Something ain't right 'round the spa.

The other day, I showed up to help with the electrics in the basement. Now, don't get me wrong, I ain't never touched me any electrical stuff a'fore, but I figured how hard could it be? So I'm down there fussing with some breaker panels and low and behold there's a boom 'round the corner and the lights go out. So, I reckon I better go over an' see what's what. Since I'm in the basement, I had to pull out my flashlight so that I could see the hand in front of my face. I round the corner and see the charred remains of what used to be the fancy electrical guy that they hired. Looks like Mr. Fancy Pants touched the wrong wire. Cuz I'm worried I might get blamed , I figure I best move the body. By now, I've got a few places to dump bodies. So, I heft up the body and start dragging him down the hall.

All the sudden things start to smell things not so right. I turn the corner and open a closet of sorts. The smell darn near knocked me to next week. Three bodies laying there. Clear as day. Funny thing is that these aren't any of the bodies that I've been acquainted with. Wouldn't you know it, but all the sudden, my flashlight goes out. Now, I'm not a superstitious man, but I swear it got really cold and I felt something on the back o' my neck. So, I turn 'round and saw only a set of teeth starin' back at me. I high-tailed it outta there. I still get the shakes when I think about it. And I'll tell you what, I ain't goin back down there any time soon.

Bigger, better, fun....ner? funner? Yeah, funner.

I been poking around the resort for the last few days. I can't believe how big it is. Ya know what that means. More space, more people working, easier to slip in unnoticed. And it was so easy this time. I jumped on one of the work crews and nobody even raised a fuss.

There was a bit of a problem at my work area when there was that little accident. Me and this bum were puttin up an extension onto the resort and there was trouble with the supports. The walls was leanin' this way and that. So, I says to him, I says, go ahead and take a look at the foundations. So, he goes and climbs underneath to check things out. I don't know what happened, but the next thing I seen was the entire extension collapse right while he was under it. There was some screamin' but it died down quick 'nough. Maybe if he wasn't so busy talkin ill of my maw he woulda be able to keep his work in order....

I didn't stick 'round very long cuz it made such a clatter that all sorts of people came a'runnin'. The hillbilly in charge of the buildin' jobs was fit to be tied, so I skinned out purdy quick-like. Somethin's outta kilter with that guy. He's always wearin's these big caps and he's got an evil glint in his eye. I gotta be careful 'round him.

-Junior

The old Manor's being rennovated...

Hoo-boy. Looks like Possum Creek is a'poppin again! Since the penitentiary shut down last year, this place has been dead. Word 'round the campfire is that the old City family estate is where everything is going down. You don't know where that is? Well, it's right across from the Crabtree Valley (Mall) on the corner of Glennwood Ave and Creedmore Rd. The old Patriarch of the family put a big sign on the front of the estate with his first name. You can't miss it. It says "Circuit City." "Circuit" is an odd Christian name to be sure, but the City family was never really right in the head...

I've been scouting out the old manor and I think that I should be able to slip into one of the construction crews without being noticed. If you're interested in helpin' out, take a look at this here calendar to figure out when you can help and then let us know that you are coming.

Ol' Bill told me that he's heard tell of Invisible Dave running around, but I can't believe him since what would a spirit be doing at a work site? I just hope that I don't see the good Dr. Crutch there. I saw him electrocuted in the penitentiary last year, but just before I took off, I didn't see the body. The guy always gave me the creeps...

-Junior