Call Waiting 5- Highway To Haven

To start at the beginning, type “call waiting” into the search bar to retrieve it and the corresponding parts from the archives.

The trip to Haven was only about 50 miles, but the excitement of being amateur investigators had made Macy sleepy.

As Patricia turned onto the highway, Macy drifted off into a dream state while she clutched the 1919 telephone with the frayed cord.

She found herself in the same dimly lit hallway that her mother was in while in her own dream, facing the closed bedroom door.

She heard the voices of a man and woman arguing on the other side.

He screamed.

“But…but..I can help people with my gift of sight….save them…” She replied

Macy recognized the voice as Penny from the telephone. She reached for the handle and thought about opening the door….then reconsidered…she remembered what her Mother told her about privacy. Instead, she put her eye up to the skeleton keyhole to catch a peek.

20140112-220943.jpgWhat she saw was a man in old time clothes, red faced and yelling.

The argument continued….


Macy watched as she saw the man pick up a phone, that looked just like the one she found in the attic, that was on the desk beside him, ripped it from the wall, and began to swing it and move around the room.

As he went out of her sightline in the keyhole, the woman with the voice of Penny came into view, wearing an old time dress, ducking the swings with her arms out in front of her.

Macy saw the face that went with the voice that she knew as Penny…..

And awoke with a scream because the face…was that of her Mother.

Patricia was startled by the scream in the back seat of the car. She looked in the rear view mirror at her daughter, who was ghostly pale, pulled over to the side of the road and said,

“What happened, honey? Are you alright?”

Macy looked around the car, regained a little color in her face and replied,

“Bad dream, Momma…real bad.”

“You still want to finish this trip or should I turn around?”

Macy thought about it and replied,

“We gotta finish it Momma, now more than ever we have to free her from wherever she is…”

Patricia paused to try and read her daughters face. Unable to catch a bead on what she was thinking she said,

“Ok…..It’s back on the highway to Haven then.”

Macy half heartedly smiled and gazed out the window as her mother pulled back out onto the road.

They drove another 10 miles and came across a sign right before they entered the town that read,

“Welcome to Haven- Where a Penny goes a long way!”

Patricia drove by the sign slowly and couldn’t help but get a chill.

They decided to drive down the main thoroughfare to look for a place to eat and to ask for directions to the home movers location.

Macy seemed to still be in a daze and did not notice what her Mother was noticing.

Each shop on the main strip was named after Penny. There was “The Penny Arcade”, “The Copper Penny” bar and grille, “The Penny Slots Storage”. “Penny Coat Junction” department store and soda fountain.

She decided to stop at the “Penny Counter Deli”.

Patricia gets out of the car and opens the back door so Macy can get out.

Macy gets out but leaves the phone in the car.

For it being late afternoon, the streets are deserted. The bell on the deli door goes off as they enter the establishment. There are no customers. One gentleman is wiping the counter next to the soda fountain.

The gentleman looks up and stops wiping and just stares at Patricia with his mouth open until her and Macy sit at the counter in front of him.

“This is some kind of joke right?” He says. “There is a hidden camera here somewhere for some Hollywood TV show…right?”

“What are you talking about?” Patricia asks, “we came in to get something to eat and to ask where the Haven house movers company is located.”

“But….you look just like her….” He says dryly.

“Like who?” She irritatingly asks.

“Like…Penny…the woman every shop in town is named after…look” he grabs the menu from the holder and puts the front cover in front of her. In the center of the cover is Penny, who, with the exception of the hairstyle and clothes is Patricia.

Patricia looked at Macy, then back at the man and asked,

“So….what’s the story behind this woman and why all the fuss with her?”

The man’s eyes light up with the anticipation that he was about to tell the story of Penny to the mirror image of Penny.

He cleared his throat, took a deep breathe and began.

To be continued…..


Tic-Tac-Camel Toe

There is a special kind of crazy in the world. Every once in a while, with the help of police intervention and a savvy media report we all get to witness…or at least read about it.

This is that story.

If you have ever said, “My girlfriend (or ex wife) is CRAZY!”

Then this story should be your baseline for reference in whether she actually is or not. If, in fact, this minimum criteria is not met….than an alternate pet name for her would probably be required.

From Andy Campbell at the Huffington Post-

Jennifer McCarthy, the ex-wife of Pulitzer Prize-winning author Cormac McCarthy, made headlines this week when she was accused of whipping a gun out of her vagina and threatening her boyfriend during an argument about space aliens. In a statement and 911 call she released yesterday, McCarthy says she was the real victim. Paleologo, the boyfriend, and deputies say McCarthy got into a dispute last Saturday with her 53-year-old lover over space aliens. McCarthy left her house and returned in lingerie, allegedly packing a handgun in her vagina. She pulled it out after some simulated sex, then asked Paleologo, “Who is crazy, you or me?”

I, personally, really don’t think we need an answer to that question…..just put the gun back into that custom camel toe holster of yours and return to Area 51 with all your crazy in tow….



Call Waiting 4-Penny’s From Heaven

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For part 3 press “here

Part 4 begins where part 3 left off…

Patricia looked at the outdated phone, with the frayed ended cord hanging off the end, and was flooded with inner questions as it continued to ring.


Was the woman she just dreamed about the same one who warned them about the potential disasters?


What happened to her that caused the man in her dream to kill himself?


Why was her daughter, Macy, drawn to the old phone from the attic in the first place?


As she stumped herself with the questions, she failed to notice that Macy has woken up from her punishment nap and was standing beside her. She only noticed when the child startled her by asking a question.

“You gonna answer that, Momma?” She asked.

Patricia practically jumped out of her skin for a moment, then gathered her composure and looked down at her daughter to answer.


“This is just weird, Baby…old phones with no end on the cord do not just ring….”

“But…it’s ringing Momma…and I talk to Penny….and she tells me about things that are going to happen to us…she has helped us….2 times…maybe….just maybe….she needs help.”


She looked at her daughter with concerned eyes and wondered if her young child new more than what she was letting on..

She knelt down and looked at Macy in the eyes and asked,

“What exactly do you know about the lady in the phone you call Penny? Because, I get the feeling you haven’t told me everything.”


Macy shuffled her feet and her eyes shifted toward the ground, sighed and then answered.


“She tells me it’s dark and cold where she is…and…and…she needs help to be…free to move on…I don’t know what that means….but…but…she said she’s been waiting a REAL long time for someone to answer her call….”

As Macy finished the phone stopped after a half ring.


Patricia let the wave of the chill that traveled up her spine dissipate and watched as her goosebumps rose and the hairs on her arms stand on end as she turned to look at the phone that suddenly stopped ringing.

The silence hung in the air like a fog.

It was broken by a question from the child.

“We have to help, Momma… always say that helping others will help us….”

“Honey…we don’t even know who she is….she is a voice in an old phone that shouldn’t even work…” Patricia replied.

Macy scratched her head and confidently replied,

“We know she is Penny….and that she’s from heaven……it’s a start…right?”

“Penny’s from heaven….yeah…it’s a start.”

After some thought about the situation, Patricia decided to give the realtor a call. She figured none of this started to happen until the phone was found in the attic of the house they had moved into a few short months ago.

She gave her a call on her cell phone and asked if she could tell her anything about the history of the house.

“Well…what would you like to know?” The realtor asked.

“…..anything like past occupants hearing….noises and such…” Patricia replied.

“Ummm…not to my knowledge…but the house was vacant for quite some time…and by quite some time I mean about 14 years. The owners who are selling to you just wanted to get out from under it. They fixed it up enough to be able for us to do something with it and moved out of state. You got quite the deal on it, that home is over 100 years old….”

“Yes, we know…we love the house…we just thought it would be fun to know some things about it…Macy is 9 you know….she kinda wishes it was haunted or something like that…” Patricia half heartedly chuckled as she spoke to try to make the statement as believe able as possible.

“Well,” the realtor replied, ” you could always go to the historical commission downtown…all homes as old as yours are are listed there. Maybe they could help. I gotta run…I have a showing at 2. Good luck!”

Patricia hung up the phone and looked at Macy and said,

“Get your shoes on…we are headed into town.”

Macy asked,

“Can I take the phone with us…in case Penny calls?”

“I guess so.” She hesitantly replied but prayed to herself that the phone did not ring in public.

They reached the towns historical commission in about 20 minutes. Patricia walked inside, with Macy and the phone in tow.

They walked up to the counter and greeted the old man who sat behind it.

“Hi, we were wondering if we could find out anything about the home we are living in. We are told it is over 100 years old.”

“Sure,” the man said, “just give me the address and I will get you what I can.”

He looked down at Macy and smiled. He caught a glance of the phone as he took the address from Patricia’s hand and asked,

“Hey young lady…that phone is quite different from the usual ones I see in here. May I see it?”

Macy looked at her Mom, who cautiously nodded.

She handed him the phone. He looked it over and said,

“You know…this type of phone came out in 1919. It was the first phone used to make a 2 way long distance call on. This one still has the date stamp in the bottom.
Looky here,” he said as he turned the phone over.

Sure enough, the date stamp, although covered with a rusty substance said 1919.

“You best be careful with this, dear. It is probably worth something. Give me a minute and I will see what I can find.” He said as he handed the phone back.

He came back after about 10 minutes.

He sat down with a folder and sighed. He then opened it up and spoke.

“Well…your home is over 100 years old….but it has not been in this county for that long.”

Patricia looked at him with surprise and replied,

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…it has been a part of this counties history for about 85 years….but it was built and moved from Haven before that. I even have a picture in the file of the house being moved. To get any real history you would have to go there. It is about 50 miles west of here.” He said as he looked up at a pale Patricia and handed her the picture.

“….Haven?” She slowly replied as she looked at the black and white picture of her home.

“Yes, ma’am. I even have the name of the house movers who did the job. Very reputable and have been around since homes have needed to move.” He said with a smile as he wrote down the information and handed it to her.

She took the slip of paper, thanked him and returned to the car. She sat behind the wheel and opened the slip which read,

HAVEN HOME MOVERS-“Moving Haven and Earth since 1900”

To be continued….

The Top Spot Stop

My attention span is shorter than a toothpick shish-ka-bob.

Normally, I spend about an hour going through the mobile news outlets on my iPhone

safari doohickey thingamabobber,

but today, all I could do is scroll through their homepages.

Here are various headlines from the various “news” outlets tagged with the section they were listed under.

I’m not linking the stories that go with the headlines……because that would have required effort and I could have quite possibly sprained my index finger in the process.

Without any further delay… is…

The news of the day-

Babysitter, Allegedly Passes Out Drunk On Porch While Child Freezes In Her Lap- Huffington Post

Man Allegedly Kills Stepdad with ‘Atomic Wedgie’- ABC News

Study finds attractive people earn more at work-CBS NEWS

Smart’ toothbrush rates your brushing habits-CNN

Overdose of laxatives can cause serious harm, FDA says-NBC News

Reporter buys pot for first time-USA Today

“Where’s The Beef” ad turns 30-Fox News

The less you know…..the better.


The Banana Heist

The coward thoroughly pours freezing cold water on some dilettante near the dilettante, or an unsightly bride derives perverse satisfaction from the ruffian around a piroshki.

That……makes absolutely no sense…


It makes more sense than this news story about a crime in Connecticut by Oliver Darcy courtesy of The Blaze-


Authorities in Newington, Conn. say a man repeatedly crashed his car into a gas station early Wednesday morning as a means to break into the convenience store — only to walk in, steal a banana and then flee the scene…….
Police say this man crashed his vehicle into a gas station, stole a banana, then fled the scene.


Let me write that again.

1-He crashed his car….repeatedly, mind you…..into a gas station.

2-He stole a banana

3-He fled the scene

Basically the same sentence was written 3 times.

And still it makes no sense.

I only have one question.

Who knew convenience store fruit was so tasty that it is worth stealing for?

Crash car. Steal banana. Flee scene.

Too much time playing Mario Cart is the only sense I can make out of this nonsense.


Please…Don’t DIY

Give Good2begone remodeling, construction and home repair a call
when doing it yourself didn’t end up like you envisioned it.


We will make it like you envisioned it….and you can tell your wife you did it yourself.

555-4663. Just to make it easier…

That’s 555-GONE


Lights taped to a hanger?

Aye dios mio.

If you have a “honey do” do list.

Don’t make it a “honey don’t EVER do list”

Call Waiting 3- Altered States

To start this story from the beginning press “here

The world of sleep has not been kind to Patricia, since the death of her husband.

She was afraid to sleep.

You see..her husband called, right before he boarded the 4 seater Cessna to let her know that his buddy and he were going to test fly the craft before his friend decided whether or not to buy it.

She was napping and missed the call.

It was the last call he would ever make.

The plane had engine troubles at 10,000 feet. The cabin filled with smoke. The pilot panicked and became disoriented.

The plane slammed into the ground, killing both almost instantly.

Sleep was not her adversary.

But on this day, sleep won out and her world would change, once again.

In her dream, she was walking down a dimly lit hallway. At the end of the hallway, there was a door. The door to her bedroom at the home she and Macy recently moved into.

As she walked towards the door, she heard voices. The closer she got to the door, the louder the voices became.

She heard a man yelling and a woman begging him to stop.

A chair crashed against the door causing it to rattle on the hinges.

Followed by a scream.

Patricia reached the door and paused….

She reached for the knob and grabbed hold of it.

She took a deep breathe and began to turn when she heard an exclamation from the other side-


The name “Penelope” sent a chill up her back. She thought in her dream state….

“Penelope….isn’t Penny short for Penelope? Is this the woman who talks to my daughter through that old phone?”

As she finished the thought, she turned the knob and flung open the door.

The room was silent. There was no broken furniture. No Penelope.

Only the man was there and he was sitting on the bed sobbing….holding a gun.

He was talking to Penny even though she wasn’t there.

“I’m sorry, honey. I can’t tell them what happened….and I can’t go on without you….I….just….can’t….”

Patricia watched as he raised the gun and placed it in his mouth.

She started to run towards him and reached out to grab the gun.

The closer she tried to get…the farther away he became.

She was suddenly outside the bedroom door that she flung open.

Simultaneously, the door slammed and the gun went off.


The noise of the gunshot made her suddenly sit up in her bed and open her eyes as she yelled,


She awoke in a cold sweat and a panicked state of mind.

She would swear the smell of gunpowder was in the air.

She looked around and began to access not only her dream but the reality that she awoke to.

She got out of the bed and began to head into Macy’s room to check on her.


Her heart sped up.

She turned her head toward her nightstand and stared at the old time phone, with the severed cord, as it beckoned her to answer.


To be continued….

Call Waiting


Patricia and her daughter, Macy, have just finished moving into their new house. Well….it wasn’t new but it was new to them. The bank had foreclosed on the home they previously lived in. Times were tough, but they weren’t going to just give up.

She found a house in the local classified section of the newspaper. It was a fixer upper but the price could not be beat…rent to own at that.

They decided to start taking boxes out of the garage and distributing them to the rooms that they were supposed to go into.

Mom’s room
Macy’s room
Dining room

After getting those done, they were left with 2 stacks of boxes.

Macy’s toys

There was not an issue with the attic boxes. The issue was with the mass amount of toys. Some she had outgrown, but refused to part with. Others were broken. Stuffed animals, board games. There just wasn’t room for all of them.

Patricia decided to have “the talk” with Macy about them.

“Macy, honey….”

“Yes, Momma.”

“We need to talk about this stuff before you unpack it all. I would like you to go through these 4 boxes of toys and decide what you really…really need to keep. Here is one big box. The ones that you absolutely have to keep, you can put in here. The rest we will put into the attic.”

“But Momma…..that’s my stuff….I NEED it all! I can’t just decide to not play with things any more….I never know when I might really…really want to play with something. Please don’t make me choose….” Nine year old Macy pleaded.

She hated to tell her daughter no, but there just wasn’t room for it all. Her plan was to put the unchosen toys in the attic and each month retrieve one of the boxes and take it to Goodwill or some place where they could do something with them.

“Nope. 1 box is all you get. They will be in the attic if you ever really need them, Macy. I just don’t want them all down here. You have one hour to fill your box. Hop to it little one.”

Macy opened all 4 boxes and stood over them. For the next hour she painstakingly worked on filling 1 “big box” from 4 bigger boxes. When the one box was full she had 2 1/2 boxes to go into the attic.

“Good job, sweetie! Now let’s take them up to the attic….you know what, I haven’t been in the attic yet. Are you ready for a new adventure?” Patricia asked.

“You know I am!” Macy replied.

They each grabbed a box and headed up to the top of the stairs. Patricia opened the door. Her nose immediately took notice of the stale air that escaped.

“Whew….no one has been up here in a while! Stinky!!”

“P-U!” Macy added as she waved her hand in front of her nose to attempt to rid herself of the smell.

Patricia flicked on the light switch and then proceeded into the room with Macy directly behind her.

“Momma?….What are those dusty boxes in the corner over there. I thought you said you hadn’t been up here…”

“I haven’t, honey. The people that used to live here probably forgot them.”

“Can I look through them?” Macy inquired.

“I suppose. You do that while I bring the rest of the boxes up, ok? Watch out for spiders….BOO!” She said as she poked Macy in the back, making her shriek.


“Just stay up here I will be back in a minute.”

Patricia headed downstairs to get the rest of the boxes and Macy made her way over to the boxes that the past residents left.

The first box had picnic dishes in them.

The second box had old school books in them, some had torn off covers. Most were scribbled on.


Macy heard what sounded like a phone but she knew her Momma had a cell phone and it didn’t sound like that.

“Macy…are you ok? You look lost in thought…” Patricia asked as she came up to drop off some boxes.

“Did you hear a phone ring, Momma?”

“No…mine is still in the car on the charger.” She replied a bit puzzled.

“I’m going to get the last boxes but before that I am going to make us some lunch. You wanna come help me?”

“Could I stay up here please?”

“Ok…you will have to come down to eat though.” She said and turned back down the stairs.


She knew she heard it that time…it seems to be coming from a box on the other side of the room. She followed the noise.


She opened up the box, and saw what looked like a phone from those old time movies Momma liked to watch. At the base it had a thing to turn for the number, a long cylinder with a thing to talk into at the top, and a cord with a thing in it to put to your ear.


She decided to answer the old ringing phone.

“Hello….Macy’s Attic.”
“Uh-huh…we just moved in.”
“Sure…I will be your friend.”
“How do you know my Momma is about to..”

“Macy…lunch is ready.” Patricia yelled from downstairs.

“Wow…are you magic or something.”
“K…I won’t tell. It will be our secret. Bye!”

Macy put the earpiece back onto the receiver and headed downstairs for lunch.

As they were eating their grilled cheese sandwiches and chips, Patricia asked her daughter a question.

“So…Did you find anything interesting up there?…..”

“…..ummm….no not really…” She sheepishly replied as she swung her legs under her chair.

“That doesn’t sound too convincing…what did you find?”

“Well….I did find an old time phone…..can I keep it?” She excitedly replied.

“It’s not yours honey. They might come back for it.”

“I promise to not break it and and if they come back for it I will give it back…I will even put ALL My toys up there and leave them if I can play with the phone…PLEEEEAAAAASE, Momma….”

Patricia had a parental decision to make. Let her child trade all her toys for a left behind old phone that may make her happy or….

She thought about it for a minute.

They have both had a tough time in the last few months since Macy’s father died in the plane crash. Trying to adjust to being just the two of them has been hard and she really has not been able to afford to give her anything she really wanted.

What could it hurt for her to keep the phone? She hasn’t heard her plead for anything in a while. It was nice to see her so full of glee.

“Ok…you can keep the old phone but if someone comes back for it you will have to give it back to them.”

Macy smiled and pumped her fist.

“YES! Thank you Momma! Can I take it to my room now?”

“Your welcome, honey. Yes…but only after you help me take the that box of your toys to the attic.”

Macy jumped out her chair and ran to do what her Mom had told her.

After the toys were stored away she retrieved her old time phone and took it to her room and shut the door behind her.

She placed it on her desk and stared at it…..wishing for it to ring. She fell asleep waiting.

Patricia came into the room and tucked her little girl in, turned on her nightlight and gave her a kiss goodnight. Then went to bed herself.

Sometime during the dead of night Macy was awakened….


She picked up the receiver,

“She will be mad if I wake her up…”
“I don’t understand….what fire….”
“Ok…ok…but she’s gonna be mad if I wake her up…”


She exits her room and smells smoke. She runs into her mother’s room, jumps on the bed and yells,


Patricia groggily opened her eyes and was about to scold her daughter for waking her up when she too smelled smoke.

She jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. In the den she saw a flame ignite the curtains. She grabbed the fire extinguisher, pulled the pin and sprayed it at the wall. The fire was extinguished fairly quickly. Only the smoke hung in the air.

She looked at Macy still stunned and perplexed and asked,

“How did you know there was a fire, baby? It had to have just barely started when you woke me.”

Macy scratched her head let out a sigh and replied,

“Umm….I had to go the bathroom…when I came out I saw smoke so I went to get you…..” Macy replied with a lie….but she promised to keep the secret.

“I’m so proud of you, honey!”

Patricia tucked her daughter back into bed and went to turn off the breaker that coincided with the plug that started the fire. She would call an electrician tomorrow to check all the circuits.

Macy pretended to sleep but was really waiting for the lady in the phone to call. She wasn’t waiting long.


Macy picked up the receiver to the ringing phone and spoke to the voice on the other end,

“I don’t like to lie to my Momma…please don’t make me do that again.”


“How did you know about the fire?….are you like an angel that watches over us? I’ve seen them in movies…do you have a halo and wings?”


“You are not an angel….but you are LIKE an angel? I don’t get it. I will ask my Momma about that.”


“What do you mean she won’t believe me. If I can hear you, than so can she….right?”


“Ok, ok I promise not to tell….what is your name so I know what to call you?”


Macy giggles, “Penny…that’s a cute name. I gotta go to sleep, Penny. Good night.”


Macy hangs the receiver back onto its clip and drifts off to sleep.

The days and few weeks that followed were relatively normal. Patricia started working from home updating medical transcripts, and Macy continued building a relationship with her “not really an angel” friend, Penny, by answering her old phone when it rang.

The faulty wiring was fixed and the house was becoming a home.

As Macy was busy finishing her artwork in the Winnie The Pooh coloring book, her Mother walked in,

“Macy, honey….I’m going to go take a shower and then we need to run into town and run some important errands, ok. Please get out of your jammie’s and be ready, ok.”

“Ok Momma”

Macy put up her coloring book and headed to her room to change.


“Hi, Penny. What’s up?”


“But Momma says we have to go….”


“But Momma will be mad….”


“No, you haven’t lied to me before….I’m always the one who ends up lying….”
Macy said in her best pouty voice


“No I don’t want anything to happen to Momma and me. Ok ok I’ll do it.”

Patricia got out of the shower and went to go check to be sure her daughter was getting ready like she asked. She walked into her room… Macy

She walked into the den where Macy was when she left to take a shower….no Macy

She began to call for her.

“Macy…come on honey. We have to go I don’t want to get caught in traffic.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. As she continued to look around, trying not to panic, she noticed the back door open.

She ran outside and caught a glimpse of her daughter running out the back gate holding the phone she got from the attic.

“Macy Ann! You better get back here!” She yelled as she pursued.

Macy hid behind an old discarded dog house that was in the alley and tried to catch her breath.


“My Momma will find us if you keep calling!” Macy pleaded


“Ok…about 5 more minutes then I will let her find me.”


Macy had no idea how long 5 minutes was. She just stayed hidden until her Mother found her.

Patricia was out of breath….and patience when she saw her huddled behind the doghouse.

“Macy Ann you stay right there!” She frantically yelled.

She came up to her, put her hands on her hips and began to verbally scold her.

“Do you know how worried I get when I can’t find you?….I have already lost your father and I could not bear losing you! Why, Macy, Why? You never leave without asking! I told you we had something to do! Now I have to wait until later. Do you know how hard it is to make ends meet? Well…answer me!”

Macy’s eyes began to water as she knelt.

“I’m sorry Momma….I had to do it!”

“What is that supposed to mean? All you had to do was get into some clothes and wait. That was all you HAD to do!” She angrily stated as she took a hand off her hip, grabbed Macy’s little hand and lead her back to the house.

Patricia sat Macy on the couch and expected answers.

“Why, Macy?” She asked sternly

Macy paused then threw caution to the wind and spoke the truth…

“Penny told me to stall you so we wouldn’t leave when you wanted to.”

Patricia looked at her daughter with a quizzed look.

“Who’s Penny, I don’t know a Penny.”

“She’s the lady who calls the phone from the attic. She told me about the fire before it happened and to stall today. I think she is from Heaven.”

Patricia slowly replied,

“Penny’s…..from…..Heaven?….look young lady I don’t know where you got this cockamamie story from but that old phone doesn’t even have a wall plug on it….it’s an old phone that doesn’t work. And because you refuse to tell me the truth to why you hid from me, you are grounded from playing with that phone. Leave it here with me and go to your room until I tell you to come out.”

Macy grudgingly gave the phone to her Momma and said as she sulkily went to her room,

“She said, you wouldn’t believe me.”

Still upset about her daughter and having to wait to go into town, Patricia turned on the TV to calm her nerves.


A multiple car pile up has occurred on the freeway. This footage was taken from our traffic can a few short moments ago. More news to come as details become available….


Patricia turned off the TV, a bit shaken, and looked at the old phone that sat on the table next to her.

She got up and went to ask her daughter some more questions….it had to be a coincidence….didn’t it?

Macy was sound asleep on her bed.

Patricia went back to the couch and laid down herself.

After a short while….the dreams came.

I wrote this a year ago under the title “Call Forward“. I left it unfinished after 2 parts.

It’s time to finish it.

Part 3 is in the works….

The No Brainer

If you have ever lost your mind…check eBay…you just might find it being auctioned off.

Here is a story out of the great city of Indianapolis, courtesy of USA Today-

Police: Man stole brains, sold them on eBay

Bill McCleery, The Indianapolis Star

Authorities say David Charles, a 21-year-old Indianapolis resident, is accused of breaking into the Indiana Medical History Museum multiple times last year and stealing jars of human brain tissue and other preserved material. A tipster who paid hundreds of dollars on the online auction site helped bring the organ entrepreneurism to an end.
A San Diego man who had bought six jars of human brain tissue off eBay for $600, plus $70 shipping, called the museum after noticing labels on the containers and suspecting some kind of skulduggery, according to court documents.
The museum’s executive director expressed dismay that anyone would steal the museum’s artifacts. The organ tissues come from about 2,000 patients whose remains were autopsied from about the 1890s through the 1940s.
Charles faces charges of theft, marijuana possession and paraphernalia possession, according to court documents. Investigators also are looking into the possibility of additional charges, said A.J. Deer, a spokesman for the Marion County prosecutor’s office.
The museum director, who is grateful that much of the stolen material has been returned, said she spoke to the San Diego man who paid $670 on eBay for human brain tissue.
“He just said he liked to collect odd things,” she said.

My faith in humanity has dwindled just a bit more after reading this.


I mean…seriously…’s ok to buy brains off eBay…it’s just not ok to buy STOLEN brains off eBay?

What category are brains listed under anyway?

Under skull apparel?
Spinal cord attachments?
Intelligence enhancers?

And….what’s up with the guy who was buying the brains?

He was just let off the hook because he likes….odd things?

Uggh it should be a no brainer…if you need one…you don’t go to eBay…you go to a head shop.