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Post by Babu Baboon on Oct 11, 2022 5:33:44 GMT -6
Morton lay back on the couch in his study. The scotch must have gotten to him because he quickly drifted off.
In his dream, he found himself walking in a cemetery. He came to a gravestone with his wife's name. He stared at it a moment, wondering how a grave could exist when he heard an odd shuffling noise by his feet.
Two skeletal arms dressed in the ruined sleeves of a dress shot up through the dirt of the gravesite and grabbed his legs, pulling at him. He tried desperately to pull away. Two more skeletal arms shot up through the ground and grabbed his legs. These were covered in the ruins of a dark suit. He instinctively knew the arms belonged to his wife's lover.
The arms began to pull him down, causing him to sink into the dirt as if it were quicksand. He screamed but there was no one to hear him. He clawed at the ground, but they were too strong, and he continued to sink. Dirt began to fill his nose and mouth, choking him. Everything went black as he was pulled under with his wife and her lover for all eternity.
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Post by Babu Baboon on Oct 11, 2022 5:46:29 GMT -6
"Wake up, Morty!" Winston exclaimed, shaking him. "Jesus!"
"Morty let out a startled, "AAA!!"
"Jesus Christ! Would you stop screaming?" Winston exclaimed.
"I was having a nightmare..." Morton said.
"Yeah, no shit. A doozy, apparently," Winston said, shaking his head. "But you gotta get ahold of yourself. We can't have concerned neighbors snooping around."
Winston's phone rang and he said, "I gotta get this. It's the forger about the Dear John letter."
It had all seemed so real, Morton thought, He looked down at the hands that had been clawing at the ground in his dream and he was startled to see the nails were caked with dirt under them.
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Post by Babu Baboon on Oct 13, 2022 13:22:09 GMT -6
A little while later, Morton was snapped to attention by the ringing of his phone. It was Ritchie.
"How you holding up, buddy?" he asked.
"okay, I guess," Morton said.
"Morty, I told you, you can't go wearing your heart on your sleeve right now. What's eating you?"
"Well, all that money Winston moved out of my accounts..."
"Jeez, Morty...," Ritchie said. "It's not like you're never going to see it again. But you and that money need to take a break for a little while so it looks like you took a financial hit when your wife left you. Look, in my line of work, we bury money from the feds all the time. Your money will be in safe hands and you'll get it back a little at a time... when it's not suspicious. Feel better?"
"Yeah... uh..."
"There's something else. I can tell. Spill"
"You're gonna laugh at me," Morton said sheepishly.
"Try me," Ritchie said.
"I had this crazy nightmare..." He went on to describe it, even down to the dirt under his nails when he woke up. When he was done, the phone was quiet. Ritchie was not laughing.
"What nationality was your wife?" Ritchie asked.
"Irish... and Romani on her mother's side. We used to joke about her gypsy temper," Morton exclaimed.
"SONOFABITCH!" Ritchie exclaimed. "Not the f--king gypsies again!!!"
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Post by mh on Oct 14, 2022 1:50:16 GMT -6
"put winston on the phone!" exclaims ritchie.
"winston -- it's ritchie!" says morty, holding out his phone.
minutes later, winston wolf on his phone says, looking concerned, "your wife it seems, was the daughter of a 7th, daughter. her grandmother was also a seventh daughter. this could be problematic."
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Post by mh on Oct 14, 2022 1:55:22 GMT -6
"take a nap," says winston. "let's see what happens."
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Post by Babu Baboon on Oct 14, 2022 13:39:12 GMT -6
Take a nap?" Morton exclaimed. "You want me to go through all that again?"
"We need to know what we're dealing with," Winston said. "So you need to go back to sleep."
"Easy for you to say," Morton said.
"Ritchie is a bit wound up that he's now involved in gypsy business again. So if I were you, I'd play along," Winston said.
"Okay," Morton said uneasily. He had no desire to test the limits of Ritchie's gratitude.
He haad a couple more scotches to make himself drowsy and then lay back on the couch and drifted off to sleep.
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Post by mh on Oct 15, 2022 13:19:31 GMT -6
morton wakes up with the late morning sun in his face streaming thru the curtains of his bedroom. the sheets are crisp & clean. "it was a dream, the whole thing" mutters morton, rubbing his eyes. then his hard legal mind realized immediately, no, it was not a dream. this is the dream. his wife was lying beside him & he immediately recoiled, and jumped to his feet.
his wife rose from the bed, in her most tattered nightgown, the one he loved the most, and her face was ... wrong. the good reconstructed work of an expensive funeral home, but still wrong.
"hello morton." she slurred. suddenly bravery he didn't know he had kicked in. "hi hon!" he replied.
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Post by mh on Oct 16, 2022 10:48:11 GMT -6
she looked almost startled. for a corpse anyway. morton went on.
"i didn't deserve this. you know b-tch, you married up! you're from three generations of white trash and my family hated you. which only made me want you more. i even liked your gypsy temper."
his wife smiled horribly.
"my great grandmother, "she slurred, "was the wife of king johnny romano. the last of the gypsy kings!"
then the old lady appeared beside her.
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Post by mh on Oct 16, 2022 11:21:33 GMT -6
winston was on the phone with ritchie the hammer.
"what's happening?" asks ritchie.
"he's asleep and i can hear him talking to his wife," winston replies numbly. "but the weird thing," wolf says looking around the room, "i can hear her too!"
"stupid man, you've sealed your doom," says the old lady, pointing at morton ominously.
the whisky must have hit morton hard. he wasn't scared.
oh, eat me!" says morton, and the old lady's eyes bulge in rage. "where's your boyfriend anyway?" morton asks his wife.
"... he's right behind you," slurs his wife, grinning broadly.
morton turns, and there he was. his disfigured face somewhat repaired. and he was smirking.
morton snaps. he yells in rage & slams into the dead kid, both of them crashing to the floor. he could hear his wife gasp behind him. of course he was suppose to be huddled into a corner screaming with terror covering his face. but morton was drunk & pissed. the fifty pounds he'd gained over the last ten years had come in handy for once.
"damn you! she's cost me a damn fortune! 5 DUI's in two years! the home shopping network! 70 pairs of damn pumps in her giant shoe closet! where in hell do you get off?! you cocksucker! you little piece of sh-t!" cries morton, punching him with both hands, wailing away like ralphy in 'a christmas story'.
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Post by mh on Oct 16, 2022 11:35:39 GMT -6
"dear, you never told me your husband was so macho," says the old lady, stroking her chin. "you sure he don't have no gypsy in him?"
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Post by Babu Baboon on Oct 17, 2022 20:20:40 GMT -6
A gurgling laugh came from the shambling wretch that once was his wife's lover. Its face began to cave in from Morton's pummeling, cracking like an eggshell, and inside was a mass of writhing maggots. The maggots covered Morton's hands completely, hiding the skin beneath.
Morton gave a horrified cry, backing away from the corpse of his wife's lover. Despite his ruined face, he still seemed to be giving the same horrible gurgling laugh.
The mass of maggots on his hands seemed to grow and move up his arms. He tried to shake them off, but the mass continued to grow up the length of his arms, down his torso, and up his neck, burying everything it with which it came into contact. Morton screamed in horror and dismay as he felt it moving towards his face.
Eventually, the maggots reached his nose and mouth. He could feel them entering his mouth and nostrils, choking him. He wsa completely covered, looking like a yellow, twitching mannequin.
He wretched, trying to cough up the maggots, but they continued to pour down his throat, choking him. Even his nostrils were clogged with the wriggling intruders.
As he began to lose consciousness, the last thing he heard was the same, horrible gurgling laughter.
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Post by mh on Oct 20, 2022 1:31:18 GMT -6
morton wakes up to winston shaking him. "pal, i thought i'd lost you this time," he says.
"it was awful," gasps morton. "maggots ..."
"yeah, i know," says winston. "i could hear you. i could hear her! this is serious -- you could've died from fright. but we'll figure this out. they don't call me the fixer for nothing. and oh, this is your nurse miss ratchet. i brought her in to monitor your vital signs."
"ghaaaa!!!" screams morton.
"morty, wake up!" cries winston, shaking him. "come out of it!"
"damn cheating gypsies!! wolf, i'm on my way!" says ritchie the hammer from the phone, giving the evil eye.
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Post by Babu Baboon on Oct 21, 2022 19:27:55 GMT -6
Ritchie stalked into the room. At the sight of Morton, he bellowed, "What's he doing?"
"He's asleep. I can't wake him," Winston said.
Ritchie reared back and backhanded Morton so hard he tumbled off the sofa. A startled cry escaped from him as he woke, startled.
"Well, that seems to have done the trick," Winston said.
Morton brought his hand up to his mouth and was surprised to see he was bleeding. He looked up at Ritchie.
"Why the f--k didn't you tell me your wife was a gypsy?" Ritchie said accusingly.
"It never came up," Morton said. "I never told you my mom's Dutch, either."
"You think this shit is funny?" Ritchie exclaimed.
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Post by Babu Baboon on Oct 25, 2022 6:56:14 GMT -6
Morton told Ritchie about his latest dream in all its gory detail. Winston actually gave a shudder when he described the maggots.
"So, your wife and her lover were there again, but this time they were joined by her dead great grandmother?" Ritchie says.
"That's the thing," Morton says, shaking his head. "The old broad may be ancient, but she ain't dead," Morton says.
"Oh, really," Winston remarks.
"Son of a bitch!" Ritchie exclaims.
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Post by mh on Oct 25, 2022 12:58:32 GMT -6
"ritchie, did you bring any equipment?" winston says hopefully.
"sure," says ritchie, "an ak-47, a few glocks, an uzi, some explosives, some pepsi to scare gypsie girls who think it's acid, some acid ...."
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