Shrieked Horror
((Part three of three) (1967))
(From my Journal notes) It was the fifth year of my captivity in the sewers of the Midwestern City; it all seemed to me a dream within a dream. Nothing changed much in those years, but the worse sight that had met my eyes up to this point, was certainly beyond my reality. I think it was around the year, 1967, in the hot summer months, I had seen two teenagers exploring these old cascading caves that were used by the soldiers of the Civil War era to keep prisoners and so forth, and thereafter, as the sewer system, that ran from one city to the other, from: St. Paul, to Minneapolis. And I had seen these two teenagers, one a female the other a male, about fifteen-years old, exploring the maze, I kept hidden, but Lilith, followed them like a hawk, Lilith, the rat antagonist—the Queen rat, the one that saved me, and for what reason, I’ll never know.
The young blond girl, pretty as peacock, was tired, and took rest against one of the old wooden beams in the cave, put her purse behind the back of her neck as a pillow so that her spine was more erect, so it appeared. And she caught sight of Lilith, and somehow—like Lilith had done to me—put the girl in a comatose like trance. She was for the most part, partly frozen in time and space. Her boyfriend took no notice of it, no special expression on his face anyhow, and just kept walking about— aware of nothing, perhaps now a few hundred feet ahead of her, exploring. The warm blooded girl was breathing slowly, and Lilith patient as she can be, was cornering her, with her entourage of several huge rats, red haired rats. No fear no horror on her face, just a placid look of innocence—her eyes wide open staring into nothingness. Behind Lilith, another and another and another of Lilith’s army of rats showed up for the kill—perhaps twenty now. This is almost exactly where the boy got lost in the caves trying to find his way back, calling “Karin, Karin, where are you?” She never answered.
The teeth of Lilith were like heavy knives, leaf-shaped, as if to make a bigger and wider trench when she bites into a person. Thus, at that moment of striking this beautiful blond haired, fair skinned girl, with pigtails and all, she struck her flesh, but only the edge of her teeth went into her leg, kind of sideways like. As it was, her teeth didn’t cut through to the other side of the bone, and the girl jumped up, and out of her trance, blood was pouring out of her like Niagara Falls—she stood petrified but she could stand on both legs. Evidently, Lilith wanted to make one powerful bite, to break the leg into two pieces, so she’d collapse and be unable to run.
The wound of the girl, now in front of all those rats, was oozing with blood, with every pulsation of her heart, and it was staining her lower part of her dress and shoes and socks to no end. And now she was screaming, “Help, help, Brskine, help me.”
As I rose from my sitting position, between to rafters near the ceiling of the cave—I could see both her on one side and the boy on the other, I said to the boy, “Turnabout, take a left and another left, and you’ll be in front of her, grab that board behind you…!” And he did as I said.
Never shall I forget the look on her face when she saw her Brskine coming with a large board with nails in it swinging it everywhichway, and the rats rose from their paws—stunned faced, a strange picture indeed, and ran off to wherever but with a chuck of her leg. Then I heard him say, “I think there’s a ghost in those caves,” and he picked her up to carry her to the hospital, I expect, he did say—after putting a tourniquet on her leg, something on the order of: “We better get out of here to a hospital before you pass out, and lose all your blood,” because right after he said whatever he said, he picked her up and rushed out of the caves.
No: 646 (7-15-2010)
((Part three of three) (1967))
(From my Journal notes) It was the fifth year of my captivity in the sewers of the Midwestern City; it all seemed to me a dream within a dream. Nothing changed much in those years, but the worse sight that had met my eyes up to this point, was certainly beyond my reality. I think it was around the year, 1967, in the hot summer months, I had seen two teenagers exploring these old cascading caves that were used by the soldiers of the Civil War era to keep prisoners and so forth, and thereafter, as the sewer system, that ran from one city to the other, from: St. Paul, to Minneapolis. And I had seen these two teenagers, one a female the other a male, about fifteen-years old, exploring the maze, I kept hidden, but Lilith, followed them like a hawk, Lilith, the rat antagonist—the Queen rat, the one that saved me, and for what reason, I’ll never know.
The young blond girl, pretty as peacock, was tired, and took rest against one of the old wooden beams in the cave, put her purse behind the back of her neck as a pillow so that her spine was more erect, so it appeared. And she caught sight of Lilith, and somehow—like Lilith had done to me—put the girl in a comatose like trance. She was for the most part, partly frozen in time and space. Her boyfriend took no notice of it, no special expression on his face anyhow, and just kept walking about— aware of nothing, perhaps now a few hundred feet ahead of her, exploring. The warm blooded girl was breathing slowly, and Lilith patient as she can be, was cornering her, with her entourage of several huge rats, red haired rats. No fear no horror on her face, just a placid look of innocence—her eyes wide open staring into nothingness. Behind Lilith, another and another and another of Lilith’s army of rats showed up for the kill—perhaps twenty now. This is almost exactly where the boy got lost in the caves trying to find his way back, calling “Karin, Karin, where are you?” She never answered.
The teeth of Lilith were like heavy knives, leaf-shaped, as if to make a bigger and wider trench when she bites into a person. Thus, at that moment of striking this beautiful blond haired, fair skinned girl, with pigtails and all, she struck her flesh, but only the edge of her teeth went into her leg, kind of sideways like. As it was, her teeth didn’t cut through to the other side of the bone, and the girl jumped up, and out of her trance, blood was pouring out of her like Niagara Falls—she stood petrified but she could stand on both legs. Evidently, Lilith wanted to make one powerful bite, to break the leg into two pieces, so she’d collapse and be unable to run.
The wound of the girl, now in front of all those rats, was oozing with blood, with every pulsation of her heart, and it was staining her lower part of her dress and shoes and socks to no end. And now she was screaming, “Help, help, Brskine, help me.”
As I rose from my sitting position, between to rafters near the ceiling of the cave—I could see both her on one side and the boy on the other, I said to the boy, “Turnabout, take a left and another left, and you’ll be in front of her, grab that board behind you…!” And he did as I said.
Never shall I forget the look on her face when she saw her Brskine coming with a large board with nails in it swinging it everywhichway, and the rats rose from their paws—stunned faced, a strange picture indeed, and ran off to wherever but with a chuck of her leg. Then I heard him say, “I think there’s a ghost in those caves,” and he picked her up to carry her to the hospital, I expect, he did say—after putting a tourniquet on her leg, something on the order of: “We better get out of here to a hospital before you pass out, and lose all your blood,” because right after he said whatever he said, he picked her up and rushed out of the caves.
No: 646 (7-15-2010)
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