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Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
horrors of old rock creek
2003-11-15
"Old Rock Creek", a nasty sort of street with looming old buildings housing questionable businesses. A many storied strange house with a dozen staircases, though some were more padded ramps. A bird-dog competition, and a lady with giant sighthounds which she called 'Dukes of' something I couldn't understand, though I asked her to repeat herself twice. They were like wolfhounds, only so incredibly soft I said I could pet them forever, and then I'd rub all the fur off. The ducks and birds were brilliantly painted -- blues and purples and pinks and other bright tones. Then Morgan, whom I was carrying, started growling ferociously and barking. At the ceiling. I looked up, and cracks were forming. I ran upstairs and got my [family?], five or so people. I told them we had to get out of there, because the whole building was going to collapse. It was difficult getting out. Stairs were taken apart. Most of them were lined with fabric and padding, and the padding was taken out, making it difficult to use them. People tried to stop us. Some guy had acid spit. We escaped and ran to our van. As we drove away, we saw the flames erupt as the house destroyed itself. I felt horrid because we hadn't been able to get grandma and grandpa out. Later, we discovered grandma and grandpa were alive! And they had a new, huge ranch at the end of Old Rock Creek. They had horses and burros and... camels? I'm not sure. They were happy. We'd been living on the road for a year since the house blew up. We'd sold our home and lived out of the van. I'd taken hundreds of hours of video with my camcorder.
Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
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