The rumbling comes closer and closer until it is all the Captain can hear reaching out beyond the confinement of his ear drums. The noise becomes so insistent that it invades his every thought and that he feels haunted by an endless stream of raucous nightmares of his own making. In fact, it is now so loud that it is a reality in the Captain’s head. This is the Hook of real bad dreams come true, what you wish, you can’t have the Captain thinks.
“Step in, Captain!” a voice commands the Captain. He squints his eyes trying to spot through the mist where this familiar voice comes from.
“Step in! There’s no time to spare!” the voice reiterates, “if you don’t want your dreams to turn wicked for as long as you shall live and worse.”
Here, a shady yellow-grey bus in this world of sad realities galore passing by, a driver at its wheel, his yellow dungarees covered with the dust of unwanted, discarded and errant specks of unborn and deformed sparks of ugly thoughts that commonly fill the universal bins of doom.
“Jimmy?” the Captain asks, “How did you find me?”
“C’mon! C’mon! C’mon!”
In goes the Captain as the bus’ doors close behind him and Jimmy presses hard on the speed pedal and the bus skids on an undetectable road.
“Don’t look at me like this,” Jimmy says, “I know a thing or two about the book of shadows.”
Once more in this universe of the unexplained and nightmarish splendour, the Captain thinks, Jimmy saves us. After all, only the Syck Monkey is known to seek, catch and retrieve falling creatures.
“There’s always a way out,” Jimmy insists, “and it needn’t be the same as the way in.”
To be continued…
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