On 2009-10-17 18:01, Cammo wrote:
** Angie's Ghost Story Part 9 **
“Why leave some floors un-fixed up, eh? Why the 8th, eh? When they renovated, why didn’t they do the whole place,eh? They don’t want people going up there, they don’t want people to know about it, why not fix it all up,eh? Why not fix up the basement,eh?”
“Yeah, gee, it’s only where young people from all over the world come to visit Canada’s capitol city. That’s all. It’s like throwing them all in a toilet,eh?”
“And flushing it,eh?”
“That makes US the toilet paper,eh?”
“The whole thing is crazy, eh? And Mrs. Aldon knows it, so does Bridgett, eh?”
Then I thought of something - “Hey, where is the gallows, eh? What part of the hostel is it, eh? Cause they say it’s still in operation, it’s..”
“It has to be up high, so the bodies can fall and swing, eh?”
And Cindy looked at me, because we were getting the same idea.
“Maybe it’s on the 8th floor, eh? It’s got to be, eh? That was death row, remember from the book, eh? And if the gallows faced the courtyard, that’s at the other end from where we come in off the stairs, eh?”
‘You ever been there, eh?” I was thinking of the shape I had seen the first day, it would have been back in that area.
“No, eh?” she said.
More people came in, so we broke it off and I noticed Cindy hiding the books under the table. We took care of them, I had to help carry some suitcases out of a taxi, and when we finally sat back down together Cindy looked like she didn’t want to talk to me for some reason. Finally she turned to me and asked -
“What did you mean about a gaslight, eh?”
I had no idea what she meant at first, then remembered, “The gaslight up on the 8th floor, eh? That was the first thing I noticed when we went in, eh?”
“What gaslight, eh?”
“The one up at the top of the wall when you go inside, eh?”
“There’s no gaslight in there, eh?”
“Yeah there is, eh?”
“Nuh-uh, eh?”
“Yeah, it’s up at the top in a glass shade, it’s a little burning gas jet mounted on an iron, like... mounting. Why, eh?”
“There’s no gas jet up there, it’s all electric light, Nancy Drew, eh?” And Cindy pulled my Nancy Drew book out of the desk’s left drawer. “Is this YOURS, eh?”
“Um, yeah, well,..”
“C’mon, Nancy, hey, wait a sec, what’s Nancy’s friend’s name, eh?”
“Which one, eh?”
She was leafing through the book, “Her friend, her sidekick, y’know, eh?”
“Who, eh? Bess, eh? Or her boyfriend, eh?”
“Who’s the boyfriend, eh?”
“Ah, Ned, eh?”
“NED, eh? That’s it, eh? I was so hot for Ned when I was twelve, he’s the original Ken doll, eh? Hey, I’m Nancy Drew and you’re Bess, eh?”
“No way, it’s my book and I’m Nancy, eh?”
“Nope, I get to screw Ned so I’m Nancy, eh? You’re her best friend and fan, that’s why you have the book, to read about my astounding adventures, eh?”
“Nuh-uh, and there’s still a gaslight up there, eh?”
“Look, you’re crazy, eh? They wouldn’t have gas on up there, it’s dangerous, eh? Are you kidding, it’s not well lit, but it’s all electric, I know because Mrs. Aldon had trouble finding the switch when she showed me up there on my first morning, and finally turned it on, eh? There’s no gas, eh?”
“I saw it, eh?”
“There isn’t, eh? The Mystery of the Gaslight, eh? Starring me as Nancy and you as her dumb assistant, eh?”
“Screw you, eh?”
“That’s Ned’s job, and MAN is he good at it, eh? Alright, you're her befuddled but well-meaning assistant Bess the Wonderdog, eh? Bet you there isn’t one up there, eh?”
“Bet you there is. What you want to bet, eh?”
“Loser has to sleep in the cellar all night. Just kidding! Loser has to.... I don’t kno, eh?”
“Loser has to go to the 8th floor and see if it says “Gallows - Last Exit” over the back door, eh? Or. Loser has to go to the 8th floor and stay in one of the cells, eh?”
“I’ve done that, eh? Pass, eh?”
“You have, eh? You’re kidding, eh?”
“Yeah, during the day it’s no big deal, eh? I was going to do it when we were up there, but you chickened out, eh?”
“Loser has to...”
“Loser has to go right to the back of the 8th floor, yelling ‘Ghosts come out, come and see me, we’re not afraid of no,... um, he-bee-jeebees, eh?”
“He-bee-jee-bees, eh?”
She smiled, “It rhymes great, eh? Bet, eh?”
“Okay, bet, eh? And Nancy, what’s Ned really like?, eh?You know what I mean, eh?”
“He’s GREAT in the sack, but I gotta train him to take his socks off, Bess, eh?” She looked at me with an evil grin. “He wants to fuck you too, he told me, eh? I told him you were well-meaning but befuddled in bed, eh? C’mon, lets go, eh?” She stood up.
“Wait, eh?” It was twenty to eleven. “Lets go up at eleven, then we can lock the front door, eh? If we’re both going up, eh?”
“We’re both going up, eh? Scared, eh?”
“Nope, eh? We know where all the bodies are now., eh?And it’s not on the 8th floor, eh?”
