7/2/17
A fool's errand
Augustās wasp stunt did not scare off the police. Iām not sure why he thought it would. But the investigator who knocked on my door today to thank me and see if I was ok, said today will be their last day in the house. Thereās nothing more they can find. He couldnāt tell me anything, of course. Only that he didnāt suspect anyone else in the neighborhood should worry. Thatās the comfortable conclusion to come to, and I canāt fault him for it, but I wished I could tell himā¦
For now though, I think August is done haunting. I drew the Six of Pentacles today and it sent him careening into the dark and twisted halls of his past.
āThe Six suggests prosperity and growth.ā He was silent, floating in the corner like a tweed balloon.
āAugust?ā As I watched he slowly descended, his feet silently hit the floor.
āIāve just remembered something about my time in Deadwater.ā He tapped his chin and ran a hand through his seaweed green hair.
āOk?ā
āI have treasure there.ā
āTreasure? Are you sure you arenāt getting confused?ā I turned back to my desk. Without a sound cold fingers slipped around my throat, a gentle garrote of icy ectoplasm.
āWriter,ā he hissed in my ear, tightening his grip on me. āWe are going to Deadwater. Now.ā
āTomorrow. What good will a treasure do you anyway?ā Iāve ceased fearing him. Thereās no point to it. If heās going to kill me, heās going to kill me. And I doubt Iāll see it coming when he does.
āFine. Tomorrow. You'll need a shovel.ā
And he was gone. I was left to ponder this foolās errand.