AUG-27-19---
Mrs. Beasley rented me a grand room containing a lumpy bed and moth
eaten blankets. The room is the same size as the room I was given by
the bastards that said I was looney. That will be a word I'll not use
often with my own lips, as it is a very dirty word.
Mrs. Beasley is a lovey large woman just ripe for the picking. I lick
my chapped lips every time I see her, and I see her often through
the little hole I made in my bedroom wall. I always seem to catch her finishing dressing or bathing the left side of her body.What were the chances mine
and her bedrooms were next door. Just ripe for picking.
Mrs. Beasley tells a tale of a missing husband at A young age. A
right fool if you ask me. She said Father and husband didn't get
along. The husband went missing a few months after they were
married, never to turn up again. So, the only way to make ends meet
was to rent rooms.
There are other guests in Mrs. Beasley's house. A large house her
Father used to own. As she said, her Father was a renowned Surgeon
and respected scholar in the medical field. What Mrs. Beasley don't
know is what is stored in the basement of the house. Something I
stumbled on when I was looking to get rid of that nasty cat of hers
I was experimenting with sassafras and arsenic.
I rather felt in awe of a master, it seems. Pure genius, the bastard
was. I accidentally touched a lever of some sort and the wall of the
cellar moved. It opened up to a new dark and dank room. What I saw
was completely and utterly beautiful.
It was about twelve of these wonderful human sculptures. Several
people with animal body parts. One woman had the legs of a goat. A
man had the head of a deer, antlers and all! But my favorite to have
been the man split in half, sewn together with the right side of a
woman.
I wonder what Mrs. Beasley would think if she ever stumbled upon her
Father's passionate art?
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