My new friend Jamal recently had an order made special for him by a wonderful Etsy seller (SewFunDollClothes.) He is thrilled with them, and had his own photo shoot this evening. He took his 2 dogs Meatloaf and Pepper (AKA Beast - so named for his often wild and unruly behavior. Jamal claims his dog has been inappropriately villianized. The proof however is in the pudding. And the rest of us stand by our opinion. Meatloaf, on the other hand is as sweet as he is, well, wrinkled.) Here's a picture of him modeling one of his shirts:
Jamal wasn't outside very long before he came back in all aflush. Meatloaf was quivering close to his ankles, and almost tripped him a time or two. Beast wasn't too far behind him, shaking and jumping around nervously, making this high pitched yipping sound. Which isn't his normal shall we say commanding bark. Matilda and I immediately came over to see what was the matter. Matilda even forgot for a second her broom wasn't in her hand. So I didn't feel as unsafe standing next to her. (Matilda gestures when she is excited. The broom can make for an unfortunate weapon.)
Here's what happened:
(**************Flash back image to seconds before he came running inside***************)
Me and Matilda: "What?????"
J: "I just took a peak into the Haunted Barn. Since you guys told me about it, I had to take a look myself."
Matilda: "And I remember specifically you didn't believe us."
(I just sort of shrugged. I hadn't quite told Matilda, but I am not certain I believe it myself. I know I have heard about it. That's about it.)
Jamal: "No, I didn't. It's kind of a hard tale to believe. I mean that stuff's cool in the movies, but come on. It's not like we live on Elm Street."
(I had been nodding along as he spoke. Really, it IS hard to believe. I just try to give my friends the benefit of the doubt. But when he said Nightmare on Elm Street, I shuddered. Freddy Kreuger scares me.)
Matilda: "Yea, but still. That doesn't only happen in the movies."
Jamal: "Well, in my world it does. But now my world has been shaken up a bit, because I swear I saw and heard something!"
(I gulped. Matilda can get carried away with her imagination, but Jamal has his head on straight. If HE saw something......)
Matilda: "What?? What was it?????"
(She actually sounded excited? WHY? THIS IS BAD!!!! And much to my disbelief, her eyes were lit up with excitement.)
Jamal: "Well, it's sort of hard to describe, really."
He thought for a second. "It was sort of large, roundish, but stretched out. I thought I saw red eyes, but I could have been filling in some details in my head. And the sound." He shuddered. "That was something I will never forget."
(I didn't want to know. This nut ball beside me was actually jumping a little in her excitement.)
Jamal: "It was so disembodied. I guess that is one way to describe it. It was so loud and so silent at the same time. Shrill with a deep echo."
Matilda: "Wow. Did you ask it anything?"
(We both stared in disbelief.)
Jamal: "Uh, yeah, Matilda. I had a whole lot I wanted to ask. I mean, how often do you meet up with a demon in your own barn? Hell, it isn't even a barn to begin with! No, sorry, Matilda, but when it started at me, I sort of took the smart road and high tailed it outta there."
Matilda: "Darn! I want to know what it is?"
Me: "WHY?" (I finally spoke.) "I think it needs to be left all alone in there."
Matilda: "Myrtle, for all we know it is totally harmless! I want to know what it is."
Jamal: "Maybe your right, Matilda. It looked so sad and lost. Maybe it's flashing red eyes and horrible scream as it decided to charge me meant it wanted to be friends."
(I nodded. Yes, exactly. I got Jamal's sarcasm, but Matilda didn't at first.
Matilda: "Okay, fine you two. Just be that way. But I know what I am going to do."
Me: "What?" I asked hesitantly. Not that I really wanted to know.
Matilda: "A seance!" And then she grinned like she had just recommended a plan to regenerate the economy and give everyone millions of free dollars.
Jamal and I looked at each other in horror.
"NO!" We yelled in unison.
Matilda: "Scaredy cats! I will see who wants to participate, and we will do it!"
Jamal: "And here I thought it couldn't get worse."
So, here we are, about ready to live our very own horror movie. I do not think anything can be done to stop Matilda when she gets her mind made up. I, in the meanwhile, before the very gates of horror open and disembodied bedlam is afoot, will be researching some ghost busting techniques. So, in the face of disaster, one doll shall stand with confidence in the face of danger, saving the neighborhood from what Matilda could unleash. Who you gonna call? JAMAL WILSON! (You thought I'd be researching for me? Oh no, fair readers. Myrtle isn't that brave. Myrtle is smart and will stay well away from danger. I'll be passing the info on to Jamal.)
Wish us luck!