Food for Insomnia
My phone rings at 3 AM, and I can't imagine who could be calling me.
"Hello," I say, unable to keep the edge out of my voice.
I am answered with sound of what might be machinery operating at a distance. A grating sound. A chainsaw maybe, or a lawnmower. There are unintelligible voices too, talking quickly, and the bark of someone shouting.
"Who is this?" I say loudly, as if to get the attention of people far away.
There is a rustling sound like someone picking up the receiver, and the background sounds quiet a bit.
"Hello?" I say again, now curious, and suddenly there is a loud, possibly animal, shriek in the background.
"Go back to sleep," I hear a voice say clearly on the other end. "We'll be done soon."
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October 16, 2006
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Ok, it's safe to say I won't be sleeping tonight. Thanks, Dean.
Posted by: Gretchen | October 16, 2006 at 02:53 PM
I was listening to the Decemberist's new album (The Crane Wife) when I read this, and the song "Shankhill Butchers" was playing.
If you have the means, and the inclination, I'd recommend the album for that song alone. It'd make a *wonderful* lullabye for Max.
By the way, VERY creepy MSM. Five stars.
Posted by: Marcus Aurelius | October 17, 2006 at 12:27 PM