Sep
18
2019
0

The House, Part 7/x

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For one thing, it took me a few days to notice that the doors to the rooms all opened out, not in.  It seems like such a little thing, but the effect was as if everything that came in from outside was steadily drawn down and into the house’s center.  Certainly little items, left unsecured, had a habit of ending up in the living and dining rooms somehow; particularly if they were pretty, or valuable.  After a while, I started leaving my keys on the dining room table (oak, ponderous, might as well have been bolted to the floor), because that’s where they always seemed to end up anyway.

Also: inside the house, I could hear outside noises normally.  But take two steps outside of it, and I couldn’t hear a single sound coming from within.  This effect even worked when the door was open; the sound of the radio (shortwave, stolid 1950s aesthetic) inside faded and disappeared most amazingly as soon as I crossed the threshold.  The results were not conclusive — there was not a clear line of sight from the door to the radio; and the radio was bolted to the wall, presumably because of the antenna — but I found them persuasive.  The house was definitely more than it appeared.

I just didn’t know why.

Sep
17
2019
0

The House, Part 6/x

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Dramatic moments aside, it was two weeks later that I moved in.  As promised, the house came fully furnished — although I made sure to arrange for my own mattress — and it was a good thing that I liked the decor, because the furniture was apparently chosen for weight.  Even the dining room chairs were cumbersome to move, and the bed itself proved virtually impossible to shift. Whoever decorated the house originally clearly was an individual of strong opinions, even if those opinions were not linked to a traditional aesthetic sense. I personally found the whole effect bracing, which was a pleasant surprise.

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Sep
16
2019
0

The Far Side returns.

Officially, even. Whether the Far Side returns with new comics, on the other hand… has yet to be determined. A lot of people are assuming that, and some of them are dreading it, too. Of course, they don’t realize that what they’re dreading is exactly the same thing as what some people are furtively hoping for — to wit; having particular Views on this or that — but that’s social media for you in 2019*.

I’ll leave with this, because the Tweet is so perfectly true:

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Sep
16
2019
0

The House, Part 5/x

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“Fall short?” I said, pausing for a moment from my veal scallopini. Which was surprisingly delicate, actually.  “Is it a house, or a competition?”

“Consider it more of a challenge,” Wayne said with a minor wave.  “Some houses have personalities. You could very well say this one has opinions.  And an expectation that those opinions get respected.”

“Opinions, but no history,” I said.  “That combination seems odd.”

Wayne smiled, almost as if I had scored a point somewhere. “Ah, so you have looked into the house?” 

I shrugged.  “Morbid curiosity.”

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Sep
15
2019
2

The House, Part 4/x

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After all of this, it seemed terribly anticlimactic to discover that the house was available for rent.

I discovered this while physically examining the house’s property record; most of the entries were digitized, but the town had not yet gotten to this particular property.  Included in the extremely bland information available had been a business card for a local real estate office, attached to the last sale deed (Bland LLC to Boring LLC, nothing interesting or noteworthy).  On a whim, I called the number; surprisingly, the number still worked and the company still existed. I made an appointment with the houses broker for the next day.

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Sep
15
2019
0

In the e-Mail: Vol 1: Unofficial Legends of The Secret World Omnibus: Templar Edition.

I should maybe write one of these for November. Lord knows I’m steeped in Secret World Legends lore.

Sep
14
2019
1

Book of the Week: Starborn and Godsons.

Starborn and Godsons is the long-awaited (at least by me) third and probably final book in the Heorot SF series by Larry Niven, Jerry Pournelle, and Steven Barnes. Check out The Legacy of Heorot and Beowulf’s Children first, if you like. You might as well: this last book isn’t out until next April anyway.

Sep
14
2019
0

The House, Part 3/X

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I shall elide the name of the town, for the protection of those reading it: call it Pericarp.  It is a small town, and pleasant enough, for those who like that sort of thing. I found it flavorless, and its inhabitants moreso, right up to the moment where I would inquire about the house. Then their reactions to it were most intriguing, indeed.

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Sep
13
2019
0

Another new installment of The Bold Marauder!

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Sep
13
2019
0

The House, Part 2/x

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As you may have guessed, I am difficult to please.  But I had high hopes from the start for the house that I will now write of.  In a world where a creaking board or cut-rate insulation could spawn an entire episode on the more lurid ‘unexplained mysteries’ shows, this house somehow managed to be consistently overlooked.  The actual crimes committed there were mundane enough; humans being humans to other humans, with all ending with a few murders and a suicide’s noose. The papers at the time covered it; and then they stopped.

This piqued my interest greatly, and when I investigated further the results excited me.  The house existed, for there were records of it in the city and county files. But there were no listings of current ownership, no tax assessments, no liens on the house or land.  I could find nothing that might suggest that someone had lived there since the crime — and yet, the house showed up on digital maps. It was an unlovely-looking place, even from above, with wooden fences and no grass in the yard; but the roof appeared sound enough and there was no obvious debris around. It did not look abandoned, in other words.

Of course, there was only so much one can learn from computers and pictures.  If I wanted to investigate, I would actually have to go there physically. And I was eager to go; indeed, compelled.  I do not know whether this compulsion was internal or external, and I truthfully do not think that it would have mattered, either way.

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