Saturday, November 28, 2009

Skeleton Crew


"What's this?" Jasfoup looked aghast at the four animated skeletons dusting and polishing the shop. "You know I loathe the undead."

"You said we needed a night cleaner for the shop since the imps were so rubbish at it, " said Harold. "This is my skeleton crew. Besides, they're not truly undead, just animated skeletons. They have no will of their out; no free thought. They're little more than puppets, really, if you think about."

"Puppets made out of what used to people," said Jasfoup. "It's disgusting. Where did you learn such an abhorrent spell?"

"It's a funny thing," said Harold. "The police are inspecting a house where the owner killed his family and they asked me to take a look at some of the weird writings on the walls. I found a book of spells in the attic."

"This house wouldn't be in Offley Street, would it?"

"It would, actually." Harold seemed surprised. "Do you know it?"

Jasfoup shook his head. "It was in the paper."

6 comments:

stephanie said...

Oh, dear. :)

Leatherdykeuk said...

indeed!

martha said...

This whole egregious incident is gonna come out. Mark my words - there'll be tears before bedtime.

Leatherdykeuk said...

I'm sure there will!

I have to finish the story some time!

aims said...

How does Harold manage? He always seems to be stepping in it somehow.....

Leatherdykeuk said...

He just wants to better himself...