Brian Moseley, Chief Suspect

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February 07, 2005

the curse of millhaven

(note - i have no cousin named Gabe, but everything else about this dream seems uncomfortably familiar...)

Subject: dream about you...
From: wb
Date: 6:18 PM
To: bcm

The scene opened in a tavern of some sort. It had a wooden, old pub feel,
but it was also quite large. I noticed you across the room and walked over
and said hi. You were with a group of about three guys. There were also some
girls nearby, but it wasn't clear if they were with your group or not. One
of the girls was quite attractive. She had medium to shortish brown/black
hair and was dressed in a dressier outfit than the other girls, but she had
a black scarf that looked sort of old and worn which made the outfit seem
casual. She had a distant sad face and wasn't talking with her friends.

You and I started talking. That girl over there is attractive, I said. She's
my girlfriend, you said. Beth. My eyes grew wide, oh really. I asked for how
long and you said a few weeks. We were drinking and put our drinks down at
the same time. Inside the dream I don't recall ever being at the bar before,
but I somehow knew the girl. I've seen her before, or know her from
somewhere, I said. What I remembered about her is that she had two sisters.
Isn't she the one with two sisters - they are like an inseparable group? You
nodded and said, the sisters died a week ago. That's awful, I said. How did
they die, a car accident? No, you said, they were killed.

Our drinks were finished and you walked outside. I followed. It was night,
not too cold. The road in front of the bar was cobblestone and it was thick
with vegetation, a spring night perhaps. There was the sound of water
nearby. A small bridge was across the road and down a bit from the bar, you
walked in that direction. I followed. I asked questions about your
girlfriend, you answered a few.

Once we got to the middle of the bridge you stopped and looked down. The
sisters died here, you said.

Shit, I said. We stood there for a minute, looking down at the river which
was hard to see in the dark. How, I asked.

You said, I killed them.

You what? You killed them?

You nodded, I killed them. Cut both their heads off.

Why the hell did you do that?

They were against me dating Beth, they hated me for some reason and were
doing everything they could to stop me. So I had to kill them.

But doesn't Beth know it was you - how did you kill them?

They were standing here, right where you are standing. It was while everyone
was in the tavern. They were plotting against me and my cousin provided me
with a sickle and I got a running start and dashed up and sliced their
fucking heads off in one swoop.

Brian, what the fuck, you might go to jail.

You shook your head. The heads fell into the river - I pushed the bodies, my
cousin was below and took care of them so nobody would find them.

Aren't you a suspect?

No - I was back inside the tavern within 5 minutes, like I was taking a
leak.

I stammered - You were only dating her for like two weeks - how do you know
she is worth killing her sisters over?

She's worth it, you said.

I started to wonder why you were telling me this - I started to get a bit
nervous for my safety. You started to walk to the other end of the bridge. I
followed again. There was a rough path that went all the way down to the
riverbank. When we got down there you pointed up at the bridge and made a
line down with your finger, the path the heads took.

A man's voice said hello and I turned, scared shitless. There was a guy,
even taller and bigger than yourself. Wearing overalls, looking similar to
you, but with darker hair, a thicker beard, a rougher crazy version of you.

You said, meet my cousin Gabe.

I put my hand out but your cousin had his hands full - in each hand was a
large, sharp circular blade saw. When he saw that I was surprised and
nervous he smiled a wicked little grin. Clearly he had some idea that you
must have told me the story.

You said Gabe, lead us home. Gabe took off at a fast pace and we followed
behind. I was getting scared - why did you tell me this secret, why did you
bring me down here. Then again, you had no reason to kill me or tell me the
secret just to kill me and I trusted you somewhat.

I said, You trusted this guy to take care of the bodies for you?

He has lived by the river all his life - he knows how to do shit.

We stopped at Gabe's little hidden workshop in the woods. There were all
sorts of blades, saws, knifes, hunting gear. You picked up a browned blade
sharpening stone. Gabe, don't you think the police would be interested in
this, soaked with head blood? You guys snickered. Then you threw the stone
into the river.

We kept walking and then up a hill that the river snaked around. There was
an cottage, in the English ye olde style. Covered with moss, like something
from a fantasy novel or role playing game. It was lit by candles and had
smoke coming from the chimney. It was cold so I was eager to go inside.

There were women and other relatives inside, including your mom. They were
all dressed in old style clothes, like in a period film. The interior of the
place was all wooden cups and old stuff. We sat in the kitchen eating rich,
stale bread with warm butter. There was a stew on the wood-fire stove.

I made eyes towards your mother asking if they knew about the sisters.

You said, Sort of.

We sat and had a family meal. I still was in shock but started to
contemplate whether I thought I should turn you in or not. As I was thinking
this I started to get paranoid that everyone could tell what I was thinking
and started to notice little things in the conversation, trying to decipher
them as key words to get the outsider and cut him up. Gabe was near me at
the table - he was big enough to just grab me across the table. He could
have me pinned down and stabbed in seconds. So I made an effort to remove
what I was thinking, what I was going to do or the crime or anything else
from my mind and just eat and drink.

Then the alarm went off - 5.30 - time for a.m. work out.

Posted by bcm at February 7, 2005 08:12 PM

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