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IAIN Eternal Order england 18807 Posts |
Though I was there, I wish I wasn't. The birth of a ghost.
Mid seance it was, 1888.a quiet gentlemen St's club in Soho. I didn't quite know where to look. Anywhere but... There. She lay upon the billiards table, the psychic medium only referred to as 'mother'. Out it poured, the ectoplasm. Like glowing green magma from between her thighs. All over the table it flooded. Mother whispered a thousand name. Different languages, voices, tones. Until one rang out clear as a bell and rung even louder in my head. "Gregory". And from that plasm rose the ghost. Sticky paws and roaring in silence. Until he was fully formed, a tail and glowing eyes. Mother spoke. "Gregory, dog of Romanov, Russia, 1888.died of starvation." The ghost dog padded around, sniffing areas I dare not name. He padded over to us all, I felt compelled to pet him. My hand petted mist. He wagged his tail though. And then he was off running, Mother blamed a passing ghost cat. And on the table, a reminder. A small ghostly dog turd which Mother said was lucky because it didn't smell.
I've asked to be banned
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Wonderful - Thank you Iain
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