Get your thinking caps on!

Now, before I start, I would like to point out and make it very clear that I am not one for casting aspersions. That said, this post may read as though I’m doing exactly that.

The other day, as I was meandering around the Grinds as usual, I returned to the Mansion to find a note pinned to the very same tree that Maribel was nailed to recently.

The note simply said ‘One of your visitors is behind everything’.

I first read it and thought that it wasn’t possible… but the more I thought of it, the more likely it could actually be. I mean to say, everyone who visits here knows roughly the layout of the Mansion. Visitors here are the only ones to know about the content of the Jar deep inside the Catacombs. Visitors here only know about the ever changing views from the windows, and could easily have built that brick wall outside the Vestibule window… I thought at first to stop the views from being seen… but then, what if it was to stop them (the culprit) being spotted entering the cellar? (OK, I know it’s flimsy, especially as they could actually have been spotted building the brick wall in the first place – but they weren’t).

So, the note got me thinking.

And Halloween is coming up quite soon now, and I needed an Interactive Idea for this year’s post… so, combining the two, I hereby present my Halloween Challenge!

Using the contact form below, please write, in as few or as many words as possible, your excuse alibi reasons why it couldn’t possibly be you. As I obviously know that it couldn’t possibly be any of the fine visitors who come here, please feel free to make your explanations as far-fetched as possible; and if I get enough replies I shall create a poll to ask all of my visitors to vote on the most unlikely. The post with the unlikely alibis will be posted on Halloween, obviously linking to each contributor, as I like sharing things around here. The poll, should there be enough entries, shall be published in about a week’s time (extending Halloween into November, but never mind about that!)

So, I hope you can join in with this random Halloween challenge and get writing some far-fetched-fiction. As usual, it’s only for fun, and there isn’t a prize (apart from possibly winning the poll, that is)

I look forward to receiving your Unlikely Alibis…

The Superhero Diaries 2.10: Chaos Strewn


During an immense intergalactic battle outside the EFB’s Secret Headquarters, one super heroine found herself embroiled in a battle all her very own. Muriel Magnificent, having discovered a hidden letter in the brickwork under the stairs, had finally managed to retrieve a second part of the letter, so hidden  and entombed within the bricks and mortar it took almost all of her magnificent strength to retrieve it..

Thinking it was a continuation of the previous part, she soon realised just how wrong she was.

My dear comradez from the future,

Thank you once again for your kind azziztance in our latezt battle with the Pumpkin Gang. One day, we will ztop them, but our time iz not quite ready for your technology, nor for the alien technology that the Pumpkin Gang have chozen to uze. We will fight to keep them at bay, but they alwayz manage to evade complete capture. Perhapz one day we will ztop them… and perhapz you already know all about that.

I write thiz in 1925; and I will place it into a time capzule to be zecured in our time locked vaultz once written for zafe-keeping, and hopefully, for your azziztance zhould you need it.

Az well az the Pumpkin Gang, we have been battling a magickal daemon by the name of Ganthenex. El Pizzazz and I were involved with thiz particular battle, that took uz all the way around the world to a ztrange izland known locally az Middlehaven Izle. The odd thing about thiz izland iz that it izn’t rooted to one place. We arrived when it waz in the Americaz, and the following morning we awoke to find ourzelvez over in the Far Eazt.

Ztrangely, we were alzo there with a young Queen Victoria, who helped uz immenzely az zhe haz had dealingz with Ganthenex in her time. Juzt how zhe managed to find herzelf in 1925 iz a myztery to uz all at prezent, juzt az the arrival of the EFB a few weekz earlier waz to uz, although now we know it waz cauzed by a malfunction in an alien zpacecraft az theze letterz were dizcovered in your time.

Ganthenex iz a daemon invoked by a certain rhyme, and can only be invoked when certain circumztancez are aligned, circumztancez involving a pzychic, a cave beneath a Zhire, and an ancient book. Az with any kind of magic, the rhyme iz an incantation, zo if any of theze zituationz do fall together be very wary az to when or how the rhyme iz read.

Unfortunately, we do not know when theze eventz will fall together, az we have zpecifically azked not to remember anything of our future, az Queen Victoria azked of uz regarding herz, and all we can do iz leave theze letterz in the hope that they are found at the right time.

Middlehaven Izle iz the place to go for the counter-incantation for Ganthenex’z invocation, but again it iz hidden within a dizc zomewhere upon the magical izle. Az you know, the only way to fight magic iz with magic, on magical zoil.

If Ganthenex haz been invoked, be prepared for the onzlaught of chaoz. You’ll zoon notice ztrange thingz ztarting to happen. Zubtle thingz, differencez that you think odd at firzt but gradually get uzed to them.

Be on your guard, EFB. If you get a chance to vizit Middlehaven, we ztrongly recommend you go. Look for the dizc. Uze it. Ganthenex crozzez timez and dimenzionz, and if invoked will cazt chaoz everywhere.

Queen Victoria and the Imperial Force of Great Britain wizh you well with your – and our – future endeavourz.

Pleaze remember the zubtle changez. Notice them, and take note.

Until we meet again,

Miztrezz De Leur.

Zephyr

Through the wood the little breeze licks the loose leaves as it curls its way around. Gently bouncing off trees and shrubs alike, silent but ever present, it dances as it makes its own way ever forward. Aiming to be free from the restrictions of the forest, and out into the open. Ready and prepared to gust forward with all of its acquired might at the right time.

That’s the dream of the Zephyr. To reach the point of freedom. Of no return. To let go, and keep going. Howling. Whistling. And relishing the exuberance of going with the flow.

Absolutely nothing to do with Halloween this. Just felt an urge to write about wind. I’m sure it’s a spell… but sometimes, you just have to do it!

A Mansion Unlocked

Do you know how I’ve been going on lately about all of the odd things that have been going on around here?

There’s definitely something untoward happening. Maribel being nailed to the tree for starters… that brick wall outside the Vestibule for another thing… The Witch vanishing as she did… the animals gathering in the Grinds… well, I have one more thing to, unfortunately, advise that has *ahem* happened.

How, exactly, it ‘happened’ is beyond me.

Down beneath the Cellar is an old heavy wooden door, deep within the Catacombs below the Mansion. The door must always remain locked as beneath that is a raging torrent of a hot and steamy lava river. I’ve heard some describe it as Hell on Earth, but I haven’t been down to check. I had a quick look through a crack in the rocks down there and saw the lava, but that’s as close as I’d like to get.

Obviously, if the door is the ‘Doorway to Hell’, it must remain locked at all times, to keep out what must be kept out. And locked it has been kept. And, before you fly off into a panic-fuelled panic, don’t panic… it’s still locked… I’ve pushed and pulled the door and rattled the latch and it will not open; it refuses to budge.

Previously, I’d safely put the key to the door inside a Jar on the shelf beside the door. It looks odd, the shelf there in the middle of the Catacombs, but then again so does the heavy wooden door.

The Jar was the only thing on the shelf, not counting the cobwebs and dust mites and the like. Now a perfect dust-free circle remains where the Jar once stood.

Yes: the Jar (and therefore key) has vanished.

How, why, when… I know not.

I’m sure the Mansion’s up to its tricks, it does like to provide the odd Trick or Treat around Halloween… but to remove that key… I’m not sure the Mansion would take things that far.

I now need to lie down in a darkened room.

And then, I shall commence my Jar hunt. That Jar must be found…

Gathering in the Grinds

Usually, at this time of the year, the Grinds become over-run with vampires, werewolves, zombies and the like. Rather than getting too close to them, I tend to let them have their little Gathering on Halloween and then move on to wherever it is they go from there.

The creatures that dwell in the Grinds are also aware that something is going on, but to look at them you wouldn’t know it. They hardly bat an eyelid.

Take Sinister Bunny for instance… cool as a cucumber:
The Vampire Sheep merely graze… and growl…:

Olive the Peacock struts his stuff nonchalantly…:
Shadowcat flexes his glowing eye muscles to look more fearsome, but apart from that he’s perfectly normal:
Spiders weave their webs with ease, paying no attention whatsoever to anything else around them:
Splodge just sits, waits and watches:
The Plesiosaur and the Dragons investigate each other, but nothing else comes of it (Apologies for the quality of this picture, but I didn’t really want to stick around!)
The witch just watches from afar, sending, occasionally, one or two of her familiar spiders to investigate things further:
                                                            
Crikey. The witch. AGAIN! She’s removed the image of her and her spider. Oops.

Having said that, Shadow is always on guard:
The lake always seems still at this time of the year. Mind you, with the Plesiosaur off investigating the Dragons I suppose it would:
Yet there’s always time for the Spirit of the Trees to make an appearance. Can you see the Spirit’s faces in the picture below? They are very well hidden, but they are there! As an example, see the tree that is leaning over the water to the left of the picture? There is a branch that appears to be reaching straight up coming out if it (It looks like a tuning fork…), well, slightly above where the branch and the tree form a V, there’s a spooky looking face grinning from out of the greenery:
It isn’t the clearest of faces, it must be said, but it’s there… and rather fitting for Halloween. But there are others… I’ve highlighted the Grinning Face below:
Let me know if you spot any others…

Nailed

I left the Mansion yesterday where I noticed something nailed to the tree outside the Front Door. On closer inspection, it was Maribel. How she got there is beyond me; the last time I saw her she was locked – erm – on the shelf in the Study. And the even more confusing thing is she was alive… it isn’t Halloween yet


She was furious.

Who’d do such a thing??? I’m sure it has something to do with that spell… there’s some odd things going on around here at the moment.

Don’t worry – she’s back in the Study now.