Cracking the door carefully, you slip into the room. The record player is still crackling and merrily singing its song. At the moment, it’s merely a familiar musical instrumental, but as you begin to move about the room, searching for anything that might be of use, the words begin:
I see the bad moon a-rising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightning.
I see bad times today.
Humming along with the chorus, you begin to right the tables that have been knocked over, stacking the fallen books on top of them and casually glancing at the titles of each. Alice’s Adventures in New York is the first book you pick up, followed by Hamlet II, Henry X and Revenge of the Shrew. It would seem that you’ve stumbled upon the unwritten fiction section. Odd.
I hear hurricanes a-blowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers overflowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
You make your way over to the other side of the room, where Benziah was standing when you saw him through the window. Again, you right a table and stack books on top of it. These books are much stranger than the ones before — some are bound in materials you can’t (or don’t want to) name. Others bear titles in langauges you don’t know, some of which have alphabets with which you are completely unfamiliar. Your mind whispers alien and you attempt to bury the thought.
One large hardcover book lies open on the floor in front of you, face-down. You reach down to pick it up and something horrible skitters out from underneath it and dashes towards the wall. You let out a small yell of fright and throw the book at it with all your might. Undaunted, the small insect-like being skitters into the wall and out of your sight — soon, its horrible clicking sound fades into nothingness.
Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we’re in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
Shaken, you continue picking up books — wary each time that something else might jump out at you. A few moments later, you hear the clicking sound again. It grows louder and intensifies with each passing second. After a few more moments, you’re sure that instead of just one source, this new sound must be coming from many. The walls of the library begin to shake and a small shower of dust falls from the ceiling. With a soft “clunk” the record player ceases playing… but the refrain of the song still echoes in your mind.
Dont go around tonight,
‘Cuz, its bound to take your life,
Theres a bad moon on the rise
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9 thoughts on “Ward 32 – Episode 14”
Yay for CCR! 😀
Yeah, that as for you and by special request from Chris.
(Like 8 episodes or so ago)
Now neither of you can say I’ve never given you anything.
The best choice is to use the record player. Those… Things can still get you in the hallway
The record player scares me. Hallway please.
I haven’t read beyond the second line yet, but I just wanted to express the win that is this song.
I’m glad you guys like the song stuff.
I had decided that, once in Ward 32, music would be a big theme — but I was worried it would get annoying.
I guess I just have to keep picking good music 😉
I’m curious if any books in particular caught our interest, especially considering our Wisdom. Perhaps not, but curious none the less. 🙂
Music is for the win, always.
The only book that Vlad is interested in was the one that he had the vision about (in the glass case) — which was in an old dusty library somewhere.
The book Benziah took with him might have been interesting, but Vlad didn’t really get a good look at it.
Also, I didn’t make this very clear but if you hadn’t had wisdom I probably wouldn’t have mentioned as many specifics about the books as I did. Vlad’s not much of a reader — I don’t think he would have known what Hamlet is, for example.
Why yes now that I went looking back you have now fulfilled 2 out of the 5 requests I made in that episode in the past two. 🙂 As for me… The record player takes you somewhere else…. the hallway takes you somewhere else too. But given the speed of that insect thing. I’d rather try the record player than the hallway.
Oh and for my next set of requests:
-Vlad encounters the ever classic rocking chair that is rocking on it’s own with no visible person rocking it.
-Stumble across the lair of an evil genius and recruits Vlad to be a Henchman (Or at least someone who ~thinks~ they are an evil genius, is living in their parent’s basement and still wants to make you his/her #1 (and only) Henchman)
-A Fortune Cookie with an appropriate fortune that only makes sense if you add the words “in bed” to the end of it.
-A Local Radio Station playing Pink Floyd’s “Your Just Another Brick in the Wall.”
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