By Prospero Dae
I gazed apprehensively out of the window as the cab arrived and he—tall, in a black overcoat—exited shakily, paid the driver, and stood motionless in the dull, misty glow of the streetlamp.
I met him at the door. “Father, I’ll take you to the room.”
Once there, he began to recite incantations from a manual. The room was so cold that a cone of fog issued from his mouth. The arcanum of ritual was met with obscene groans and inhuman contortions. Sooty vomitus splattered across his face.
“I command you…”
Later that morning, “Thanks for fixing the furnace, Dad.”
A precious, exquisite, gem of a story.
Lovely, lovely surprise ending, Prospero. Your stories seem to get better with each new one I read. Way to go.
Ha ha. Nicely presented.
Ha! Wait…does he do plumbing? My sink has a slow drain. I’ve bell, book, and candled to no avail.
Excellent.
That was very enjoyable. I was wondering what the twist was going to be, but wasn’t expecting a humourous one. Well done.
great stuff! super funny.