Once Upon a Black Kraken

  This blog is moving to greener pastures, futurely on substack . Part 8 | Finale Without a second to spare after hearing the pain shriek, the just taken out of trance Margaret, my undead ectoplasmic friend Luke and I peeked outside the shed to see what was going on. A horde of around two dozen elderly people with serious levels of dementia were approaching, slowly and zombie-like, to Mrs. Rowen’s office. Their eyes were blank. Their movements seemed to lack any intention. All our attempts to get them out of their way towards Morlden Village’s manager office were useless.

  Part 7 | Part 9 “What the fuck happened?” Was all I could ask at the image of the damaged, ruined and almost post-apocalyptic Morlden Village that stood in front of Margaret, Luke and me. No more perfect, cozy and dementia-safe little town. The cognitive held patients were walking and continuing their lives as if their cage didn’t have turned into an actual hell.

  Part 6 | Part 8 That deep, beast-like roar gave me chills that made all my body hairs stand up as a military squad. Not Margaret, Luke, me or Paula’s inert body knew what the fuck caused it. The elders with cognitive detriment who just got their souls back acted as if they didn’t even notice anything wrong, which honestly is how they react to anything that happens in their haunted dementia village.

Part 5 | Part 7 The three other viewers in the movie theater started screaming in absolute fear during a conversation scene in the same movie that is played every day in Morlden Village’s Movie Theater. They all shrieked at the same time, when nothing really terrifying happened on the screen. There wasn’t even any cue in the film that it was fear or something-happens-now time. It was like everyone who ever gotten to see this black and white couple drama have a very instinctive and precise instruction on where to yell.