Brock put on his night gear… dark clothes, dark hat, balaclava, gloves, bright white sneakers, and… his absolute favourite! The dark lantern he’d stolen from the museum!
In the ancient days, dark lanterns were used by night-time thieves! They were like other lanterns except all four sides were covered by doors! When they used them, they would only open the door pointing toward what they wanted enlightened. Thereby not being “visible” from behind or sides…
Brock knew exactly where he was going too! He’d been planning it for weeks! They were finally out of town for a few days!
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His lantern shone around the room, and its light fell upon a glossy book, slightly faded with age, lying in a basket, by a little bed.
Inexplicably his whole body felt a wave of fuzzy texture that he felt through the ends of the hairs on his head! He stumbled a bit. And sat down on the edge of the bed… he looked up sharply, and a shock shot through his body, then he quickly calmed himself! He was unnerved! He didn’t understand what was happening to him.
He picked up the little book. Its cardboard pages were worn, and dog eared. He flipped through the story, and voice inside his heart could be heard, softly speaking its text… cozy warmth and solace and peace flooded him for a moment… a feeling that was at the same time strange but also familiar and fantastic like a spectre!
Sweat broke out on his body… his lantern tipped over, and the little candle blew out… he freaked and ran through the house, Stumbling into and knocking over furniture… burst through the door, and into the dark deathly quiet night’s streets, all the way to the tree fort just above The Big Dipper on the Monkey Trails…
Panting, breathless, he fell into the rags there… and he was soon fast asleep… and had the same recurring dream…
Running Down Vimy 