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10-Oct-09 04:08:48 The Thinking Woman's Crumpet	I am going to try something different with this. Will keep installments short and sweet with the idea of frequent(heh) updates. ---- Bryan could not help but smile, it had been so long since he had last seen a look of happiness on his wife's face; the warmth he felt was overwhelming. It was worth every penny it cost to move out west and buy the immense house they were now standing in. Finally, they could move on with their lives. "Well…" He patiently stood beside her as she took in the entire view of the picturesque sunken living room. "I love it!" She brought her hands to her face, "Its…perfect." He leaned in and kissed her on the head. "Just wait until you see the backyard." "I can't believe this…I can't believe you did this. Your business…everything…" She began to sob into her hands. "I can always start another one. Your happiness is worth giving everything up." She fell into his arms and he held her tight. She continued to cry and he gave her all the support she needed. She finally composed herself. "Thank you." "Your welcome." He gently rubbed her back as he held her. "Why don't you start to unpack and I'll brew some tea?" She nodded and slowly pulled away. He watched her disappear down the hallway before making his way towards the kitchen. He turned on the stove and put the kettle over the flame. As he opened the cabinet holding the tea, he heard an awful scream coming from the bedroom. He raced out of the kitchen and entered the bedroom, nearly tripping along the way in his haste. He found Jennifer sitting on the bed, her knees buried in her chest with her arms wrapped around her legs. She was rocking back and forth and a look of sheer terror was showing on her face. He sat on the bed and pulled her into his arms. "What's wrong?" "They're here….they're here…" "Who's here?" She looked him in the eyes. "The Nacinuds!" Last Edited By: Caber 10-Oct-09 04:43:04. Edited 1 time.
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15-Oct-09 07:34:36 The Thinking Woman's Crumpet	Milk, fabric softener and…Vincent was at a loss for what the third item his wife had asked him to bring home after work was. He could call her back up, but then he'd have to hear the "I told you to write everything down." speech. Or, he could take a chance and gamble as to what the third item was, but if he was wrong he would have to hear the "You didn't write everything down, did you?" speech. Either way, he would be hearing her shrill voice. Fantastic. As he wandered the dreary halls, his mind desperately searching for the last item, he ran across the floor's orderly. "Has Mr. Feeral been taking his medication?" Speaking of medication, he wished there was something one could take that would drown out the voice of a whiny spouse. Alcohol could only do so much… "No Dr. Gessen, he will not even eat or drink anymore." Vincent sighed; time to pay a visit to the daft patient. He nodded to the orderly and proceeded to the man's room. He unlocked the door and found Ben sitting on his bed, rocking slowly back and forth. "Evening Ben." He tried to sound as cheery as possible. The man mumbled something incoherent under his breath. Vincent sat on a chair beside the man's bed. "I understand you have been refusing to take your medication." "Makes me tired, can't sleep, can't sleep. No, no, no, can't sleep." "You need to take the medication, it will cure you. Don't you want to be well?" The man turned to look at him, his eyes opened wide in terror. "Can't sleep, can't sleep, can't let them see me." Ben was one of his more difficult patients, completely obsessed with the idea that some invisible entities were watching. Who or what they were, he refused to go into detail. He even managed to convince a former nurse they were real. Poor woman went over the edge. Fortunately, medication was able to stabilize her. "Ben, if you do not take your medication willingly, we will be forced to use other measures to get you to take them, do you understand?" "No, can't sleep! Can't sleep!" He pointed to a corner of the room. "Can't let them see me!" Vincent glanced at the corner and confirmed there was nothing there. He stood up in an effort to walk over and show Ben there was nothing there. The man grabbed him by the arm before he could take a step however. "Don't go there! They'll see you! They'll see you!"
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27-Oct-09 06:43:42 The Thinking Woman's Crumpet	I don't know how much longer I can keep up this torrid posting pace. ---- Bryan was pacing the floor of his study as he spoke into the phone with an angry tone. "You assured me she was cured! All that money I spent for nothing!" "Mr. Teaser, your wife was doing well when I released her, did you follow my recommendations?" The doctor on the other end was speaking in a slow, steady tone, probably hoping to calm Bryan down, but he was having none of that. No, he had spent too much money and devoted too much time to be calm at this moment. For God's Sake, he sold his entire damn business and moved across the country, and for what? Apparently nothing. "Of course I followed your recommendations! Why I don't know, because they haven't helped." "Is she taking her medication?" This doctor was really getting on his nerves with his attempts to deflect the blame for his incompetence away. "Yes and it isn't helping!" "I am going to give you the number of a colleague that has an office not too far from…" He did not let the man finish. "I've had enough of you and your quack friends. I'm going to find my own doctor! You can expect to hear from my lawyer!" Clicking the end call button on his cell phone wasn't quite like slamming the receiver to a desk phone down, but it did give him small satisfaction to hang up on the doctor. Bryan tossed the phone on his desk and went to seek his wife who he had left in the bedroom. He really was at a loss for where to turn next. He was not sure he could go through the rigmarole of watching his wife crack up again. She was still sitting on the bed; only know she was clutching a large knife. While he was on the phone she must have gone to the kitchen and rifled through the packing boxes until she found it. "Honey, give me the knife." This caused her to hold it tighter. "No! I cannot let them get me!" He sighed. "There is no one here Jennifer." He did his best to stay calm in front of her. "They are here!" "I do not see anyone, where are they?" Despite his intent, the line came out a bit snippy. She pointed to a spot beside the dresser. He walked over to the spot she had pointed at despite her gasp of protestation. "See, there is no one here!" "No Bryan no! No! They see you! They see you!" He heard movement and he turned to see his wife charging at him, the knife pointed directly at him. "Jennifer!" Last Edited By: Caber 27-Oct-09 06:46:10. Edited 1 time.
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14-Nov-09 04:43:26 The Thinking Woman's Crumpet	Over a two week wait and all I could come up with is one paragraph? Why yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. you think you're a raving delight, yet all you are is a parasite. you think life is a sunny beach it damn sure is for a fucking leech. A con, a lie, to beg, borrow and steal you're too fucking cheap to pay for your meal you'll bleed them dry to their very last dollar then when they're broke you'll cry and holler. just go away and never come back find someone else to buy your crack. ------ Detective Jameson took a look at the covered body on the floor before glancing around the room. The furnishings were sparse and there were many packing boxes piled in one corner. He surmised the people that lived here must have recently moved in…or was in the process of moving out. He had seen so much senseless violence over the years that he had become numb to the sight. He could barely remember the day when he was the new guy who had to turn his head away from a dead body. The officer standing with him in the room looked young but he did not seem bothered by the scene. "So what do we have?" He still needed a morning cup of coffee, so he wanted to make this fast. "The victim is a Mr. Bryan Teaser. We found his wife cowered in a corner covered in blood and holding a knife. The blade appears to match the wounds on the victim, of course we won't know precisely until we can run tests…but at first glance she is the most likely suspect. She was behaving irrationally so we took her to the hospital under guard." "She say anything?" The officer glanced at a notepad he was holding. "She kept screaming that the…er…" He scrutinized his pad. "The Nacinuds killed her husband and she tried to save him." He closed the pad. "Most of what she said next was incoherent." "Nacinuds?" "Perhaps when she is properly sedated we can get more out of her." He paused for a moment. "We found a cell phone in another room and it appears the last call was made to a doctor in Maine, some sort of psychiatrist. Apparently the wife was a former patient of his." Jameson took another look at the body. Crazy wife, check. Poor dead husband, check. On the surface, this appeared to be an open and shut case. Still, it never hurt to be diligent. "I want the number of that doctor; I'd like to hear what he was to say. I also want a chat with the wife when she is up for it. And get that knife to the lab as soon as possible." He turned for the door and he thought he saw something by the dresser out of the corner of his eye. He focused his attention there but he did not see anything. He shook his head and continued out the door. Time to go grab a hot cup of coffee.
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