"A Pox on anyone Daring to Rest upon My Seat, and May Violence Rage upon their Head, even unto a Quick End!"
T. Busby (18th Cent.)

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A #WRITCO T. HORROR SERIES

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A MAGICIAN'S WARNING

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As I stood there, dangling by a rope barely able to touch my toes to the hardwood below my feet, the Marshall cried out my Crimes.

"As the Fair Gentleman has Confessed his Crimes against the State, and that of Humanity; Namely and Grossly that of Counterfeiting and Murder, I Marshall M.N. Ghana Sentence you unto Death by the End of a Rope until you so by Perish!"

Funny how you remember these things best, just before the very end. All that 'life flashes before your eyes' just a contrary to distract from the real terror set before your eyes. And as I made my last plea, I suppose, yeah, maybe I did see something trivial. But, all in all, I did not care. For my life was miserable from the start, to a conclusion I really could not care.

"Does the Condemned have any Final Words?"

With what little moisture I had left to the tongue, I moistened my Lips and cried out:

"Anyone," I started as I began to choke.

"Anyone who resides in my Chair, my 'Busby' Chair at the Tavern, so shall that soul, be it he or she, then be required."

"And as I was finishing this first part, the Oar fell loose, taking me Straightway to the other side.

But I would not abide. Reliving the same Horror, for an Eternity. Busby's Ghost

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I just don't know, maybe it's from a former life, who really knows. But that Dare I took upon my very own Head, though Dreadful, has become my Living Call. For, although Death tried to claim me Multiple Times, still absconded had I. And not by Reason nor Attempt.

By Design.

So too then, I took to tempting the Fates, and became sort of a Magician of Sorts. For as the Blades and Twine often looked to bring me to my End, they would Skewer and Posit themselves elsewhere beyond Understanding; and Marvel the Crowds.

And the Monies were Showered!

Mind you, I lived a Life of Solitude by Reason of the Shadow of Death (I did know of my End) so I Engaged not in Marriage or Prostrations until long after the Dare; having then believed it mere Fancy.

Maybe it was the Whiskey.

But when I took a Knee asking for her Hand, a Hollow Limb fell upon the Dirt beside her and buried itself into the Heart of the Earth, as a Stake.

I told Maggie then, No; for I could forsee my own Fate too, would be upon her Head.

But my Soul Burned for her, Night and Day. Finally, when my Urges could no longer be Denied me, I said:

"So the Lord calls to our Souls in this Wind," I began. "Take me as your Husband and you shall want, Nevermore!"

Yea, her Voice was caught in her Throat, but she nodded with Approval.

We set the Date in 1884, and on the Day of our Nuptials, a Bullet Graced our Occasion. Missing me and my New Wife, sailed far-long into the home of a Pie Maker into her Breast, it killed her instantly.

"Sweet Jesus," Maggie cried out.

It was at this Moment I did Hazard telling her the Full Story, the poor Soul.

And she did then Curse the Day of my Birth.


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TBC

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"What is the Purpose in Life? We have all been Wrong in our Responses. For the only Meaning in Life, is to know our Own Conclusion. And, once we know this, Life comes to a Quick End!"


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