#midnight visitor

[seasons-in-hell]

Dean Gioia

Midnight Visitor

[shawnfreki]

Midnight Visitor, Dean Gioia.

[ebaeschnbliah]

Midnight visitor ….

Impressions from Nosferatu:  A Symphony of Horror  (silent movie by F.W.Murnau 1922)

December, 2019

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[crossroadsdiner]

@gentlexsnowflakexprince gets a drabble/starter

Rowan fully intends to go to the bar by the train lines where he’s handed whiskey without a word and someone usually tracks him down for a fight. He’ll feel guilty about the whiskey later when he sees Zane flinch away from him, but he’ll just add that to the guilt he’s already feeling. Guilt at being a liability who couldn’t go with Cas. Who couldn’t be trusted to watch his best friend’s back.

Rowan doesn’t understand why, instead of turning left and heading across Eden, he turns right onto a quiet, perfect suburban street. Late blossoms fall from the trees that arch over the road and the leaves are just beginning to turn yellow. He can easily picture what this street would look like later in the fall as families put up Halloween decorations, leaves raked into perfect piles, children on bicycles skidding across the footpaths as their parents walk behind. A perfect suburban image Rowan has no memories of himself.

Rowan parks out the front of a little shop, the streetlight showing off the sign out front as "The Faerie Shoppe". Rowan had no idea what's brought him here, until he looks across at the blood soaked passenger seat. He wants comfort and he doesn't want to seek it in a bottle or a fist, he wants it from a man who flirts with him and offers him flowers.

Rowan climbs out of his car and knocks on the door. It occurs to him that the apartment above the shop mightn't even be Atticus'. His parents own the shop so maybe they live there. It also occurs to him that it's 3am and there probably isn't anyone awake. Rowan is right about to turn around and leave when the door opens.

Atticus, half asleep and half naked, is a beautiful sight. Rowan almost steps forward and runs his hands over Atticus then and there. Atticus is drinking a juice box, but Rowan dismisses that fact for now. Same with the devices attached to Atticus' stomach and arm.

Rowan swallows, taking a long moment to finish looking over Atticus. "Sorry. This is probably really odd." Rowan says. "Cas got himself almost killed again and I just... I needed..." He can't say what he needs. He's not sure he knows. "Can you show me that Rowan tree, maybe?"

[littlemourningstarr]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Gotham nights can be hot- hot enough to keep Colin awake. That is, until Damian stops by and offers momentary relief.

[whatsupcanuk]

The Account of the Night Time Visitor

Last Wednesday during the day my parents and my cousin and her husband expressed their concerns about some teens in the campground. Since a few of them were walking around with open beers and a hatchet. As it turns out they were going from empty campsite to empty campsite looking for unburned fire wood. Not the worst thing in the world seeing as we've done the same thing. Pilfering our neighbours leftover firewood after they've packed up and left it behind. 

The resulting actions of this sighting turned out for the better. My parents have encountered kids stealing things from their campsite during the night a few times before, which has made them overly cautious when it comes to putting away things before going to bed for the night. Even any decorations they have put out that day get put away. The result of someone stealing a novelty Canadian flag the night before Canada day a few years ago. The days sighting of teens wandering around the campground had them looking for anything that could come down. Dad even had me take down the (larger replacement) flag they bought to replace the stolen one, even though it was securely tied to a couple of trees. I had to get a ladder out to even reach the knots.

That was what I was thinking about that night when I went to bed. Which is probably why I woke up so quickly when I heard the sound. Someone was in our campsite. As I laid there listening I realized that whoever they were in my cousins site of the site (we were in a double stall). I could hear cans clanking together and immediately thought that whoever it was was stealing the bag of recycling. We always collect up any empty cans and bottles to get back our deposit. My reaction was to make some noise and turn on the light in the tent. My thought was that if they knew someone was awake they would cease their struggles with the bag and retreat. It did grow quiet for a moment, but not for long. The rustling of the bag continued. Frustrated and a little angry now at our would be thief I grabbed my light (basically a bare led bulb on a hook with an on off switch) and opened up the tent flap.

They would have to be desperate to continue on and risk being caught red handed. As I stood there with one foot outside my tent one fact became quiet clear, whoever it was it was not a person.

My first thought was that it must be a racoon, that I should probably go over there with my light and scare it off. That's how they do it in the movies at least. Yell and turn on the lights to frighten the creatures away. I don't have any personal experience with racoons, since we don't really have them in southern Alberta. I got as far as bringing my other food out of the tent when I realized that it might not be a racoon. We were in the middle of the woods, Sasquatch Provincial park. Bear country.

Bears I'm more familiar with. I know enough about bears that I wouldn't want to tangle with one. If it really was a bear rummaging through my cousins garbage (I had assessed that much at least outside the tent with the light) I'd be better off just crawling back into my tent being thankful that I'm not dumb enough to store food in there. As I stood there trying to see what manner of creature was only a few feet away from me with a poor light (really wish I had grabbed my flashlight) my Dad suddenly opened up the window on their trailer. 

He enquired if someone was in the campsite. When I told him no that I thought it was some kind of animal, the only response I got was an impassive "oh" and the window was closed again. I was on my own. 

My next thought was how to keep whatever it  was over there closer to my cousins trailer (where after all my cousins family were all tucked safely away in a hard sided travel trailer) and not to have it come any closer. My tent walls have never seemed so fragile before. I had a quick run down on what, if anything, was on our side of the campsite that could attract animals. Our garbage is always kept in an outside compartment and our cleanup before bed was so thorough that there couldn't be much. Only our own bag of recyclables remained outside. So quickly I went and scooped up the bag and I unceremoniously shoved it just inside the entrance to my parents trailer. The dog seems more excited to see me up, then upset that there was an intruder in the campsite (She at least barked and made a bigger fuss of it then my cousins Dog Indie did, he slept through the whole thing).

That accomplished I was back to my original conundrum of do I go over there and try to scare whatever was over there away? I was saved from having to make a decision when someone finally woke up from the noise in my cousins trailer. Their incredibly bright outside light flashed on, and the sounds of plastic bag tearing and rustling garbage stopped. I was able to go back to bed, not that I could sleep mind you. Between the extra layers of clothing and blankets I had put on in anticipation of yet another cold night and the fact that I jumped at every sound I wasn't able to slumber again. I was either laying there listening intently for sounds of yet more mischievous wildlife or taking off socks or my extra sweater or repositioning the blanket that was wrapped around my feet. The warmest night on the trip was one I had prepared to be very cold.

The creature did make a second appearance, drawn back to the garbage that it had strewn about. The rattle and rustle of the bag continued. I didn't have to get out of my tent this time as the light from my cousins trailer came back on and my cousin and her husband went out and cleaned up the garbage and disposed of it in one of the public locking animal proof cans. It had nothing else to get into, though not from the lack of trying. I could still hear it shuffling around, though this time on out side of the campsite. I scolded it to go away whenever it sounded like it was getting to close to the tent. Twix helped, I heard her barking once from inside the trailer. It must have moved onto another site because I heard someone else yell "Get out of here".

All in all probably safe to say that night was my worst night of sleep on the whole trip. It could have been much worse had we not put so much away. The next morning my cousin confirmed that it had been a racoon, though she had also feared the possibility of a bear. They had seen the racoons reflection out their window. So one night of poor sleep was enough for me to come to the realization that had it been a bear and had it wanted into the tent, I could have done very little to stop it. 

Well at least it wasn't the Sasquatch the park was named for. Though my cousin would have been thrilled at the prospect. 

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