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Note Found In The Kiddie Land Truck

Note Found In The Kiddie Land Truck
Copyright 2017 by E.C. McMullen Jr.

Odilon Redon

During certain times of the year, as the babies are ready to molt, I go out to the porch and sit at my table.

If I sit very still and I’m patient – quite patient – the babies will come by their thousands and blanket me with their cocoons, their sleep nests.

There is an odor, a chemical released perhaps, whatever, and I slip into their dreams. As night grows deeper all around us, and we are safe from all predators (they find the odor of the strands repugnant), the Snufflelago comes.

Snuffie exists in the reality between Conscious and Unconscious: The Subconscious. Snufflelago channels our dream state from this reality to other wonderful worlds beyond where suffering and hunger are unheard of.

Can you imagine what it’s like to ride in the soft fur on the back of the Snufflelago? As it takes you to your new homes?

The stars fly past you, laughing at the sight!

Imagine for a moment how fun that is!

There in our true home, I discovered that we were born on the worst of worlds where we were not meant to stay. Like the babies, we too were meant to molt, be reborn, and fly forth to new and better destinies in new and better bodies.

This is what the grown-ups mean when they say you must be born again. Sadly though, they waited too long. They knew what to do, and what to say, but they didn’t how to do it. They missed their chance.

So they grow old, weak, and decrepit. They are rotting inside and out, and fearing the very thing that could save them: The babies. Instead they stay trapped in their aging crumbling shells. Their hair falls out, their teeth rot out, their skin cracks and folds, and still they hold on to this world and their infancy. They use up all that is left of their dimming life until it puffs out like a candle flame. A moment’s smoke of what could have been.

Caterpillars would never die of old age. Think of how silly that is.

That’s why I couldn’t forget you. I couldn’t stay there among the wonders, enjoying the beauty of such places, knowing the agonies of this awful world. I felt selfish to such a degree that it hindered my joy. Perhaps I’m flawed that way, but that’s who I am. We all have our own special thing that drives us.

So I struggled so very hard to come back. Which is not easy at all. But I came back for you. To save, protect you, and guide you to the Snufflelago, who will take you to the wonders of the Otherworlds.

There are so many there waiting to be your friends.

I don’t know it for a fact, but I wouldn’t be surprised if some of you find family and loved ones that you lost, are actually living there as well, waiting for you. Yes, even your pets. I’ve seen it happen before.

So lay very still children and I will spread the babies upon you. They will make such lovely cocoons to protect and keep you safe and, by the time the babies are ready to hatch and feed, which is many weeks from now, you will be long gone from the empty shells – just shells – of your bodies, far from the torment of this world.

The babies will mature and sever the bridge to your shells, so none can ever steal you back. You will never have to grow up and old. You’ll be free and happy forever, and all that you ever were or could ever be in this place will take flight!
– the doctrine of Ardulos Metalowe.
From the note found in the abandoned Kiddie Land truck.

FBI Case File 07-02-8
FBI Serial Murder Method Profile: Pied Piper
Case Name: KIDDIE LAND

END

Story by E.C. McMullen Jr.

The Art Inspires The Story
The Haunted and The Haunters by Odilon Redon (aka Bertrand-Jean Redon – April 20, 1840 – July 6, 1916), illustration for the book “The Haunted and the Haunters: Or the House and the Brain” By Sir Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1896 lithograph. Public Domain

Thanks to John Claude Smith for finding the inspirational photo.


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WE FOUND KIDDIE LAND

KiddielandWE FOUND KIDDIE LAND
Copyright 2013
by E.C. McMullen Jr.

Eighteen months we searched for the Kiddie Land refrigerator truck: Eighteen long months.

Nothing was any help at all. Not our massive dragnet, not all the resources of our city, state, nation, the FBI, and eventually Interpol. No amount of technology helped: no traffic cams, gas station cams, or even satellite photography, only the usual tons of leads that all trailed off into nothing.

All that was left of its memory were the traumatized families and friends; a devastated school and community, and an open case file.

After three months, candlelight vigils turned to protests. Public pressure forced a changing of the guard as our leadership was juggled. There were transfers, promotions and demotions. I don’t know a single person who was happy with any of it. But when nothing is happening, something has to be done. After six months of still producing nothing our resources shrank, our numbers winnowed away. There were other crimes, other mysteries to be solved.

Eventually there were only four of us left. Four of us with nothing to do but trace and re-trace, question and re-question, interview and re-interview, until even the high-tension emotions of the family and friends frayed and went numb.

Without meaning to or wanting to, we wore them down. We rubbed out their love, hope, and grief until they were left with nothing but never wanting to see our faces anymore. They never wanted to hear another word about their lost children or that god damn truck.

Which made us feel like involuntary accomplices to the crime. What did we miss? What had we done wrong? Nothing can just disappear like that. It’s impossible.

And yet

The Kiddie Land refrigerator truck vanished from the face of the earth.

Until it showed up on Facebook.

A Smartphone photo from some young foreign tourists on a back road.

They were lost. They saw the truck in another faraway state, deep in the abandoned weeds of nowhere. They had no idea what they were looking at. The rusting Kiddie Land truck was ancient, forgotten news to them, buried deep beneath all the news that came after. So they took a photo of their adventure: a lost emblem of forgotten Americana, and went about their merry, laughing and cursing their GPS.

A crappy GPS and two lost college schlubs on a random roadtrip: that’s how we finally found the Kiddie Land truck.

A rush of cathartic, triumphant driving; hours of cathartic angry flying, and more hours of tension filled driving until we finally came upon the field; upon It.

All the eyewitness markings match – This is our Kiddie Land truck.

Our puzzle piece. Once we explore the Kiddie Land truck, we are certain that all of our questions will be answered. Everything else will fall into place. And we will catch and punish whoever is responsible for this.

Whoever? How could just one person have made such a bold kidnapping at all? How could a single person have got away with it? How could a crime of such magnitude have stayed a mystery for so long?

All of us want that truck opened. None of us want to be the one to open it.

We never found the perp – have no idea who he/she/they could be, or what he/she/they wanted. There was never a demand for ransom, attention, anything.  And the reason this witness ID’d kidnap vehicle matters at all is because we never found the 24 missing children.

Because of that, none of us want to be the one who opens the back doors on the Kiddie Land truck.

Eighteen long months.

So we stand here, and it sits there.

Something has to break.

FBI Case File 07-01-8
FBI Serial Murder Method Profile: Pied Piper
Case Name: KIDDIE LAND

END

– Copyright 2013, E.C. McMullen Jr.

Kiddie Land truck photo originally found at Pikdit / r/creepy

Thanks to John Claude Smith for finding the inspirational photo.


pb300You know what you’ll find in
PERPETUAL BULLET: A Science Fiction Collection?
It’s a veritable trove of previously published Science Fiction Horror Thriller tales – plus bonus stories
Featuring: Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem!
Now on sale for $9.00 in Trade Paperback and in eBook for $1.99 and available for your Android Tablet, iPad, Kindle, Nook, and every other “E”!
Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, WHSmith, and more).
Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free!

Want more? Buy WILLOW BLUE. It’s my second collection of critically acclaimed Supernatural and Drama Thriller short stories with all of the Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem, you’ve come to expect (or should by now). Available in paperback for $8.00 or in Kindle for only $1.99. Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free! The tales will last you longer than latte!

Crave even more?

Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.


KENTUCKY TURTLE TIME

ECMy brother and I were driving back from Chicago via Kentucky. We were taking the backroads because we’re road tripping fools.

Early in the morning, the dawn sun breaking, we’re following the curve of the road through the tall trees of some swampy, marshy area, when we see a turtle on the road right in front of us. Going too fast to stop, I swerved around the turtle, pulled off up ahead, and turned on my blinkers.

Sean: “What are you doing?”
Me: “I gotta get that turtle off the road before somebody hits it.”
Sean: “Oh! Cool, bro.”

I walked the 40 or so yards back up the road, following the curve through the trees. When I’m about 20 yards from the turtle, still making its way, I hear an approaching semi-truck. Oh shit!
I ran toward the turtle!
The semi is coming around the bend!
I’m running as fast as I can!
There’s the damn truck! He sees me! He’s honking at this idiot running down the middle of the road at 5 in the morning; middle of a fucking swamp; middle of NOWHERE; Straight At Him!
There’s no time to stop and pick up the turtle!
The truck is hitting its airbrakes! Honking!
I have no choice!
I run right up and KICK that turtle the rest of the way across the road!
I throw myself at the guardrail!
The truck zooms past me!
I’m Laughing because I’m Alive!
I look to make sure the turtle is okay.

He’s all closed up. I jump over the rail and into the mud. I go to pick him up. He hisses at me. Yeah, he’s okay.

I walk back to my car, still laughing.

I get inside.

Sean: “WHAT in the living HELL?!?”
Me: “I know, right?”
Sean: “I’m glad I saw that truck, or else I would’ve LOST it!”
Me: “Huh?”

Now, here is where life is a matter of perception. The difference between the reasons you do what you do, and how other people perceive them.

Sean: “I saw you walking back for that turtle, and I felt proud of my bro. There you were, taking the time to see to that small creature’s safety. Then you start running toward it and I didn’t know what was happening. Then you hauled back and kicked it and my first thought was ‘Holy shit, NO!’
Then you threw yourself at the guardrail like you were gonna finish that poor turtle off, and that’s when the truck zoomed around the curve and past you, nearly pasting your ass.”
Me: “Yeah, it was close.”
Sean: “Why’d you jump over the rail after the truck had passed? It was too late to save yourself.”
Me: “I was just checking on the turtle to make sure I didn’t hurt it.”
Sean: “Oh.”
Me: “Yep.”

We drove for a bit, then Sean laughed.

Again: Perception.

Sean: “That poor god damn truck driver had no IDEA what the hell was going on!”
Me: “Heh! Yeah! At the next truck-stop, he’ll have a story to tell about those crazy Kentucky boys who go running through the swamps at the crack of dawn, KICKING turtles off the road!”


pb300You’ll get a kick from my book
PERPETUAL BULLET: A Science Fiction Collection.
It’s a veritable trove of previously published Science Fiction Horror Thriller tales – plus bonus stories
Featuring: Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem!
Now on sale for $9.00 in Trade Paperback and in eBook for $1.99 and available for your Android Tablet, iPad, Kindle, Nook, and every other “E”!
Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, WHSmith, and more).
Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free!

Want more? Buy WILLOW BLUE. It’s my second collection of critically acclaimed Supernatural and Drama Thriller short stories with all of the Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem, you’ve come to expect (or should by now). Available in paperback for $8.00 or in Kindle for only $1.99. Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free! The tales will last you longer than latte!

Crave even more?

Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.