That creepy fellow…

it was a dull knock, or may be I was too much in sleep, to know of it,

but it awakened me, for its resonance pounded across the walls,

of the mind that seems to do, what it deems fit, always and anyways,

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opening my eyes was though difficult, what with all the gooey stuff,

I rubbed them, and tried to look for the light switch,

but it was already so bright, so white… it was the clear night,

.

and there was a silhouette, at my window… I asked, “Who is it?”

“Let me in and I will tell you what I am” “Come in”

the glass was shattered, into small mirrors, which did not reflect

.

the dark personage of the man, who stealthily came in,

“Now tell me who are you?” I asked dubiously and

for an answer, what I got, was a slap on the head,

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“You fool… I come at night, at the window, asking for

the permission, to enter your shelter, and you call me in,

who did you think I was… your mother?”

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his face was mysterious, but for a white sheen, at his lips,

“Uhm… Mum, is that really you? But how did you come, to

have this manly voice, and why are you…”

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but my lips were pinched shut, before I could complete,

“Grrr…. are you joking with me? Don’t you know who I am?”

“Uh… like some creepy fellow… uhm… I am not of age yet,”

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that was all I managed to say, through my lips, fingered by him,

and then was when, he shrieked in agony, “Crap.. Shit…”

his hand was deflected back, to somewhere unknown,

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as he kept on wailing and shaking, so badly,

“What happened… you alright… buddy?” I stood up to him,

“Don’t you dare, bring those lips near to me…,

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What did ya have for dinner? A ton of raw garlic…”

his eyes were watery, and I wondered why he was crying,

“Uhm… I had some chutney- of course garlic and onion”

.

“Whoop! I will come see you, another day…. no, night”

“Okay… you leaving?” “Of course” and he was gone;

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in the morning, I got up, aromatic… smiling

at the glorifying odor emerging from my mouth…

“Ah!” and also with a phone number written over

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my night t-shirt… “Call me when you haven’t had

anything close to garlic for dinner-> 4-18-1-3-21-12-1”

“Never… I am a garlic boy, and I always eat garlic,”

I stated, to the whole wide world, with a grin

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Well, that is the height of silliness. My mind has gone awry, I guess.

It is supposed to be written for dVerse Poetics theme today of the Halloween monsters, shown in a different light/humorous tone.

Hope you solved the cryptic phone number. It is easy, I know but I couldn’t think of anything clever to add, instead.

Lonesome Night

It was a lonesome night when he entered the pub, leaning on his walking stick. The lights were dim and he could see that it was all empty. The floor shone as if it was just laid that morning and all the rickety tables were clean. He trotted his way towards the individual stools.

Sitting down, he saw a woman appear out of thin air. She had wholesome breasts and that was the first thing he noticed. With a deep cleavage where she could grow flowers if need be, she stopped by his stool, battling her jet-black eyelashes.

“What would you like to have?” Her voice was the mating call of the tigress and distracted him from his careful contemplation of her bosoms.

“Uh… Uh huh! I would like… anything you give me.” He failingly tried to flirt but it had all come out to be quite silly.

He looked at her face as a seductive smile played on her luscious lips. He took her whole persona capturing every single bit of her from top to bottom in a matter of few seconds, while she stood still with that astonishing smile.

He gasped as she started to remove the straps of her burgundy gown. Taking in every moment of her fingers as they glided across her body, he could feel the heat in his crotch.

It took her but a minute to get out of her rumpled dress. She was naked for him to take but before he could speak anything, she went to the bar and made a concoction for him. He waited eagerly rubbing his testicles and soon, she returned with his drink.

“What is it, darling?” he asked hurriedly.

“Zombie- mixture of this and that,” she revealed.

He eagerly finished the drink in one gulp and he was out before even a single thought could cross his mind.

“One must not go out alone on Halloween,” said the naked woman as she disappeared along with the dead body.

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* For Trifecta: Week Ninety-Eight.

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