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Chapter Four: That Crazy Cat ManChapter Four: That Crazy Cat ManChapter Four: That Crazy Cat Man by InsomniacFlaaffy
“Standing by the river, I wonder: do I need a stone? No. My heart is heavy enough, it will drag me down for sure.”
Rain was a usual in England, it always has been. Tonight, the rain seemed to fall harder and colder than it had ever before. The city was a depressing place during the night but rain made it a more dreadful place to be. Colorful neon lights of gentlemen’s clubs and bars reflected in puddles of water collecting on the sidewalk didn’t draw Russel in as he walked through the water. As much as he could’ve used a drink to relax his nerves, he was too tired to deal with any more social interaction for the night. He wanted to wash away the horrid memories of tonight with a warm shower, enjoy a cigarette, and see his cats again.
Chapter Three: Merely A Dead Man WalkingChapter Three: Merely a Dead Man WalkingChapter Three: Merely A Dead Man Walking by InsomniacFlaaffy
“Where am I…?” Rows and rows of red velvet theater chairs appeared before him, tucked away in darkness as light shined only from an elegant lamp on the small stage. The annoying squawks of a nearby crow perched on top of a dresser mirror placed in the middle of the stage filled the silent void that was this mysterious place. Ancient wood floor boards creaked underneath him with each step up the stage’s stairs, he would have grabbed the stairs’ railing if the wood didn’t look like it would give him splinters. A fancy, golden cord next to the dresser dangled from the high ceiling above which was not there before he came upon stage. It swayed side to side gently even though there wasn’t any kind of draft or breeze in the enclosed space. Russel grabbed the tasseled end of the rope and gave it a little tug, the chime of