Bloody Mary (761 hits)
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Submitted by RoadSong (View user info) at 2009-10-23 17:39:40 EDT
I was alone in the house the night the tornado hit. Looking out of the window I could see a "high wind" blowing things around down by the road. My cell phone rang, it was a call from Cali with a query about what I was up to. My reply was that altho no sirens had gone off, there was a terrible storm and I thought it possible that a tornado was brewing. I stepped out on the porch to get a better look at the weather when all hell broke loose.
It WAS a twister and I saw a white SUV speeding along the road straight into the wind of death. The big old trees by the road exploded, covering the car with tons of twisted wood. I yelled into the phone that a car had been hit by a tornado and started running down to the road to see what I could do to help the people in the car.
A few running bounds reminded me that I was bare footed in my nightgown, and there was sheets of roofing tin swirling thru the air like scythes, looking for something to slice.
Dashing back to the house I grabbed shoes and a coat and started out again. I saw a police cruiser with all lights flashing but no siren, which I thought was odd under the circumstances. The cruiser was parked about a hundred feet from the pile of twisted trees and the flotsam of the houses torn up by the twister. I went to the window of the cruiser and stood there in the wind and rain waiting for the deputy to open the window. He just stared straight ahead at the pile of rubble as if in a trance.
Tapping on the window near his head got no response so I rapped harder and yelled for him to open the window. The window opened slowly and I told him there were people under there who may still be alive. He just nodded his head and stared straight ahead at the mountain of shattered trees and debris blocking the road. He did not seem inclined to leave his vehicle so I told him I was going in there to see what I could do and to take some photos if he didn't mind. He just shrugged, never taking his eyes away from the road ahead. I noticed he looked pale as death himself, and his behavior did not seem to be what I would expect from a law enforcement officer.
The wind was still raging, it was only twenty degrees outside and it was raining and snowing and sleeting sheets. I thought I had better get on in there and crawl around and see what I could do to help. There was just no way to get to where that car was buried, even for a slitherin like me, so I started taking photos. The only light was that of the cruiser and the illumination of my camera when the flash went off. I took shots from all angles both high and low, near and far. I was squatting down getting some tight shots of the wet pavement when I saw that the road was wet with something sticky and red. I realized that I was way too far into the scene of this disaster and I got out so fast that I fell back on my butt trying to scramble away.
I ran back to the zombie cop and pounded on the window. Slowly he turned his pasty face my way and a tiny window opening exposed only his eyes. I had to yell to be heard above the wind when I reported there was blood seeping out from under the rubble. I have seen many odd and horrible things but this was just more than my nerves could handle. The deputy cracked a stiff smile and told me he saw the vehicle back out of the pile of trees and speed on down the road!
When the neighbors and the rescue squad and heavy equipment arrived on the scene, they all looked creeped out. Deputy Curt told me to get in the car because I was trembling from seeing gallons of blood on the road and being out in the storm too long. The cruiser had the heater on and when I stopped shaking, the deputy told me this story:
"A decade ago I was on duty one night and there was a tornado warning for this county. A lady named Mary left her shift at WalMart and sped home to check on her family. She never made it. The tornado shredded her SUV and a branch of a tree pierced her in a place where it took her a long time to bleed out and die.We could hear her inside her vehicle moaning and screaming but there was nothing we could do till the dozer crew and rescue squad got here.We had to cut the crushed SUV and pry her out. With each bad storm since her demise, Mary Lacy can be seen speeding homeward in her white SUV, and there is always the red pavement to be cleaned up after the trees are cleared away...."
Getting out of the warmth of the cruiser I decided that I had met one crazy cop. I waited there while the trees were cleared away with chain saws and dozers. I knew there had to be a few dead cows under there because of all that blood. When the last tree was removed, there was nothing there except the legacy of Bloody Mary.
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Submitted by LoooseSprocket (user info) at 2009-10-29 13:37:46 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2009-10-28 14:21:31 EDT (#)
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Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-10-27 19:00:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2009-10-27 10:44:55 PDT (#)
Ranking: 2
An El Dorado visited me in my dreams last night. I fell asleep in a diagonal position in my bed, corner to corn, and woke up with a giant boner covered in gold dust. Care to explain that one to me?
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Let me ponder this dream. I do know of one person who sheds gold dust when she brushes her hair...
The gold collects on the floor around her and on top of her shoes.
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Submitted by TheBrad (user info) at 2009-10-27 03:18:37 PDT (#)
Ranking: -1
normally like your stuff, but red berries and a halfassed ghost story don't do it for me.
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What I left out of this tale may be more interesting than what I left in. I disregarded what Don Miguel Ruiz taught me with The Four Agreements, and ASSUMED the red liquid oozing from under the rubble was blood. I was wrong. It was transmission fluid, but there was no car under there when the mess was cleaned up.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2009-10-27 13:44:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
An El Dorado visited me in my dreams last night. I fell asleep in a diagonal position in my bed, corner to corn, and woke up with a giant boner covered in gold dust. Care to explain that one to me?
Submitted by TheBrad (user info) at 2009-10-27 06:18:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
normally like your stuff, but red berries and a halfassed ghost story don't do it for me.
Submitted by pandora (user info) at 2009-10-26 19:12:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 ghost SUV
Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-10-26 14:21:51 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Yozz (user info) at 2009-10-26 10:20:58 EDT (#)
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What is it like having your life play out like endless back-to-back episodes of the X-Files?
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Life is never boring, ride it like you stole it.
Submitted by Yozz (user info) at 2009-10-26 10:20:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
What is it like having your life play out like endless back-to-back episodes of the X-Files?
Submitted by maiorano84 (user info) at 2009-10-24 15:31:00 EDT (#)
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I had circus music playing in the background while I was reading this.
Somehow it made it better.
Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-10-24 15:14:45 EDT (#)
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Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2009-10-23 20:42:50 PDT (#)
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I did not read this. I might, tomorrow. You might be alright, peckerwoodd.
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Speaking of peckerwoods, there is a woodpecker outside my window that seems intent on drilling thru the thin wall of this hut...
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2009-10-24 14:45:50 EDT (#)
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Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2009-10-24 11:57:17 EDT (#)
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Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2009-10-23 23:42:50 EDT (#)
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I did not read this. I might, tomorrow. You might be alright, peckerwoodd.
Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-10-23 21:50:28 EDT (#)
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Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2009-10-23 16:20:59 PDT (#)
Ranking: 2
o hell yes, rock-on with your bad self
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This reminds me of "Last Dance With Mary Jane" by Tom Petty with Kim Basinger. Killer vid.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdTYcnUBADw
Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-10-23 21:17:07 EDT (#)
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Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2009-10-23 17:47:54 PDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You should never say that name. Knew a girl in grade school who got attacked. It's bad mojo.
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K.
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2009-10-23 20:47:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You should never say that name. Knew a girl in grade school who got attacked. It's bad mojo.
Submitted by BranDo (user info) at 2009-10-23 20:40:43 EDT (#)
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you are like a hurricane, there's calm in your eyes.
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2009-10-23 19:20:59 EDT (#)
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o hell yes, rock-on with your bad self
Submitted by X54 (user info) at 2009-10-23 19:19:45 EDT (#)
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"even for a slitherin like me"
You went to Hogwarts. That explains a lot.
Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2009-10-23 17:46:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Great story traveling lady!