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It was three in the morning and they couldn't sleep. Not for want of trying. Hot drinks, deep breathing, reading; both Annie and Alfie were determined to nod off, but the sleep gremlins had other ideas. "Oh, I give up" Alfie was the first to crack. He slithered out of bed and shrugged on his dressing gown. "Fancy a cuppa?" Annie nodded from the pillow and dragged her weary body to a sitting position. She listened to the familiar noises coming from below...Click. That was the kettle. Clink. The mugs were removed from the shelf. Ting, ting, ting. The spoon rattled as the hot liquid was stirred....and then THUD!

What was that? Annie's senses prickled at the unusual noise and the ensuing silence. "On no. He's fallen". Annie leapt out of bed and rushed towards the stairs. She slowed as she reached the bottom. What if he hadn't fallen. What if it were burglars? What if it were aliens? No, that’s just silly. But as a precaution she grabbed the first thing to hand (an old umbrella left by the front door for emergencies) and tip toed towards the kitchen, which was still in silence. When she got there, she stopped and stood perplexed by the scene in front of her. Alfies slippers were standing in front of the worktop in the place where he should be stirring their nocturnal brew. But they were empty. Where had Alfie gone?

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A shiver ran down her spine as a gust of cold air wrapped around her. Did he go out the door she thought? The dog was crouched under the table happy to see her but it was not coming out. His tail fanned the floor and was shaking.

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A shiver ran down her spine as a gust of cold air wrapped around her. Did he go out the door she thought? The dog was crouched under the table happy to see her but it was not coming out. His tail fanned the floor and was shaking.

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She began to holler his name as panic seized her like a sharp pain. Where could he be? She ran through the house, knowing he wasn't there, back to the kitchen she threw open the door to the garden and heard the piercing sound. She felt like she was in a deep tunnel all alone and her ears began to close up; everything around her started to fade and then darkness enclosed her. As she began to come around...

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she felt someone wiping her face with a wet cold cloth. It felt so good. She opened her eyes and was almost sick when she realized it was the dog who came out to help by licking her face. Brave dog! Annie couldn't go on looking for Alfie until she had washed her face but once that was finished she picked up the umbrella and started her search again. "I wonder what time it is?" thought the worried Annie.

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she felt someone wiping her face with a wet cold cloth. It felt so good. She opened her eyes and was almost sick when she realized it was the dog who came out to help by licking her face. Brave dog! Annie couldn't go on looking for Alfie until she had washed her face but once that was finished she picked up the umbrella and started her search again. "I wonder what time it is?" thought the worried Annie.

 

Outside as Annie called out for Alfie it began to rain heavy..as she opened the umbrella she felt her feet lift off the ground..what's happening she cried....

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as she floated Mary Poppins style. The view began to change, there was the factory where her and Alfie toiled all those years. Over the river and the bridge. Images of the accident flooded her mind but soon she was over the hospital where her kids were born, there is Alfie handing out cigars, and the Church where we exchanged vows and Uncle Jimmy's decorated cadillac, now there is the high school where Alf asked me to dance and the streets of my old town where Alf and I played barefoot in the summer sun. The air grew colder and the image grew darker. Annie floated down a back road. The smell of lilacs filled her senses. I remember this place. She could now see herself dressed in a small black dress, I'm only six she thought and she walked along a path to a fenced in square overgrown with weeds. I remember this and she pulled moss off the face of a stone. Her mother had died the week Annie turned six. Chiseled into the cold rock was her mothers name: Annie Park. She never heard the footsteps behind her, but she felt the cold hand as it..........

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...landed on her shoulder. Then Annie jumped again as another hand landed on her other shoulder, rooting her to the spot. For a moment she was frozen to the spot with fear, but, gulping in some air, she slowly turned her head to face the owner of the first hand. "whaaatttt?!" Annie blinked at the sight in front of her....a brown hairy horse-looking face was looking back at her. "Hello. I'm Alf" Before she could even think about an answer, she heard an echo coming from her other side "Hello. I'm Alf". Annie turned to her other side and came face to face with her Alfie. But he looked different....his eyes were glazed and un-focussed. He had some small tufts of brown hair sprouting out of his ears. And did he always have bucked teeth? Annie gathered her thoughts... what was going on?

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"Am I dreaming?" "This can't be real," she thought. Maybe this was some sick joke. Maybe someone had drugged her and her Alfie. Was that why she was seeing a furry creature speaking to her in a man's deep tone? He had called himself Alf! Hadn't there been an accident? "I can't think clearly". Annie squeezed her eyes shut several times, but everything was still the same when she opened them. "Alfie, what's happening to us? Alfie, why are you looking at me that way?" It was then that she followed her husband's eyes and slowly turned around to see...

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the dead dear with its throat ripped open!! Annie screamed MY GOD ALFIE wat the frig hav you done!!! Alfie looked at her with sad eyes like a dog wantin some of your dinner she felt repulsed and tried to back away from him but........

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it was like her feet were stuck in mud. She knew that only one was Alf, the other face was that of his twin, Albert, long dead now.

 

When they went to bed that night, Annie knew that sleep would be difficult. Although they didn't discuss it, 66 years ago that day Albert had died in a tragic accident. The twins had been walking along the River Road on the way home. Annie Park was driving toward them on the other side of Blind Man's Bend when a deer jumped onto the road. In an effort to avoid the animal she swerved, lost control and struck the twins. Alfie was bruised, Albert was killed. Annie's car ended up in the river and she drowned. It was a sad time in Parksville as the two families grieved with friends and neighbours.

 

Oh she had dreams before about that day, but never like this. Alfie, come here and tell me what to do. One figure came forth and the other...........

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the dead dear with its throat ripped open!! Annie screamed MY GOD ALFIE wat the frig hav you done!!! Alfie looked at her with sad eyes like a dog wantin some of your dinner she felt repulsed and tried to back away from him but........

 

 

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when thry both started to approach her a figure appeared behind them,she could see the outlines of 2 pistols,Annie didnt know wat to do,a womans voice yellled out GET DOWN ANNIE!! with that she shot the Alf and her Alfie in the knees!! they both dropped to the ground growling and snarling in pain,dont move yous varments!! the woman yelled, as the woman moved closer Annie realised who she was....it was THE BROOKSIE!! my gwad Brooksie wat hav you done you hav shot my Alfie!!........

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"hey, it's ok. They're only rubber bullets - do you think I am a complete mad woman??" The two Alfs looked up at this and stopped writhing around on the floor. "thanks a lot" said the hairier Alf. "They still hurt you know". By this time Annie was near to fainting. What on earth was going on?

 

She glanced around her, looking for something that made sense. It was a full moon. Was that it? Was her dearest Alfie an Alf-wolf? or was it a Were-alf? Either way, as if to confirm her fears, Alfie gave out a little howl as he rose to a standing position. "sorry honey" he said in a deep voice "it was the only way I could get to see my twin, I didn't think you would ever find out"

 

"so what now?" Annie was beginning to get a bit miffed. "You can't be hungry" she said sarastically, eyeing the remains of the unfortunate deer....

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SIDEBAR:

 

As Gazscary paused in her story, the kids around the campfire shuddered as a collective mass. Werewolves!! Little Jack had heard the roar of lions on the Serrengetti, had snakes cross his path but werewolves gave him the willies. And Young Willie had to pee like a race horse but no friggen way was he leaving for the dark outhouse. NG, stood and faked a yawn, masked his fear by suggesting that everyone has some sinemat and go to bed, we can finish this story tomorrow in the daylite. But when no one offered to walk with him to the bunkhouse beyond the safety of fire and light, he quickly sat down again. Despite already sweating buckets, Ricky moved tighter to the fire as he saw the full moon beginning to cross the cloudy sky. Full moon and werewolves?, Eileen tipped her head back and howled with sheer delight making the Texan Girls scream. Ems tried to get a song going with Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to prop up the courage but everyone was too busy watching the darkness for predators. When Eric declared that he had never heard of a story before with dead deer and shots to the kneecaps, Camp Director Carol put a hand on his back, fingers round his neck said it could of happened. With a whimper, he sat down again. But no one took their eyes off of the little girl at the edge of the light and her two pistols. As the storyteller started again, the kids hushed.

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i hav been sent by the htpp//protectthesimenetformnorms.org, said the Brooksie,word has got out that norms our taken PWP meds and as a result when the moon is full they turn into werewolves!! those rubber bullets were coated in silver,it returns them to norms again but the research and clinical trials of weither they remain norms is inconclusive!!! With that the Brooksie reached inside her long blac coat,Annie Alfie and Albert ducked for cover!!! Alfie screamed!! I TOOK THEM BY MISTAKE! I THOUGHT THEY WERE MY HEART TABLETS!!! the Brooksie just tutted and said be QUIET! you silly man! she reached inside her coat,and from the pocket took out a shineing glowing orb,she moved to the dear and put 1 hand on its gappen throat wound and closed her other hand round the orb..................(some1 can finnish :-D )

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...the glowing orb shone brighter and brighter. It lit up the surrounding area until the whole graveyard was shining and shimmering eerily against the black ink of the night sky. Brooksie was standing completely still and concentrating madly on the deer. Slowly, before a bemused set of spectators, the deer started to move. Almost imperceptibly at first, then with more energy as it seemed that something was flowing into its body giving it life. Tendons and veins in the gashed throat started to seek out their partner and knit back together. The skin started to enfold the wound in its protective warmth. In minutes the deer was struggling free of Brooksies grip and skitting about the group.

 

Annie, Alf and Alf all looked at each other speechless. Three sets of eyes, as big as saucers, swivelled towards Brooksie, who looked unruffled. "Just a little something i've been working on. I've been extracting the blood of the norms who have converted - I think it will bring things back to life". Annie and Alfies thoughts flew to Albert.

 

At that moment, the deer started to act very strangly. It twitched and contorted and spun around so fast that they lost sight of it completely for a few seconds. when it slowed, it no longer looked like a deer. It was more like...............

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a wolf. Now the woods were alive with villagers who heard the shots and seen the glow. Everybody was abuzz asking questions and pointing fingers. The creature then stood to its hind feet and it appeared as a were wolf before the features softened yet again to resemble a man who looked like Alfie. Was this his twin Albert returning from the dead. With a shake of his head and a primal growl everyone jumped back except for the unflappable Brooksie who was busy repacking her secret medicinal kit and reloading her guns. She turned to Alf and Annie and the hushed crowd: and said "This should prove to you that ...."

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for every disease there is a cure in time, and a time for every cure. With that the Brooksie faded into the woods, the crowd dispersed and Annie awoke to a knock on her bedroom door. It was Albert, Alfies dear brother. Time to wake Annie dear he had whispered through the door crack. You were dreaming again. Rather loudly.

 

When Alf and Annie married, they had set up house on the property near the factory and bordered on the Farm. The Farm supplied most of the garden produce for Parksville. The factory was about abandoned having committed many atrocities to the environs surrounding its property. The wells, stream and wildlife were all questionable in terms of safety. Alf's first symptoms were seizures, followed by memory loss. Still he worked the factory, fished and hunted the whitetailed deer that fed along the river bank. After many years of sickness, Annie had found him dead in the woods where he had been hunting deer. Her health had deteriorated as well. The new doctor in town had talked of Parkinsons, a new disease being researched in England. Her hand shook, her voice weakened, could hardly write a grocery list that she could read. Finally Albert, Alf's twin invited her to move with her Dog to his house on the other side of town. He was a dear person and him and his wife looked after her needs.

 

After massive Xrays of her head, in an attempt to establish brain damage, Ann, who had always dreamed in detail, became almost psychic. Her dreams became deeper with more and stunning detail. And questions. I'll be right there Albert she responded through veiled eyes. The dog at her side whimpered as she slipped off again into sleep. Her mind raced to another time, to her house with Mamma in the kitchen making gingerbread. The smell of it drifted upward as she played in the nursery with her blocks. The letters spun around forming words and they .......

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lined up on their own accord. TAERDEBHTINANSI

Again they shuffled and now read ENA BATES IN THIRD, Funny, Ena was the Bates girl, her first live in sitter. Something happened with her and she left crying. Third?, Ena's room was the third door up the hallway. Again they shuffled NANI IS BED THREAT Nani, her next sitter was a girl from overseas. Something had happened with her and Poppa. Ann was supposed to be sleeping and she opened Nani's door to see what the screams were about. So confusing for a little girl but Poppa was very angry and had tried to hide from her. The lettered blocks scrambled again. Her father;'s face burned in Anns mind as her mind raced. The blocks now read HATE BRIDE ANN SIT. What could that mean, her mom was a bride named Ann. SIT, her babysitters?, the sitting room of of her parent's bedroom? An idea formed in her mind, Poppa before he went away to wherever he went, used to have a safe in the floor, under the carpet in that sitting room. Another secret she wasn't supposed to know about. As a 5 year old she used to play with the knob, never knowing the combination. For the last time the blocks shuffled and spelt out the words ANNIES BIRTH DATE. She flew out of bed, with renewed vigour. Her mind was clear and knew what she had to do. Quickly she dressed, ate with Albert and his wife and called for a cab. Soon she was riding it past frame houses which made way for brick mansions and soon she had the cab pull into a circular drive at a house that she used to call home. Asking the driver to wait, she strengthened her resolve and proceeded to............

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walk up to the door and ring the bell. A kind man opened the door. In response to her questions, she learned that he had lived there for ten years, had been owned by a doctor at one time and had been through a succesion of owners previous to him. She bowed her head before him and said that although he didn't know her from Eve, she had grown up in this house and her eyes surveyed the stairwell. If he could be so kind and let her look through the place, she wouldn't take anything more than a memory. No problem said the gentleman, I have lived here alone for awhile now, take your time. She pulled herself up the stairs past the third room , and into her parent's sitting room. Sure enough, a bump in the old flooring still hid the knob. Pulling back the carpet she closed her eyes: ANNES BIRTH DATE . November 17, 1935. The wheel turned 11, back to 17, forward to 35. She tugged but nothing. The other way she thought: 17, back to 11, forward to 35. This time with a pull, the safe opened and she pulled out an envelope. She recognized her Poppas writing. Shoving it into her purse, crossing herself against the deception to the new owner, she smoothed the floor and peeked into the other rooms. Confusing images flitted through her mind. She almost fell down the stairs. The man had made tea for her which she declined. He asked her to visit again when she had more time and Annie made her way to the waiting cab.

 

Returning home Albert looked up from his stamp collection. Everything OK Ann? he asked as she nodded and headed to her room. She sat down with trembling hands. Extra stress really increased her tremor. She opened the envelope and began to sift through...

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letters and photos. What was this address? Crookston, PA. 17 Lilac Lane. A faint memory spoke to her inner thoughts. Poppa used to talk of Pennsylvania and his childhood. That was where she was heading. The next bus out of town carried Ann to a date with destiny. Arriving in Crookston, she walked up to the house and rung the bell. An old man answered the door. Hello, I am Ann she said to the surprised person. I knew this day would come he answered. Your Poppa is real sick and I need to get a story off my chest. By this time Ann recognized this man as being her Poppa's servant. Sit down he said. His story started.

 

Your father was the town doctor, controlled the judge and the sherrif. He was a womaniser and your mother had found out. That day she swerved to miss the deer, bruised the twins and ended up in the river, she wern't dead when we got there. Yep, we were next there and your Daddy instead of saving her, watched her drown. It solved his divorce problems, he put you in the boarding school and started a new life up here. I couldn't speak up, I was young and stupid and on probation with the law. Your Poppa is old now, requires nursing care and wants to see you.

 

Ann entered the room. How did you find me he asked. And can you forgive me. No Poppa, I can't. Ann kinked a rubber hose till her father's eyes bulged, then closed. She then rung the bell for his nurse and returned to the bus station. She returned home at peace with herself and the world.

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Such an irony Ann thought after all these years that I end up living in this house again. She had come back for that cup of tea one day and she was very content with the gentleman. They married a few months later with Albert giving her away. Deeply in love like she had been with Alfie years before? No; but content. One day, a short, well dressed lady knocked on the door. She introduced herself as only Carol. She wrote historical novels and was working on a book that led her to this side of the Atlantic and to this address. A great Aunt of hers had set out from Ireland as a young girl to be a Nani in this house. For whatever reason the job ended and she had gave birth to a baby girl named Brook. The baby was rumoured to have grown into a person who had great healing powers with herbs and things she gathered in the woods. She was even perhaps still in the area although her Mother had moved on. Carol's hand adjusted her sleeve and touched her bracelet, Ann gasped when she spied a silver bullet hanging as a charm. Thanks for letting me look about. I'm sure that you would know nothing of these matters from so long ago, but viewing this house will help with my novel's setting. No, nothing agreed Ann, and showed her visitor to the door. END?

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All the childrens eyes stayed fixed on the little lad at the edge of the circle. They had been transfixed for a while as Gaznotsoscary had fallen silent and he had taken over the story telling, at first in a hushed, hesitant voice, but soon as the story progresssed his confidence grew and he carried everyone along with him. Now there was silence as everyone slowly adjusted back to the real world again. Gaz peered into the darkness at the little shape. Who was he anyway? She started to move towards the little figure, but as she did, a small hand whipped out of his pocket clutching something thin and white. Quick as a flash, the little lad drew a rough circle on the ground and jumped into it, dissapearing into thin air. The group all looked at each other. What had just happened? Gaz kicked at the ground inside the circle but it was as hard as rock. No-one else would be jumping through there. Well, it was time for sleep. They all made their way off to bed, yawning and stretching. The wind started to whistle through the trees......The children looked up and unconsciously started to hum along .....chim.....chiminey............chim..........chiminy................The sound was so faint that Gaz shook her heard and told herself off for starting to imagine things. But far away, the little lad was singing happily to himself, waiting for his next adventure.

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He popped out of the ground beneath the shadow of the statue of Neilson in Trafalger Square just in time to raise two hands with two fingers overtop of the heads of a German couple getting their photo snapped. Turning away he strolled into an outdoor cafe and ordered a cup of silver tea that he fortified with a flask pulled from his back pocket. Living in a rural area, he was drawn to the city like a moth to a fire. The bustle and people, stores and buildings, cars and the noise all amazed him; for awhile. And while teleporting in his LaLa Land the nice thing was there was no shake or tremor, he walked fine, he was strong. Not lopsided with a gut full of pills. Drink finished, he moved along and purchased a loaf of bread. Sitting there on a curb he began to feed the birds, against the law. The shadows started to lengthen, Reality tapped on this window pane and again the chalk came out and a circle showing home was drawn. With a quick look about he jumped head first into it, like a rabbit into his burrow to elude a fox.

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