BLACKWOOD

Well I hope you are listening, after all I am telling. When it comes to death there are several schools of thought, such as that is it end of the line, your journey is over! Then others might believe you take a seat and watch over those you left behind. I am sure there are other beliefs around the globe, I personally am of the thinking that what happens next is all about how you die and not how you live, what do you think? Ah no matter in my experience death isn’t always the end, oh like have you ever seen Supernatural, with the brothers Dean and Sam they are hunters putting evil to rest or soothing discrumpled spirits, of course it’s all fiction ( with a grin) everyone knows hunters don’t exist. But I digress, you are probably die-in to know how I came to my end, oh yes I am no longer a member of that club known as The Living.

Ok so lets jump back 300 years, I was a young reporter for a city wide rag, wasn’t doing to bad if I’m honest, I produced some of our most popular stories. ( big sigh )

I t was in the middle of summer bright blue skies barely a cloud in sight, I’d just received a lead from a trusted sores, so I drove out of the city to the grounds of The Goodwill Hotel. No sooner had I pulled up and exited my car when I saw Him ( Doctor Godwin ) crossing the lawn heading towards the woods, he wasn’t running but wasn’t out for a pleasant walk either. Naturally I followed him and yes it wasn’t long before I had lost him, I stood still just listening, not a sound I mean nothing no birds or other creatures not even a breeze in the leaves of the trees, I decided to proceed slowly this was to good a overt unity, the closest I’d ever got to the good Doctor to the biggest story of well forever.

Of corse of corse, you are now asking, some of you may even be screaming at the screen, who is this Doctor Godwin!

Ok so a bit of backstory, bums and ladies of the night die or disappear yearly for all manner of reasons, nobody really cares, nobody asked enough questions, that is until the end of June. You see it turns out that the second son of some high court politician had took it apron himself to dress down and under a false name wonder amongst the gutters of the city, and yes you guessed it he disappeared. Anyway after a bit of digging myself and a plod traced his comings and goings to a warehouse, in the basement we found bloody rags and a heap of clothes ( bum rags), what we didn’t see was the Godwin in the corner, he through a oil lantern at the rags they went up in flames and bellowed thick black smoke, in the confusion he got away.

The case went cold for a few weeks the warehouse had burnt down, and then plod slipped me a note and that lead me to the hotel.

So as previously mentioned I am in the woods all was quiet I’d lost the Doctor, just started to consider waiting in the car for him to return to the hotel when a rush of wind hit me. The wind came from nowhere, I was blinded by grit when when something hit me, I flew through the air clipped a tree and fell hard to the floor, as I backed out ( died ) I heared these words, FATUM MEUM FATO TUO, believe it or not but when my eyes opened the doctors shrivled corps was next to me in the leaves, day had become night and I came to realise 2 things, 1 about 3 days had passed and the other thing I was hungry, not just hungry I was Hunger!

And now my story is done I’m afraid to say it’s your turn, but before you play your part I must thank you for listening to this old mans rants.

Now for your part………..DINNER

I must say thank you for reading

P.s. I am still hungry