Home Sweet Home

coffee and irish cream

"Dies?"

I poured the Irish cream into my coffee and turned to face those in the kitchen with me.

I love my new kitchen. It is so huge and for some weird reason, it is fully stocked, right down to the salt and pepper. How that is even possible, considering I haven't even been to town to pick up supplies?

Its like someone knows me even better than I do.

Or can read my mind.

I laughed to myself.

Yea like people can read minds.

I looked at the company I had with me.

A talking crow and the ghosts of two young men from the 50s. And, of course, let's not forget Baron van Hummingbird.

So, mind readers looked like a distinct possibility.

But who was it?

Was it Harold?

Was it Calvin?

Was it Russell?

Was it Baron von what's his name?

Where did the suspenseful movie music come from?

I leaned against the counter and sipped my coffee.

Perfect.

"So," I finally inquired.

"The Baron roams the house all night and then every morning at around 7, he comes into the bedroom, moaning and calling out his wife's name. And then he lays on the bed and dies."

Calvin and Harold nodded.

"That's pretty much it."

So, if the insane crows didn't wake me, then the Baron would.

Suddenly, sleeping in, seemed like a thing of the past.

'Maybe there is another bedroom I can use.'

"There is another bedroom you can use."

I glared at Harold and pointed my finger.

"Ah ha. It's you."

"It's me, what?"

"You can read minds," I barked.

Russell started laughing and shit.

Apparently laughing expires his bowels as well.

"Read minds? He is lucky if he can read. PERIOD."

"Hey you. You. You. CROW."

Russell looked at me.

"Some real Einsteins you have hooked up with here, Krall."