the basement rabbit(s)

Bert Notorius

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a ghost is rarely a ghost.

in fact, up to this point, no ghost has
ever been a ghost, at least from my
perspective, but, sitting is a quiet room,
any unusual noise makes one immediately
assume there is a ghost present.

or maybe, it's just me.
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lately, i have been hearing ghosts, which
would be more easily dismissed if msN
wasn't hearing them as well.

"maybe it's a rat on the porch, dear."

taking that to mean "grab the flashlight,
get your ass off the couch, and go kill
that damn rat," i do what is implied.

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i grab the flashlight and my shovel handle
slash walking stick slash critter beater.

no damn rat.

so i sit my ass back down to watch broadchurch.
the blank stare watching me i interpret to mean
'this isn't over.'
 
living in a 100 year old house in the middle of
nowhere has some advantages, mostly quiet, except
for the occasional creaks not unlike an old ship on
an ocean prairie. sometimes the 4 note chord of the
windchime hanging outside the front door filters through.

msN's mother cried the first time she saw the house.
it was in serious disrepair. not the type of home
she pictured her daughter in. her mother was a
good woman. old school. she lived long enough to
understand the choice and appreciated the improvements
i made. as my dad said, "solid house."
 
back to the ghost.

this has been going on for a while now.
weeks maybe? the noise generally being sudden,
short lasting and long intervals between.
Not ghostly at all, especially during the day.
More so at night.

Something about darkness
makes everthing more sinister, unless you are a bat,
or an owl or an edgar winter album from 1972.

i suppose if there were chains rattling or something
i might be more inclined to schedule a séance. there's
only so much you can do to eliminate the unreal.
 
at some point in the story one might
assume there would be rabbit(s).

it is a story about rabbit(s)
afterall, isn't it?
 
i guess it could be about basements.

basement is being too kind. cellar,
or dungeon, or pooh hole would be
more accurate. why basement? shit
i don't know. picture a place where
salamanders and wolf spiders
compete for rolly pollies, and not
to play bridge with.

i only go down there if something
is about to blow.
 
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