"Hey numb nuts, we know you're awake in there!"
"Yeah!!! Now get your scruffy ass outta your cave and at least acknowledge us! Or am Neale and I supposed to go in after you?" followed by continuous pounding of the door, I finally decided to get up and acknowledge them.
"I'm coming out, just give me a minute or two to get dressed first!" I finally yell out my window to the guys down below at my door. As I yelled this I quickly get my trash bucket from it's resting place beside my bed and put it beside my open window ready to heft it’s contents out towards my annoying assailants. I quickly began to contemplate whether or not this was really necessary, but decided to go for it anyways. "Hey guys, I'm going to get something to eat quick before I come out, hold on just a few more minutes." I suddenly had the urge to go a little overboard with my revenge and quickly descended the stairs to the kitchen, remembering that there was some old jars of jelly gone rancid somewhere in the one o

(A continuation to A Nightmare on Kings Street)
Geb swallowed nervously, eyeing the springer rifle that the mysterious woman wielded. It was a black-market, custom-made rifle that looked deadlier than the real deal. He couldn’t help admiring the craftsmanship, even though the barrel was inconveniently pointed at his chest.
“What are you doing in my study?” the woman repeated bitterly, this time with a daring tone. It was difficult to see her. Half her body was behind the wall, using it as cover. The other half was shrouded in the darkness beyond the doorway. The only thing fully visible was her deadly weapon, unwavering and aimed true.
“I, uh,” Geb started in a dry voice before trailing off. His mind lethargically worked into overtime to supply him with a suitable lie: nothing. His fatigue was catching up with him.
With an absence of words, he turned his head away. His only eye fi

It was Halloween again. The time for pranks, candies and fun. The time for witches, spirits and demons.
Down in town, kids, wearing either scary, funny or strange costumes, were running around, asking for candies and threatening with tricks if the offering weren’t given. The most famous candies at the moment were the swirled lollops on long sticks and pumpkins flavored and formed marshmallows . 
The streets were filled with laughs and some houses had several smashed eggs on them. All in all, this Halloween sounded like one of the best.
However, there was one person in the whole town who wasn’t happy, no matter how many candies she got. Namah was in her room, looking at the town from her wall sized window, her handmade detective costume, a present from the old maid Muliebral; she was ready to go on her usual, annoying candy quest in the corridor. Though, all she did was to go to the guards or the maid and ask for candies. Not really the best kind of Halloween one would