“You see, we all have psychic energy hidden inside of us. If you don’t pay any attention to it, it comes in small doses. You have to commit to it to receive the full effect. You need to taste death.”
I immediately laid eyes upon the old man who had been in the casket, up on his feet staggering in my direction like a zombie, just about 10 feet behind me. His yellow eyes shined like a cat’s in the night and his mouth slowly dropped open as he finished another clumsy step in my direction.
The night of the funeral, after dragging some cousins to a bar to have fifteen shots to celebrate the fifteen years of Ryan’s life, a mottled brown owl landed on the tree branch outside of my bedroom window.
There still wasn’t a cure, which wouldn’t have been a big deal, except the symptoms piled on. Fevers. Headaches. Nightmares. Nausea. He vomited at least twice per day. He was down to a fraction of his size.
Soaked from head-to-toe, I jumped up onto my feet, stood up in the knee-deep water, and looked out to the deeper water where the blue orb, looking much bigger than it had from up on the course, rested on top of the waves about 10 yards away from me.
Instead of filling his room with CDs or Rangers merch or posters of naked girls, he had shadowboxes stuffed with dead moths swinging from his walls, their wings pinned down with tacks.
Laughter filled the playground when the clown was there; joy was in the air. Kids looked forward to recess solely to see the clown and the tricks he had up his sleeve for that day. Eventually, the laughter came to an abrupt end when the clown began to lure kids into the forest adjacent to the school.
“Henry was a very secretive man, always kept to himself and never let anyone into his personal bubble. Being extremely heavy set, well above average height, and having some physical deformities, he always stayed in the back so he wouldn’t have to talk to anyone. The only time his customers would see him was very late at night when he left the shop, or if you asked for him.”
“Growing up I remember a lot of instructions. The front door had four locks, each with a different key of course. We lived in small house with no backdoor, so if I wanted to play in our small garden, I had to leave through the front door – after unlocking and locking all the four locks of course.”