In the wee hours of the morning I drifted awake and heard what sounded like the voice of a demon or Sith or whatever as portrayed in movies. I lie still and listened...there it was again: Hworsssissrgherrqwaaaor. It was, of course, Christine, speaking a demon tongue in her sleep. What was that? I whispered. Hworsssissrgherrqwaaaor. Soflty, so as not to rouse her from the possession she was clearly enjoying, again I whispered, What? Finally it came, carefully enunciated, in hissing, demonic-movie-speak: Corrugated iron. Well okay then.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 23:56:12 +0000