lawn-circles and ...

it was a spring day in nineteen-eighty-one, one of those days when for a moment or two the air has no motion, I was standing in the backyard by the flower bed along the fence, as I stood there thinking to myself how pleasant it would be if it always was a spring day without a breeze in the air a breeze came up to break the spell.

the breeze continued to grow as i stood there and bits of sand were hitting me as the air began swirling around in a circle and was increasing in strength as if to make up for the minute it was absent. it had grown to cover the patio and the umbrella in the centre of the table began to rattle in its socket, then the wind began to open it up, and all the while more was grit hitting me and the swirling bubble of air was now getting strangely hot and spinning so fast it was lifting the umbrella up and out of the table. i grabbed the pole and held it back but the force of the wind was so strong now that it was tugging on the umbrella and as i was on my tiptoes already and it was getting difficult to breathe in the centre of it all, i decided to let go out of fear it might just take me with it if the wind got any stronger.

i let goe of the umbrella, it went up and over the roof of the house next door, i turned and bounded up the steps into the house up the inside stairs and through the kitchen to the living room yelling that the umbrella from the patio table had blown away over the neighbours house, and as my parents and sister turned to look at me with a what is it now look on their faces, there through the window the umbrella was twirling into view as it fell from the air onto the front lawn, they turned in time to see it falling. there was a woman pushing a baby stroller on the sidewalk, she didn't seem very disturbed by a large patio umbrella falling out of the sky on a mild spring day. after i brought the umbrella around back i noticed the lawn had been pushed flat at the edge of the patio, near where the bubble of air had seemed to begin.

one night not a very long time after that incident when my parents had gone camping for the weekend and my sister was at a friends for the night, i had a strange dream. in the dream i woke in that way that one feels something has disturbed one into waking, i was lying on my left side and i could see a person standing over by the writing desk, it was me, standing there watching me in bed. then i switched places with my double and was watching my self laying in bed asleep with my eyes closed, and from beside the desk i could see that my double hadn't been watching me but a thin long fingered hand that was slowly rising up from behind me as i lay there asleep. as i watched the hand stopped and began to retreat back down behind the bed.

the hand almost got all the way out of sight and then i found myself back in the bed and though seeming to be asleep i could see my double standing there by the writing desk and this time i knew what he was watching. i lay there unable to move, and began to think if i didn't get back in my doubles body whatever was attached to the hand would grab me, and then i was back in my double and i could see the hand of the creature and part of its face, which was akin to something out of a brian frode painting, again rising up from behind my body and then retreating as i watched from beside the desk, and when it had almost gone out of sight i found myself back in the bed where I could see my double watching me laying in bed asleep while the creature reached out its long fingered hand to touch me.

the event repeated itself again with me seeing myself over by the desk and then i was in the double by the desk and this time i could see more of the face and the arm the hand was attached to as the creature reached out to touch me, then as though it knew i could see it the hand and face began to retreat. i watched my self lay there asleep in the bed till whatever it was retreated a part of the distance it had the second time. then i found myself back in the bed but this time i could not see the double by the desk and began to panic as i imagined the creature raising higher over my sleeping body and getting closer and closer as i couldnt get back over by the desk to make it back off.

my only hope then seemed to be sliding out and away of the bed as fast as possible but i seemed paralyzed and couldn't move and as the tension grew i was finally able to turn as fast as possible on to my back and throw the blanket over whatever was there, as I did this I realized there was nothing there and gave up a startled laugh.

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mouldings--doric

mouldings at the top of a column. below the convex saucer-shaped moulding two smaller projecting groups of three mouldings, one a concave quarter circle, one fillet-faced and one a convex half circle make two collars around the column. above the saucer a flat tile with a broken corner is topped by another set of small mouldings the lower one a cyma recta and above that a fillet.

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bike cycle

a person riding a bike slows down and comes to a stop at a bike lockup post, he gets off his bike and locks it to the post. as he leaves he stops and turns and looks back at the bike to make certain it is locked to the post something he does each time he locks up the bike now since he lost a bike the year before by not having the lock around the post and the bike frame. as he does this two are females walking by him and one says to the other "and now he takes two steps and turns and looks over his shoulder". and they both giggle strangely.

a couple of weeks after that incident he left his bike locked to a bike post in the same area and when he returned and unlocked the bike and began to ride south on yonge street he heard a clattering sound from the rear fender. he stopped and took a look back at the wheel and could see a piece of wire about the thickness chicken fencing is made from it is stuck in the tire. he gets off the bike checks the tire from which he can hear the air hissing from and removes the wire, the tire goes flat. so he pushes the bike to a bike store where they change the inner tube.

a couple of months later he returns home one night and parks and locks his bike in the space inside the hallway used for that and goes down stairs to his room which is below the hall area where the bike is locked up. one of the other tenants who lived upstairs liked to leave the front door open all night "to get a breeze he said", that night a few hours after locking up his bike he was laying in bed reading and thought he heard someone up in the hallway moving his or one of the other bikes, he was going to get up to go and check and then the sound stopped, and he laid back to continue reading, that was when he heard through the rooms open window a sniggering giggling sound coming from the general area of the public sidewalk at the front of the house.

when he went upstairs to unlock his bike in the morning he got as far as the front step before he
understood the back tire on the bike was flat while the tires on the other bikes in the hall were ok. so
he pushed it back to the bike store and they changed the innertube and the tire which had been slashed. a couple of weeks after after that incident he began to notice people stopping in front of him on the sidewalk a little ahead of the back tire of a bike locked to a post and then turn to look at the back tire of the bike.

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