Tuesday, February 20, 2024
D-Day! After 4 years of ill-health, today I finally get my first 2 shots of the miracle drug, Dupilumab. Fingers crossed. Here goes..."I'm happy. Hope you're happy too."
Sunday, February 19, 2024
The Thing From Another World
Saturday, February 17, 2024
One of the problems with my health condition is never having a good night's sleep. (Yep, I'm still waiting on my home visit to kick-start my injections.) Still, last night, I found a late-night movie on BBCiplayer to watch. And it was a real classic! This would make a perfect theatrical play, if it hasn't been done already.
Time to Put Away the Toys, for a while at least
Thursday, February 15, 2024
Okay, just completed photographing my Lego version of 'Whistle and I'll Come to You', the Ghost Story for Christmas, where the protagonist is literally haunted by a bed-cover. I am going to have to put the Lego away for a few weeks now as I really need to concentrate on completing my next novel, Cold Comfort! The break will do me good as I can't decide what the next ghost story I will be working on for my Lego Horror series - though it will probably be 'A Warning to the Curious'.
Anyway, here are the photos, with a brief outline of the M.R. James ghost story to make a little sense of them:.
Our protagonist arrives at his holiday B&B to find his single room has two beds:
That evening. He takes in the seaside air with a long walk along the beach, where he discovers a Curious old Whistle in the sand. He blows it to clear the sand from it and a strange sound fills the air. Feeling suddenly cold, He hurries back to his B&B for an early night.
Unfortunately, his sleep is a troubled one. Strange noises permeate his room, which he puts down to the wind flapping the curtains through an open window. The sound filters through into his Dreams, conjuring a nightmare vision. A malevolent force has been conjured by the sounding of the ancient whistle, and finding form in an old boat sail, billows across the beach towards him:
He awakens, terrified as the sound of the flapping sail continues from the 'unnoccupied' bed in his room. It seems as though its bedsheets have come alive and flap as they tussle to find the form of the evil beneath them:
Panic-stricken, he grabs the whistle, and flings the cursed item into the flames of the room's open fire:
The sheets fall in a knotted heap to the floor, just an ordinary bed-cover once more. However, so terrified was the protagonist, that he never recovers his former sanity.
Make Room!
Wednesday, February 14, 2024
Time for more 'Oh Whistle and I'll Come to You', if The Soosh Cat will allow!
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