UNFORSEEN PROBLEMS

wilkravitz cannot type this. He does not have a computer, at least not one hooked up to the magic ether. Things are a bit rusric deep in the pines. So I (Zebulon) do not know how this is coming to you. Someone else is obviously dancing their fingers across some other communication device. Can you trust it? Is it the truth? As far as I can tell it is. If I sense anything I will tell you, provided our current scribe allows me to maintain my voice. But Johnny Jump Up is beginning to gain a larger share of the audience. No, he is not a vampoire. Yet there are those who claim he's been around for more than two hundred years. That's two hundred years in Philadelphia. I know little of his life before then. Just stay alert. Listen for the scratching at the upstairs window. Wait for the discreet tapping sound. Close your eyes when the glass cracks and breaks. And then, don't even bother opening them. It's best that way. His thin, boney fingers are strong. You won't last long. And he will be gone, vaulting away toward another designation. Johnny Jump Up...
The cadaverous, gentleman corpse. The stick figure in the tight, black suit. The hungry undertaker. He has been called by many names. And his hands are cold as ice. But you won't have time to worry about that. Papa knows about him. So does Jonathon. Just be happy that you don't.....not yet anyway.......Hopefully, there will be a longer post when next the stars come out again. Maybe by then, we will know who taps this out.....