No matter what they did, no matter what time of day or night, she’d be there in the doorway, waving to them just as they arrived.
They even tried sneaking up on her one time, for a bet, no van, no nothing, just creeping along as quietly as they could, bent down low beside the hedgerow. Didn’t make any difference – she was there in the doorway just the same, but with an even bigger smile than usual on her face. She knew, all right.
But that was why they knew something was wrong, those weeks back. There they were, but she hadn’t come to the door. They’d taken one look through the living-room window, called the ambulance straight away, but it was already too late.
At least they’d been there. It was good that someone was. Thanked them for that.
Suggests that the weirdness isn’t just in the house, though.
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Oh, and the lights, they said.
What about the lights?
You’ll see, they said. Just wait till night-time. You’ll see.
More joshing and joking between the lads. Always kinda spooky out here, one said. You know that story what’s doing the rounds in the pub? Couple weeks back or so, a coupla fancy-boys from the town had come yomping across the fields on their brand-new quad-bike. Half stoned out of their skulls, of course, like what you’d expect from those idiots. They’d heard the old lady had died, see, thought they’d break into the house and have a bit of fun, see what they could nick that was worth nicking, that kind of thing.
Never got close, did they? Said the house attacked them – can you believe that? Like the whole garden came alive and tried to grab ’em? They ran like hell; said last thing they saw was one of the quad’s wheels flying through the air, and they weren’t gonna hang around to see what had happened to the rest of it. The house? Attacked them? Yeah, sure… – God only knows what they’d been smoking!
I’m laughing along with the lads as they tell me this. But I’m also thinking hard about that wrecked quad-bike over the far side of the house… – which I’m not going to mention right now…
What the heck is going on at this place?
—
One more thing, they said. She always knew when they were coming around. Always. Kind of uncanny, it was. No matter what they did, no matter what time of day or night, she’d be there in the doorway, waving to them just as they arrived.
They even tried sneaking up on her one time, for a bet, no van, no nothing, just creeping along as quietly as they could, bent down low beside the hedgerow. Didn’t make any difference – she was there in the doorway just the same, but with an even bigger smile than usual on her face. She knew, all right.
But that was why they knew something was wrong, those weeks back. There they were, but she hadn’t come to the door. They’d taken one look through the living-room window, called the ambulance straight away, but it was already too late.
At least they’d been there. It was good that someone was. Thanked them for that.
Suggests that the weirdness isn’t just in the house, though.
—
Oh, and the lights, they said.
What about the lights?
You’ll see, they said. Just wait till night-time. You’ll see.
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