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April 7, 2012
Deadly Nightmare Toys
I met some people on Thursday. They were psychics. They told me to go ahead and use their full names. In fact they insisted on it. They were Griffin Crowther and Sandra Delcan. Sandra is a psychokinetic like me. Griffin is a prognosticator. He said he primarily has precognitive flashes, but also has other similar or related gifts. Because of him we went where we wanted and had some much needed fun. It was refreshing to not have to worry about agents descending on us at any moment, or so I thought. Griffin had said they'd never been caught. Of course he didn't say that there had been some close calls despite seeing the future. Also by the same token Sarah and I have never been caught even though neither of us glimpse possible futures.
I probably shouldn't say this where they'll see it but Sandra really kind of weirded me out. She had a crude wooden doll that she carried everywhere. She called it Klavier--she pronounced it Klav-eer. It had an almost rectangular body except for a round bevelled edge on one side. It's one-piece arms and legs where like thin strips of board and held onto the body with eyehooks. The front of it was painted in a nice glossy black paint. On that was a simple painted face in red. Later, Griffin told me that Klavier was German for piano and that is where the wood came from. Honestly, it was a bit kooky at first, like something out of a TV show the way she talked about it and talked to it.
It was late in the afternoon when a couple agents spotted us. They and their unit caught up with us in an alleyway Griffin pushed us into to avoid them. I didn't recognize any of them. The agents backed us toward the middle of it. Sandra had been holding onto Klavier by one arm. She pitched it spinning into the air in front of her. I started to laugh despite the danger and half stopped when Klavier stopped suddenly too, upright, and facing the agents. I continued my laugh and burst out louder when Sandra pulled an old heavy-headed, short-handled sledgehammer from her bag and pitched it over to Klavier. The hammer stopped suddenly next to the arm piece Klavier held straight out. Sandra shouted out, in as deep a voice as she could muster, "Klavier, strike the anvil!"
Any humour there was disappeared almost instantly. Faster than I could see, Klavier and the hammer moved behind one of the agents. It struck the agent across the back of the head sending blood flying everywhere. All Hell broke loose then. Agents were screaming, running around, shooting at Klavier and at us. The shots aimed at the wooden doll ricocheted off thin air. Griffin stood in the midst of it. He occasionally stepped one direction then the other as if he was doing a strange dance with bullets flying around him.
Klavier zipped around the alley striking the agents one by one, some of them over and over again, mostly to the body. They screamed like I had never heard anyone in real life scream before. Sarah had pulled me back behind a bunch of white recycling bins. We could see half of what was going on. When it was over and we stepped out from behind our protection Sandra was up ahead of us behind a dumpster. I don't think I have ever been so scared before and that is saying something given what I've been through.
Klavier floated up toward us. When it neared me I started screaming, "Keep it away from me!"
It raised the hammer and Sandra screamed "Don't hurt him, Klavier," like it wasn't her manipulating it.
Griffin told me, "You'd better apologize to him. You've hurt his feelings."
Sarah told me, "Do it. It's angry!"
Griffin corrected her, "Him. He is angry."
I stammered an apology. Sarah said to Griffin that we had better part ways to throw off any stragglers from the agent's unit. He agreed and we got out of there. All of the agents were bleeding on the pavement. Except for one that was trying to moan and couldn't seem to draw a breath I think they were all dead.
I've had nightmares every night since. I see that crude red face on that black piano wood body. Sarah said that it was like it was alive. It wasn't Sandra moving it around. If I'd have thought of it I could have looked and seen what kind of aura it had. Or maybe it's just as well that I didn't.
agents, Anvil Strike, death, Griffin Crowther, Ms. Jayne, Assistant to Myron Nath, Klavier, nightmares, precognition, presence, psychokinesis, Sandra Delcan, scared, slaughter.
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