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Library: The Wanderer of Souls

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Author: merja
Date:Apr 16 2006

     When Night was young, he was thought to be a girl because his privates
did not develop until he reached his prime. Also Night tended to live with his
thoughts in another realm, paying little attention to the things that normal
little boys and later teenage boys, and later to that activity which grown men
found so stimulating.
     Night would awaken at midnight, if he slept at all, and he would hear
things that he interpreted as another language. He thought it the language of
some dead creature inhabiting his mother, but to most it was thought to be the
crickets chirping in the bathroom under the sink basin.
    So there he was, sleeping as normal, in his underpants, going on 16 years
old, and who should he wake up to find peering down at him, but a red-eyed
Japanese vampire-troll whispering in some unidentifiable language.
     "Mom?" He started to ask sleepily. As he focused more clearly on the
entity, he noticed some beginnings of a mustache. No, definitely not the
mother. His mother did not shave her mustache. Come to think of it, she did
not even have a mustache.
     The Japanese Vampire-Troll took a step back, because it saw the boy
moving and speaking. It did not seem to care to put its face too close, and so
it stepped a full 3 feet away from young Night.
     This did nothing to ease the foul smell now permeating the sleeping room.
Night pulled the bedcovers up to his nose and prayed the thing would go away.
     The creature's eyes suddenly reflected some moonlight which just so
happened to filter at that very moment in through the curtains of Night's
bedroom window. The eyes changed to a hue of light blue, with purple rims, and
purple veins. It would have scared any normal child and caused him to wet the
bed.
     But Night simply stared back, praying even more fervently that the
stinking Vampire-Troll would quickly exit left stage (since that is where the
only door was located).
    As it was, Night blinked his eyes quickly, and by the time he opened them
again, the creature was gone.
     Night believed it was gone, and closed his eyes. He fell back to sleep,
thinking that this was just another infernal creature and that he would never
see it again. It seemed like a new creature emerged every night.
     
The next morning Night sat down at the table munching on a bowl of Multi-Bran
Chex. For some reason his mother bought these instead of his favorite cereal
Honey Nut Cheerios. His mother was a health-freak and she bought only cereal
with at least 6 grams of dietary fiber. She also only bought soy milk. She'd
read something in a magazine from PETA one time about the legal amount of cow
pus in commercial dairy milk.
      
     His mother was a hippie if he ever saw one. She looked vaguely like a
troll, that is true, he admitted willingly enough. She was short, kind of
square-shaped, she had big blue eyes framed by thick glasses, brown hair, kind
of balding on the top, and she wore garish red lipstick.


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