Category: Horror Stories

We have had no descent rain for …..mmm ages.

For a couple of months we’ve had to buy drinking water or carry it from another tank as the water in the house tank had been contaminated by tree leaves and dirt. Two weeks ago my husband decided to dump the sour water and climb into the empty rain water tank to clean it out. Two inches (5cm) of scumy water still remained in its base because the drain holes are not set at the absolute bottom of the tank.  In this all the goollies had gathered themselves. Festering in something that resembled and smelt like black swamp soup.   Yummy !!

The whole cut into the side of the rainwater tank by the SES Rescue Services to free my “Bandaged Bear”.
(c)musicgal2012 Lorelle Press

However the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray. The process of trying to sweep and bucket the residue towards the drainhole proved to be a waste of time. The hole was so small and just too high for the water to escape. The Husband decided to raise the tank slightly (with a fork lift) on one side in the hope of collecting the majority of the water in one place. A great plan. Well, it would have been if he hadn’t slipped over. The fall didn’t hurt him but the landing was absolutely horrid. We think he collected the central support pole as he went down because it was on the tank floor next to him. The impact dislocated and fractured his shoulder. He laid in the rancid water moaning, unable to get up off the floor because of the immense pain. The opening on top of the tank is very small. There was no way I could get him out.

The Drain Hole – What Rocket Scientist thought of this one? Note the Black Swamp Soup. Yummy !
(c)musicgal2012 Lorelle Press

I rang for the emergency services OOO asking for the ambulance and told them where he was. Well the news of an injured man trapped in a rainwater tank certainly stirs up some action. We may be isolated in many ways but our emergency services are equal to any in the city. The Ambulance arrived first but they were unable to do anything for him until the SES arrived to cut a hole in the tank. All they could seem to say to us was “how did you get in there?”  Really, how do you think he got in there?  A Police Detective turned up to check whether there were any suspicious circumstances….yeah, like they think I shoved him in there. Unreal !! I was actually an Amazon in a previous life.

More Black Swamp Soup and a part of the central support pole that once held up the roof.
(c)musicgal2012 Lorelle Press

All this on his Birthday. It’s unbelievable the extent he went to not to have a party. Around 25 to 30 people were about to descend on the local Tavern at 6.30pm to celebrate his 53rd Birthday. It was 3.30pm and where was he? In a rainwater tank and it was obvious that he wouldn’t be there with them.  Thankfully, it didn’t take long to free him. He was around five hours at the local hospital. Xrayed, shoulder relocated and drugged to the eyeballs for the pain. A most unpleasant time indeed. Around 8.30pm I drove him home. Totally miserable, with a very large sling pinning his arm to his side. A NOT SO HAPPY Birthday Hubby !

He is finding the loss of mobility and the constant pain very hard to cope with. Limited  driving (NO manual vehicles), lifting, cutting up anything food wise, dressing, showering. Think about it, we take so many things that we do for granted. It hits hard when for whatever reason, suddenly you just can’t do them. It will be a long healing process before he can use his arm properly again.  He has a new name tag now, I call him my Bandaged Bear.

A Footnote: I am still carrying water.

On the basis that what you don’t see can’t hurt you. I have come to the conclusion that ignorance truly is bliss as well. It strengthens my resolve that I really am ten foot tall and bullet proof. Right on Sunset last night one visit to the shed water tank was Ok. Two visits….eeer not so much. The company was decidedly unfriendly when I returned. Just as I reached down to open the valve leading to the tap on the rainwater tank a scuttling sound jarred me to a sharp halt. In the corner of my eye a dark slithering shape whipped away  into the grass. Nice ! It seems I wasn’t the only one who was thirsty.

Don’t you just want to find a dark corner to climb into and rock sometimes?

(c)musicgal2012 Lorelle Press


English: "Stripe" Gremlin figure, le...

English: “Stripe” Gremlin figure, leader of the derivatives Gremlins from “Gizmo” and enemy of the latter. Español: Figura del Gremlin «Stripe», cabecilla de los Gremlins derivados de «Gizmo» y enemigo de este último. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ok, I’m officially announcing my disability. I have “Computus Challenge Technicalous”, basically Computers hate me. I bet I’m not the only one. Come on be honest, let’s see a show of hands. You’re not fooling anyone you know. Well maybe you are.
However, so many times I’ve tried to do the “simplest” job and it just refuses to happen for me. Downloads always set off a major spasm in my index fingers. They seem to download but the snickering Electronic Gremlins smuggle them off into their secret files so I can’t get them. They are probably the same Gremlins that knock off my bed socks, and yes they only take the left ones. Except for last Thursday, they must have been breaking in a rookie because they knocked off the right one by mistake.
I have a theory that these Electronic Gremlins could be in cahoots with the teenage daughter because she never has any trouble. Hence I find myself regularly asking for her help. It’s a plot to make her look good, which she does, so it’s working extremely well – too well. Not that she’d ever rub it in.
It is so frustrating and time consuming when things simply refuse to co-operate. The learning process is annoyingly slow when you have to do it on the trot, alone. I am open for any suggestions on how to trip up the Gremlins and foil their nasty little plot.
They can’t hide forever. They will have to surface someday. The scary thing is, somewhere hidden in the never seen bowels of my computer, lurks an enormous file of downloads possibly shrouded by a mountain of left socks.

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Dark, menacing, the face of the crumbled Mansion tranquilized her thoughts. Her eyes enveloped in awe and paralyzed fear that resounded in a brain shaking echo, screamed in her ears, down her throat to punch her heart. It pounded violently, seeking the order to run. Gastric juices exploded in her gut like an erupting volcano. It’s bubbling lava rose under pressure towards the surface, spewed into her dry mouth and coated her tongue with the acrid mix of red wine and taco’s. A haunted house!  Her trembling hand stretched, fingers twitched towards the door. It’s deep screeched moan pierced her thudding ears as it released into the darkened hallway. Moon beams danced ahead  along the crusty flaked walls as she forced her stricken leg muscles to obey her brains commands. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! A dust encased transparent glow shimmered in the moonlight. A mirror? Clang! Clang!  Clang!  Mesmerized, shaking, seeking, fingers, reached out. Touched! Clang! Clang! Spears of icy chill raced through her. Clang! Clang! Clang! It was Midnight!

Her squinting eyes straining, peering into the depths of the long, dark, paint splattered hallway. The sinews in her shaking legs threatening to release their feeble hold on her straining joints, to drop her to the ground. Unsteady feet, seeking sure footing amongst the strewn trash and debris littering the gritty, musty boards. The dragging weight pulling at her shoulder, stretching sinews to the bone, sending searing spasms of electric energy throbbing along her jingling nerves. Her brain racing like a whirling wind storm, tossing and turning over the events of the day. She stumbles hard against the wall, her heavy burden crushing against her ribs, forcing the breath from her lungs, pinning her rigid crumpling form to the trash spewn floor. A deep chested moan trembles from her cracked blood dried lips as she forces her screaming lungs to inhale the musty, damp, cold vapors, choking down her throat, like a thrusting gnarly fingered fist.  The sweet and sour blend of decayed flesh and stagnant water grips her lungs in it’s gasping strangle hold. Her dazed mind floats, as though it were no longer part of her. Repeating the question, “how did it come to this”?  She strains to escape her incarceration, dragging her heavy burden along with her. Face deep in the filth, elbows sinking into the sodden scum, knees sliding and grinding like a beached grotesque beast seeking it’s lair.  The mirror! She had to reach the mirror before her past and present became her future! Before the chimes of time strike midnight! Her fumbling desperate hand jars to a surprised halt against solid, coldness. Excitedly, tentative fingers jitter  their nerve driven path upward, squeezing flesh, seeking entry into the deep scars of the wood carvers chiseled path. The mirror! An atom bomb of adrenalin explodes sending shock waves through every cell of her body. Clang! Clang!  Echoing, bone chilling, thought destroying chimes vibrate their way around, and around her head. The weight on her shoulder moves. Eyes! Her own haunted glassy eyes link with hers.

A Dare!  A stupid peer pressured dare! Now, here she is rescuing herself from her own past. Clang! Clang! Her pounding heart crashes with the tempo of the life sucking echo from inside the transparent glass. Clang! Clang! Clang! Counting away the precious moments of her life.  Eyes lock in a shared bowel twisting understanding of agony. Clang! Clang! Clang! United, in a soul crushing desperation, like a stricken dreamer screaming to wake up. Clang! Linked hands collide with unnatural frigid glass. Clang! It was Midnight !