Vickie's Vintage: Part 4 At the Bijou
October has been a busy month at the Haunted Dungeon shop in Vickie's Vintage basement. EL: has worked hard and with Carly and Zoe's help they have kept the shop crammed full of stock.
Halloween Sales are always the biggest this coming weekend, but they still have had many strange happenings.
Night Paris JAZZ - Slow Sax Jazz Music - Relaxing Background Music
(For MORE MOOD----please turn on this recording----very low)
A new sound system, security cameras and motion sensitive lighting have been installed in the 'Dungeon' shop. But, it is still a bit dark outside and very early in the morning.
Downstairs in the Dungeon....
(Ami was the most popular songstress in the near north side speakeasy, The Bijou, and Sonny was the saxophonist. They are still together since 1928...slow dancing to their memories.)
Sonny: Amen, woman you are so gorgeous in this light. I could, will hold you forever.
Ami: It's nice to have some room to dance...remember the ballroom down the street at the Grand....tea dances and private soirees.
Sonny: Hmmmm, yes, you sang like a songbird.
Ami:Your horn sang to me...
Sonny: And, I'm never tired of our private soirees.
Ami: (giggles) You say the sweetest things, always. But, I wish I could wear some of THESE interesting couture. What's that? I hear someone on the stairs.
Sonny: What does it matter, no one seems to care..we'll just stand over here in the shadows and I'll kiss you.
Ami: (Whispers) Whatever is she wearing?
EL: (I know I turned the lights off last night---there is that noise again...please no music in my head today.) Who's there? I have my camera---beware...girl with camera...big threat. (Crap, I'm talking to the air. I need to turn that crystal ball off, it's driving me nuts.)
(The massive crystal globe throbs and strobes in time to the music in El's head. She takes a few photos before she shuts off the 'crystal ball'.) Accidentally she knocks one of the rubber rats on the floor.
EL; Darn I knocked down that rubber rat....eek, they are multiplying.
EL: Just get a shot of the two of them...ha, I'll use it for the last social media post for Halloween. Rats in the Belfry...or ??? I'm totally losing it!
EL: Weird, did they just move, like one was kicked. Dang, there is that cold draft again. Let me get the lights on and check the thermostat.
While EL makes her way to the switches, Sonny and Ami have one last long kiss for the night. They lean into the cabinet melting into the wood.
EL: The thermostat says it's 74 degrees in here...odd it was like ice across the room. Well, EL, hit those lights and let's get that new stock out!
The lights don't respond to the switch, but flicker-- finding our lovebirds snuggling still.
Sonny: I'll leave first, follow me before the lights go on...my angel.
Ami: Sure. (She casts a glance at the jewelry display. )Hmmm---look at these... I lost my favorite necklace long ago.
She reaches again and again, fingers missing the baubles and suddenly the entire display crashes to the floor. Ami disappears as the lights finally go on.
EL: Now what....honestly---now there are lights, (flicker)--still pretty fudgy. (Sigh)
EL: Goodness or Badness---that darn crystal ball turned itself on again????
EL: Great Gobs of Goblins....this is what crashed....it was glued to the counter.
This is impossible!
EL pushes the intercom button....bzzzzt, crackle, ---hmmmmmmmm. She pushes it again.....
EL: Carly are you there....it's doing it down here, again...the whole place is going bonkers. I swear we are haunted. I'm coming upstairs, don't open the doors yet.
Upstairs...in Vickie's Vintage.
Carly: How about we review your photos---and look at what the camera sees. I'm sure it's just the season and all the creepy stuff down there, that has you on edge.
EL: I'm not imagining anything....(looking into the review screen) OMG....look at that!
Carly: What, I only see those icky rubber rats you are always playing with.
EL: I'll enhance it...look...(EL makes some light adjustments on the photo)
Carly: Looks like a pair of shoes and some white fur. So what?
EL: We don't have any white fur downstairs, and all the mens' black shoes have been sold out for a week. The floor is empty, was empty---OMG, what is going on?
Do you hear that???
The lights downstairs flicker and fade out, again....Sonny raises his saxophone to his lips and the music flows, mournful and slow.
(to be continued.........)
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Poor El... I think she needs a Snickers bar:@) Love Carly's outfit! Happy Halloween Weekend Sandi!ReplyDelete
Oh, I agree...she's a tough little cookie, but this is pretty much it for her, I think! Thanks for coming by, SandiDelete