Strange Things are Happening at the NYC Roof Top Bar.

Strange Things are Happening at the Roof Top Bar
The strange atmosphere was so thick at the hotel roof top bar one needed a butcher knife to cut through it Tonight was the yearly Halloween party. The bohemian patrons talked glibly among themselves. They chatted mostly about
Hallowed Eve. One of the guest,Auntie Carol mentioned she believed in reincarnation. That she was in a past life a Titanic victim
That notion she confided in her friend made her think of herself as being utterly fearful of even putting her toesies in the Atlantic Ocean at the shore. This was the evening the guests believed was the eve where the spirits were set free. That anyone could sense a spirit of something not quite right. Virtually everyone including the young personable bartender was conscience that this was no conventional night. The bar was filled with practically every square foot with bizarre knickknacks. One of the strangest was a set of four brass hands on the wall with a light bulb in the palm. The fingers reached out to whoever was there. As if one wasn’t careful they would grab you and never let go.

There were a number of deer heads, organ grinder monkeys twisted in grotesque positions Lady Lynda and Auntie Carol wondered why they picked such an eerie place. The ladies smiled with delight as they saw the many patrons visitors in their Halloween costumes. Some women were dressed as vixen witches and men as sexy warlocks. Others in a number of colorful costumes. The forty-something couple dressed so stylishly in the height of style in the era of the Titanic caught their attention the most The woman was dressed in a silk high waist bodice and flowing skirt. Top part of her evening gown to the bottom of her breast was done in the most intricate brocade that resembled songbirds all a flutter On her neck were 1910s style diamond necklace with chunks of jewels of white brilliance. Attached to the necklace were more diamonds with one of them dangling centrally down. Her pearl hued elbow length fancy gloves went well with her dress. Her curly hair was in a topknot that showed off her soft dove like eyes. Her features pert. Her male companion was the height of fashion for that era. On his head was a black stovepipe hate. His hair was dark brown, parted in the middle. His “Arrow” style starched collar complemented so dashingly his vested suit and matching navy with white pin stripes suit. The Titanic couple seemed to Lady Lynda and Auntie Carol rather out-of-place being dressed as the expression goes to the nines in this unseasonably warm weather. It looked as if authenticity was the couple’s first priority

The mood at the chic rooftop suddenly grew quiet. If was as is the guests there was anxiously waiting for a quite important announcement “We’d love to shake everyone’s hand here….to show our hospitality to you all.”We’ll start with these two women dressed in the latest 50s fashion”
the woman announced. Lady Lynda and Auntie Carol gushed with pride. As the two friends and colleagues shook the partner’s hands they immediately felt cold clammy flesh. Toze’s wife and Herman Emma’s partner explained the coldness as a sudden drop the drop in temperature. At least she hoped that was the reason. The two women nervously perused their surroundings. The lounge furniture, the bohemian retro knick
knacks, the glam chandeliers seemed the same except for the sudden icy cold gust. Next moment the two dressed to the teeth in the height of 1912 fashion perused the room. As they did so lights suddenly flickered. The fingers of hands with the bulb in their palms made grasping movements. Many of the patrons including Auntie Carol, Lady Lynda screamed screaming. Virtually every heart leaped. Some tipsy guests wondered if they only imagined
what was happening to them.
The cassette tape played the 50s song “Little Demon” by Screaming Jay Hawkins. The chorus of nonsense syllables sent chills down the listeners spines. Hawkins with his high pitched shrieks and sudden moans sounded as if he was summoning demons. “Hard as a rock, dry as a bone… Big or little, know that I will take you home. I really don’t like it…ain’t nothin’I can do. I really don’t like it… I’m leaving it to you.” The song fit perfectly the spooky milieu of the rooftop bar.

The customers rushed toward the elevators. Just then Auntie Carol as she ran to the elevator noticed the hypnotizing cluster of jewels on the Titanic women’s wrist. Their power overwhelmed her. She strove to escape but soon realized it was futile. They were calling and she must do their bidding. Auntie Carol was compelled to follow the ghostly woman. “If you follow me you I’ll give you a surprise that you’ll never forget.” the ghost woman told Auntie Carol. Lady Lynda’s friend and fellow etiquette expert was intrigued yet nervous. She was silent trying to see how she should react. Especially when she no idea what to expect. It could be a trap she skittishly thought. She felt her skin getting sweaty despite the cool temperature of the room. All she sensed she could do was to wait and see. She stood there staring at what she understood as the abyss. She cautiously reminded herself that she was in the realm of the unknown and it was best she’d be careful. This was real. It wasn’t a dream.

Lady Lynda watched helplessly in horror as she saw her friend follow the ghostly couple. The scene reminded her of children’s fairy tales where the innocent little girls and boys are lured by monsters disguised as sweet friendly creatures. She observed the spirits softly cooing like canaries at Auntie Carol to come hither with them. She noticed too the man pretty much stayed behind but still holding hands with his partner. “I know where you are taking me” Auntie Carol said in a hypnotic tone to the couple. Hearing what her colleague said made Lady Lynda feel in deep bad humor. Her heart began to palpate. It was too early to tell what would happen next. Where were they leading her? Could she escape in time? Soon within minutes Auntie Carol found out. The female apparition pointed to the clock. “The time will quickly pass. You will find yourself as if surrounded by cold icy water. Then there will be peace. Then you are going to be as before but with a knowledge you never knew. The woman closed her eyes for a moment. She relived her incarnations Titanic drowning. And then she opened them and the couple was gone. There was a sense of peace. The visions were gone never to come back anymore. “Auntie Carol” my poor dear. What happened?!!! Auntie Carol gleefully replied. “ My nightmare is finally ended. I’m free from a burden that affected me all my life. I finally faced my fears. Free at last. No more nightmares of the Titanic as Poe would of
said” for ever more.”

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About Carol Bond

I, auntiecarol69, am a poetry and prose writer. My comic Novella, CATFISH JOE is on Barnes & Noble.com, Amazon.com & iUniverse.com. I have two other unpublished properties, a book of Noir Poems of Tainted Love, a full length novel (LA GITANA) that is about a Machiavellian 17th century gypsy who becomes courtezan to Louis XIV, the Sun King. I got my degree in English & anthropology. It has been as useful as a bullet to the head. I write The Black Orchid, Wanda Lust a & Auntie Carol. Lynda or Lady Lynda creates the Lady Lynda & Seymour Toze part of the BLOG. A brilliant person and my co-writer, Lynda got her degree in art history. We both try not to get historical (hysterical).
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