HOUDINI'S HANGAR

If you would like to plaster this thread with story's and such re this firm...good...
If you want to give people the heads up , company bits you find etc...again please do, I don't expect any keyboard warriors to get involved , it's safer to talk about the iluminatayyyyyyyyyy, than actually do something obviously, so ...

Good.
No totaly useless rambling on for hours about nothing slowing us down lol....
Because that's all it does....
Ever wondered why the donation button gets hit by private funding groups you fuckin divs.

 

Ok,,
I will need a bit of help....

If you are a uk tenant (limited to uk)
We would like to hear from you.......especially if you use British gas as your supplier.....
Also if you have had any dealings with a UK company owned by a particular person I know is , (well that will keep lol)
The company's name is......iINGEUS

RATHER ODD that a company that deals with the unemployed and is registered in the same street as the Bank of England as head office.....but it's registered in wales.....of course there will be a totally plausible reason for this,, and it's total BOLLOCKS

I KNOW WHY...
the problem is when you go after them they will jump straight behind the old favourite"I couldn't possibly comment on a individual case" because of various things , they say that for obvious reasons...
So we are going to take that excuse away ,,,, aren't we,, with your help whoever you are....

If you have the balls and nothing to lose.....I'm ya man.....
Promise......
I will go up to them in the street...I will do it with a camera , and if any security try and touch me I will warn them of the two meter rule which I will observe, if they don't, it's gonna be a total fiasco, I will make sure it is such A mess it will get in the main news....ok mr security man....and trust me , I won't be alone .....and my boys are far worse than you trust me....

So don't touch me, don't get within two meters of me, I will then exercise my right as a human being to protect myself....
I will be asking questions , if you assault me, you WILL regret it....

Ok ,
Talk to you soon , thanks....
Oh obviously don't put your details here , pm me ....
Ta

 

What did they see?

 

ok update on this,

Lots of registered letters later...
I suddenly get offered a position on the scrutiny panel for a very large metropolitan housing association....
I said yes,, good chance to put some of the bits back I have taken for profit....
So I accept the appointment, it's not money or anything (stipen exspenses ) usual...
Anyway, a letter then comes saying they are very pleased I accepted.....
And in with the letter is a contract or undertaking heads of agreement , whatever you want to call it....
The "contract" states that I cannot enter into any personal political disputes with any of the suppliers of services to the association.

Lol.......
Have a guess or should I say gas........who is a supplier...

I will continue with my previous course ...
I put the contract down my pants for a few hours , then folded up and sent it back....
And that person who opened it just found that out, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

 

It became very dark, no moon...


That night other things came to look...... to look at new life of sorrow to join them in their turmoil...

They misty creatures of the background wondered, who, what person has fallen so far that they create a being... of such pathetic Foulness!


They circle, they were there and not there.... The thing watched in the darkness, the thing could no longer tell whether it was frozen with fear or cold...


As they passed, it could only see them in the corner of the eye.... they moved in a round way.... they seemed to bend with the curve of its new home and the eye at the same time...


Then one came down towards its face ...it stopped dead.

then looked straight into its eyes....


The it could not believe the terror it felt... as the being moved in towards the face...

The air froze, the sound from its mouth came as breath does , then turned to dust and fell to the floor... As the dust hit the floor it turned into creatures it had never seen and these creatures began to slither up its frozen body... Some climbed up was left of the rags which were once clothes... as they did, small spikes stuck in its now rotten flesh.


With every breath more fell and crawled slithered.... up its cloth into its eyes and mouth ... some of the crawling ones pulled the edges of its ears back to allow the slithering ones to go in.... as they did they burned cold....


The face of the being came close... closer... until it was right in front of its eyes...


The bridge, the fields , the town.... all faded from view.... the world was gone... then a snap....


Its eyes went milky white and dead...... the transformation was complete... it was spat from fear...... a Troll......


Morning came.....

The troll had become like rock.....


Only its treacherous thoughts and feelings remained animated... other than that... it looked liked any other rock...... well..... it was a rock, that a person would look twice at, a dog would go out of its way to sniff... then growl at, for no apparent reason..


The type of rock ,

that looks like something,

Something everyone has their opinion on.


The sun...


Came out and the washing was hung outside the houses... The sun never reached the troll....

The smells of the fresh washing , the smells of life, the town, those small but important pleasures are gone now, for the troll....


All the troll could do, lurk within the circumference of the bridge....

It could see all from whatever vantage it chose, within its limits, it wasn’t a floating thing... nothing so pleasant... no.... Think of it more like a smell that cannot exist to far from the source of the stench itself...




A cart came bouncing down the road layden with several people, all ages and sizes...


It stopped at the bridge and some got out and said we will walk, to get out bones back in the right place... The cart moved on to town .


The three people walked over to the wall and sat on it, stretching and cracking their limbs.... a woman.... two men…

The woman said.... “that was an awful journey.” The men agreed.... one said it could have been a better journey if it was for a more palatable reason.


They all nodded..


The troll listened.....


The woman said her sister had only called for her because it was definate, even though they all prayed...

The troll heard that word.... They believe in that, it thought.... why not my faith, what I would say with my ceremonies..... That’s just the same.... Why didn’t they show me the same glory and reverence....?

Not that it could remember what it was...before being consumed.


The travellers arrived at the place, they saw the midwife and her sister smiled, even though it was not the time to her it seemed.....

The children ran up and down the main road...they ran as far as the bridge..


The little girl said “lets spit over the edge”.... The boy looked impressed, they went to spit...


When they were dry, they stopped, felt thirsty....


They went down to the waters edge, they knew to drink from the stream where it babbled and flew past with current.... not from the pools of stagnant water...


As they did the boy notice the rock....

He looked back at the girl...


He ran over to it.....

Climbed on top....

And shouted look "I’m the king of the castle " "you’re the dirty rascal"


The girl looked up , "Yeah and you still wee the bed in ya castle Kingy"....


The boy stamped on the rock, “mum said you were not to say such things"


The rock , moved slightly, he didn’t notice in his temper!


The girl did, she thought for a moment like her aunty.... that thought that thinks it’s not a thought but still makes itself present...

"Get down! " she shouted in a stern voice...


He laughed, the boy..

She said it again... in her best mum voice...


But the boy grew angry, unreal..... he roared at her....."Your just like auntie, your a witch"...


The boy looked shocked ,the words came from him... he loved his auntie and his sister... he thought..... why did he say that....

The girl looked puzzled........ why was he just standing there like that she thought..


He said "sorry"...and jumped down....."sorry " running towards her "I didn't mean it. Don’t tell mum"..

The girl looked even more bemused “tell her what"

The boy didn’t know what to think, but it was a horse bearing a gift.... so he said nothing and ran....


The girl followed him....


It was getting dark...

Home by dark......... be up with the lark…

We all know that.....even rocks.




to be continued...

 

The troll is not what you think...



No, there is a big misconception about trolls.... The old ones named them...


We know the earthly story about trolls, all naturally assume that’s how the troll got its name…

No.


No the old ones named it.... I say an it because trolls don't have a gender...


They only care for one thing..... pain.... not stamp on your toe pain...no...


That is fleeting and sharp.... the troll likes long drawn out pain....


The troll likes ethereal pain, pain to the soul..... The soul can’t hide from anything that happens to it.... and it bares the scars of all, forever....


That’s the pain a troll lust's after......


I say lusts.........not wants , needs, no, lusts after it.... that’s why they are sexless alone in the heart.....


Because the knife of life is thin.... and on either side of the drop is love and hate....


If the soul can’t achieve love it turns to hate........ there is no suspension.....how would time work, if so.....


No, the trolls’ soul is black on the whole one side.....

All it lusts after is the suffering and anguish of other souls.... balanced souls...... are extra special in flavour....... kind and caring... there pain is the best...

But the confused forlorn or just lost souls, they taste of everything a troll thinks it deserves....



The troll, waits under the bridge on the way into the town...


People stop on the bridge .... children, to play poo-sticks.. adults to discuss there lives as they watch the flow go under... It makes a philosophical moment for the mind and problems can be explained to your fellow water gazer...


The first troll....


That was an accident.... isn't everything....

The troll was not a troll ... it was a person.... The person kept lying and getting caught in there lies......Everyday the lies were more ludicrous... until one day it cost someone something... and they expelled the liar.... It’s one thing to be a story teller and another to be a liar..... don't you think?

The difference is a smile, or a frown......


The person walked from the town.....

As with most towns in these story's there was a river to cross, the river had a bridge ...


The person walked towards the bridge swearing never to lie again....

The rain started and it poured, the person ran to the bridge... down the side to the river... went under the bridge to get out of the rain and sat....

The rain continued.... precipitously.....


As it rained and rained night drew in , it became cold, very cold...there were no trees or bushes to burn...so the person sat....cold .......

all night the person sat and in the morning couldn't move, the blood had stopped...the sinews stuck ....


As it sat stuck under the bridge, away from the light it couldn't move into the sun...

So couldn't warm up....

Then down the road came the first visitors of the day, walking to town...they stopped on the bridge....looked down the river towards the town...

They spoke , unaware of the wretched thing that lurked beneath them....


The man spoke to the woman of a child, he said to save the child worry it doesn't know off the thing that's wrong with it...

It was the midwives child, it showed promise in art and more thoughtful things, which made its definite demise even more painful.


The stuck one under the bridge listened...

Listened to the plight of the child.... as it listened it did it with anger...... why doesn't anyone care about me it thought..... if they cared about me in such a way, I would not be here, it's there fault I'm here, it thought....


As it listened its lipped curled, the brow grew a v.


The people continued on to town, the it couldn't move ....

It longed to find out what is to become of the child, what will the kind people that expelled it do for the poor soul...


Night fell and it was colder than before.....


That evening two old men stood on the bridge, immediately the nasty one knew of the intention, he listened as they spoke , as he did..


One of the men had a round hat, the other a triangle...

The man with the triangle hat said he didn't like the way things looked, he had done all he could with talk and walk ...

The people had started to listen to the good midwife in matters of heart and home, and to boot, was doing a good job with wise and homespun good sense...

The man in the round hat said that his wife did not like the meat he brought home from the butchers, she said it was tough and hard to chew.... The man in the triangle hat said, what had this to do with the subject of the midwife....

The man in the round hat said he had bought cheaper cuts as his purse was lighter each passing month...due to the midwife.....


They looked down the river towards the town.... the lights of the midwives house reflecting on the meander in the town.....

They wrinkled their faces in tandem...

Just then, the eavesdropper below, opened his mouth, to say that he too had no love for the midwife, it was her that first told him off for lying...

It was her who tried to talk to him and tell him to stop it for his own sake....it humiliated him he thought...

But when he opened his mouth no words came out, he tried, now he couldn't speak he was so decrepit ..... as he tried he cried “damn that midwife!”... at the top of his lungs as loud as you can scream.... and nothing, except as he said it, the man in the round hat thought he heard the man in the triangle hat say the words, and the man in the triangle hat thought he heard the man in the round hat say it..


But neither moved their mouths..


In his screaming in his mute state the thought of pure anger self pity and vengeance came from him to them into there minds eye... They said it in their heads , but both thought the other had really said it....


The two men looked at each other, and nodded, yes , damn that midwife....

The creep grinned, he may not be able to move from his spot.....

He may not be able to speak.....

He may not be able to eat or keep warm....but....


He could do this.....



to be continued....

 

Thank you @Ms Lovely Vicious III

 

Anybody ever visit his tower?

 

The friend said...

Well,

let me see.

You are not a nice man

You are a nasty man

You became nasty when you realised you had a size advantage

You had no father to teach you that power was a responsibility, not a weapon...


Then you proceeded to get what you wanted by more or less taking it... from the weaker than you...

Then your wife finally had enough of your bullshit and ways, and she left you

Taking your daughter.....


This made you feel angry and vengeful.....


Then she found someone else and you were humiliated

Because he had been more successful than you in life....

Not by smashing and taking from smaller...


No, he did it with wit and style....


You then started trying to forget about it...


You became bitter, lost your job....

Because of that bitterness

To much for anyone in charge of your workday...


Then you were stuck

Here

In this cell of a place....


So you became electric....


You whiled away the hours looking at the land.... Judging the terrain... Realising your anonymity..

The second chance arose....

You thought, I could start again...

Didn't you....

The man raised the magazine, the other smiled.

The thing nodded.

The friend raised the magazine... The speaker held up his hand...

The thing cowered ...


Where was I, yes, starting again...


You did...

You went to an electric friend finding machine....

It found you some people to see...


But you spoke to them on the cables and wires and they didn't like you....

Well why would they?

Look at what you ooze....

This made you even more angry than before...

So you turned on them....

Made their lives a misery for not wanting you....


A single tear started to well up in the things eye...


Then you found you liked it didn't you... watching them cry and ask why?


You liked the taste of it, didn't you...


The thing nodded


Yes, the power,

It, nodded again....


At which point the thus far un-animated friend lunged forward and kneed him square in the face..


The friend speaking looked at him,shaking his head slowly.

The man stepped back to his position, in apology, for interrupting..


Well, said the speaker....

You have upped your game haven't you,

That widow you tormented hung herself three days ago..


And you even trolled that didnt you......


The thing didnt move....


The speaker stopped..

Looked up at the glass panel above the door...

It was getting light....

People would be in the hallway....

Going to work....


He looked back at the thing....


He leaned down, the thing lent away...

The speaker said...


If you own an internet connection again...

We will know...

Thats who we are...


The friends electric....


Remember this fact....



The speaker went on......

If you do decide to return........

We will come to where you are.....


And I'm not a very good dentist.....I'm afraid...


They all stood up... And in one move were at the gate,

then the car,

then gone...


A bird tweeted...


All was well...


As they drove down the motorway in silence the car started to glisten and cracking noises could be heard...... Flashes......

They were gone...


As they walked out of the cloud,

Across the field....

They saw the people....

The widow had gone..... but her name wasn't....


What was left of her life carried on and the people carried on,

Waiting for the next time....


Waiting for the stench to return...


But so did the friends...


Only they waited with glee.....


Its fun for the friends electric.......


That's what the new man at the office said......

As he told them about his new wife and his wonderful stepdaughter...




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In the light of the doorway stood a child...

The child enquired after her father...

The mans face returned to human....

He said... well your daddy has a terrible tooth ache.

Oh, said the little girl.

yes, said the friend..


He called us to come and help him...


hmmm, as she thought.... are you a dentist, she added....


The friend said

Yes, I'm a dentist. Why can't you tell

All my patients say I look like a dentist.. He grinned..

The girl smiled... he smiled, some more....

He said, why don't you go back to bed

As he did, he leant back and gestured towards the it....

The it winced a smiling face...

When we are finished

Daddy will come and show you what a good job we have done...

Again the it agreed with a enthusiastic nod.


She nodded,

Then returned...the door to her room left slightly open....



The friend turned to his associates... they all looked at each other.....


It was going so well, they thought...


But wait the faces had all changed.......


The thing on the settee, looked at the them.... its eyes pleading...

The friend withdrew the coffee table literature.


It choked out, the always word.......PLEASE!


How many times has that been said and fallen on deaf ears ...

39 to count.... thought the friend to himself.



But this time was different.....

There were small ears present..... paying attention...


The friend in the chair swivelled back round returning to his exact and original position...


Slowing down as he arrived there...


When he had

He stopped for a moment..

It seemed an eternity,
To the, it.

The friend with those knowing eyes, looked right into the thing.......


He said, we should go outside, his eyebrows raised very high.....

They all agreed this was a great idea, enthusiastically....

The air would do him good

After his procedure....

Yes... it would make him feel much better .....

He could say goodbye, while out there...


Off they all went out the door of the flat and, into the hallway..


The thing sat on a chair next to a pay-phone with a lock on it.


It sat there... in its robe and undercrackers...


Its head in one hand and its elbow on the table the phone was on.


It looked up holding its throat....


Yeah it was big, but fat... out of shape.....

But was used to being a bully.... the men knew that..... its easy to spot in moments...


The friend who gave him the reason to hold its neck said..

Why dont you tell me who that is....

It said its my daughter... She stays with me every other weekend....

She is the only reason I live here....


Its near her mother...

And her new partner....


The man stopped him... He said... The new partner ... Tell me about him...

The thing said he was a nice man , kind...


The friend said...... So everything you are not....?


The thing knew it was rhetorical from the moment it was said...

The friend said, have you been respectful to this man?

The thing said no...

The friend said, have you given this man reason to think you will hurt him, or do something to his wife?


The thing nodded...


At that point the friend standing to left of him whacked him round the head with the magazine he was still holding....


The thing said, yes, yes i have...


So, said the friend..... Let me take a stab at what is happening, may I...


The thing nodded, the magazine friend hit him again,

The thing said, yes...

Immediately it was hit again, much harder...


The thing understood, it was all going to be rhetorical questions from here on...

 

As they approached him standing in his place at the top of the stairs,

he nodded at the house....

They all smiled....


They waited for people to put on the dinner and the kettle...

They waited for the eyelids of the hardworking to shut

Then they waited some more.....


While they did,

The great and good from the magic electric kingdom

relayed to them, there had been no return of the beast.....
All was quiet....



They of course knew this......didn't they..!



The lights went out, the windows misted up, the cold came

The friends stirred themselves....


They let loose there ethereal angst .....

Their faces, changed to the grim.....

The eyes darkened.... hardened....... what came next was no place for soft eyes....


They approached the house, all three in a line down the centre of the road

No need for any stealth now.....

They will do what they say, anyway..


Just time.....

That is the factor of the moment.....

The decider.....


How long they would have until the light sleepers awoke.....

And pushed buttons.......

In turn how long the before the buttons brought the robots.....


That was all now.......

The only factor....Victor....


They approached the door, now in darkness,

As they did a security light came on....

They arrived at the door

Looked at the camera, and pushed another button...

The light went on on the ground floor....

Some dull thuds were heard and the door opened

The thing stood there belligerent ,

As it did, the man standing in the front of the quiet triangle extended his arm straight out with such speed the security camera missed it....

As he drew it back from the things neck pipe..

As it clutched...

They entered, it stumbled backwards grasping its throat.... choking quietly...


They were lucky........ for once........ they were in....... they had it..... it was incapacitated.........
The second of the men pushed and shoved the thing to the open door of the downstairs apartment......


Inside they pushed and tripped it onto the settee....

The last man,

Who was the first man

Looked through the gap

As he shut the door...


He sat down in the opposite chair.... to the settee....


One of the other friends sat down on the legs of the thing

The other grabbed its wrists

Turned them opposed to the joints

Bent its arms back over the armrest on the other end of the settee...


The thing just choked as the first man removed his gloves ....

Smiling politely

He asked the things name....


The thing choked out some words.....not the ones needed...

So again the man said

What is your name

We may have the wrong man

If this is the case

My friend there holding your arms will let go..... I will then stand up.... and give you ten thousand pounds...... This is a fact.....


But if we are right....

And I will say we have not been wrong thus far....

You will be having a night to remember...

So, would you like to play.... or shall we just look for Id in this flat?

In a vigorous and somewhat mischievous manner...


The thing nodded...

It said its name.........

Oh dear, said the friend

That means our reputation remains unscathed......


At which point the man sitting on its legs

Brought his fist down squarely on the things nose...

A loud crack,

Blood everywhere...

As it gargled a scream...

The same man stuffed a magazine in its mouth

Which he had been rolling up, while the familiar scene continued to unfold in front of him....


Suddenly behind the man who spoke a door opened

He spun round in the seat already starting to stand...

As he did, he obscured the scene behind him...

 

The men walked along the street.....


Surveyed the area ....

Considered the situation....

How long they would have

Who they would have to deal with..

What tactics, legal or illegal , they would have to deal with...

Maybe none.


But they know never prepare to fail..


Turning their heads together apart like cameras

As doing so they attracted no attention....

They were not impressive in stance or size.....

Just so........

Just average.


In fact the only thing that was of note about them

They were all in suits..

Sunglasses in top pocket..


They returned to their car..

Twenty meters down the street was a house...

It was the biggest house in the street, but not a single dwelling..

These were flats, a cheap rough conversion.... Bad sound proofing

Decor on the cheap...


The thing they chased sat in one of those flats....


They waited and watched ....

A man emerged in the evening, he was big, thick set...

He hurried down the street...

Their car started not a word said.... It moved down the street.... Just far enough back
Not be noticed...


The thick set man got into a taxi, it moved off down the street,


Their car backed into its space

They emerged,

Went straight to the flat, one of them ran a finger down the bells with the names on paper..
checked the name address,

They looked at their photographs...



Yes this is him ,


No doubt.


They went to a local restaurant, and sat to eat.....

Knowing "it" has to come back sometime....



When they had eaten they went to a shop and bought some tobacco....

Returned to the street

Their car was parked in .....


But not to the car...

They stayed on the main road above,

At the top of a long flight of stares, they stood

The stairs led to the road below which emerged from under the one they stood on.


They rolled their cigarettes and smoked....


The traffic moving behind them, one looked down at the house....

One looked up the main road the stood on...

The last at the road below them...


One turned and tapped another

A taxi was approaching....

Down the main road, indicating it was turning right down the hill to the road below, it passed their backs, and turned.


They waited...

It did not round the corner as anticipated, at the bottom...

One walked that way, one walked another..... and one stayed there.


A police car came down the main road, it slowed in the traffic and the occupants glanced across at the lone well dressed man.....

No need to stop......

The occupants thought....


No baseball cap

Or Dreads.......

Money......honest crime.......

They drove on, as the traffic moved.....


The man looked back just to see the thick set man enter the door of the house

His back , same coat.

As it went in the doorway.


The silent friend waited

He waited for his two friends to turn round and come back

Which, they of course did


They were ELECTRIC friends , after all.

 

THE THREE FRIENDS ELECTRIC....


Three friends

were three men

that worked an unusual, work.....

Their jobs were separate

and the same...


They came to the cooler on days in the office ....

The ping pong tournament was a competition for them...


One day a man came

He asked them, as they stood together and laughed, if they would like some more fun...

Fun with an edge ....with a taste ....


They were in this business for the taste and the taste had become sour

The good was thin where it used to be thick, in there deeds....

So they agreed to put the spring back in the step...



The man said, there were people that inhabited a place....


It was a huge place, a field of sorts, with little cover for a vulnerable soul......


In the field, all the people met and shared foolishely there joys and woes....


When the predators came

They just had to hang on to the ground for their life

So they couldn't be held up for the silly things we all do ,

Exposing all to the throng...

For titilation of the loin..


The throng hated it as they watched....

To watch.....

Wondering when

if

it was there turn....

How horrible it would be...



So the man asked the men.... will you come here and wait....


When you see the dark thing rise.....


Could you swallow and follow....


Then sit calmly before a storm of your own making

And watch.....

And when it comes again......

Attack it with vengeance and spite for all the souls..... scratch it, beat it to within an inch of its life.....

Could.....

You.


The men looked at each other....


They said yes... we can....


The day of the day came ....


The hide was set by them men

Them men, sat......

Waited....


The people came about their business....


The day went to near end and a tragedy broke...

The people spoke of it,

Offered there condolences and the widow walked away....

Comforted to a point that her husband was liked and people understood the grief....


Out came the moon, as the sun was leaving...


The people were going home..... nearly to bed...


The temperature dropped..


Them men breathed it in

The cold air

They held that breath...


And it came.....


The stench of the thing......

It grabbed the woman by her very feelings.

The string in the love, for a man ...

Stretched out that delicate string and mercilessly scratched its serrated tongue up and down it

Poured filth on them... her feelings..

The woman screamed......

All the people, didnt know what to do....


But they could do nothing....

Where is it this assailant....

They see her anguish, they know the monster is there...


But as it came it went........ gone......

She was empty,

just a bag of flesh

Any faith in her fellow man, torn from her....


But wait...

In the commotion.....

Of the exit ......

Three in the throng were gone....

They had there sunglasses on...

They could see with these glasses....

They ran the way it ran...

Moved the way it moved..

Followed it to the edge..


Followed, when it stepped into the pipe of filth .......and out of the magic....


To a suburban house in Portsmouth........England.....

 

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Hello

Stop doing that please,it's very annoying,lol

It's a tag, a marker of sorts if ya like.
And wholly uninteresting ....
Psychics much?
Lol

(I can say stuff like that cos I know him, lol)(I'm allowed,it says somewhere)

Go there, monkeyman: Overheard at the Pub

 

Twin is here FDA ?

 

What a class act you are rosé ....