Professor Henry Jarrod’s House of Wax
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Broken into as if some crime has occurred, and now we’re calling in Peter Falk to do the detective work. What happened here? Is the killer in the kitchen, or in the foyer clutching an envelope? The back steps lead down to a basement where the body is. Tell-tale signs: the coat, the tired off-focus glass eye. Was there anything wrong here? What made that drawer sound like that, was it the rain? |
Yet its beams, lesions, and hard- wood command respect, police cars brake here, protect these normal citizens that we begin to suspect it of. They go into the chalk. MCMXLVIII, and everyone hates everything. The girls go missing; it’s a quiet walk up a staircase to find God. Their pictures in the attic were covered in dust, a flapping of termites. Can we find that mirror where we were standing? |