Nursery Crimes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Inspired by 'Gregory Griggs'.

Chapter 23 (v.1) - Show-time!

Submitted: April 21, 2018

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Submitted: April 21, 2018

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Gregory Griggs, Gregory Griggs

Had twenty-seven different wigs.

He wore them up, he wore them down,

To please the people of the town.

He wore them east, he wore them west

But he never could tell which he loved the best.

 

Show-time!

The man that walked through the town was a stranger. Short black hair, cropped close to his scalp, clean-shaven and dressed smartly. No one had seen him before, they were certain, and yet there was something so familiar about him.

Was it how he walked? How he stood? Someone so.....smart, certainly stood out.

The talk at the local pub was all about the stranger. Who could he be? What did he want? And also, where did he go? One minute he was there, the next he just seemed to vanish.

One of the regulars knew all of the answers but he was keeping them to himself.

A few days later another stranger was spotted in town. A hobo, a tramp, something like that from his appearance. His hair was straggly, matted and in need of a good wash. His smell kept everyone even further from him than they would otherwise have been. And his clothes were ragged to the extreme.

His presence there was a mystery. He did not enter any shops, or pause to talk or chat, not that he would have found anyone willing to pass the time with such a one as himself. Once again, he just seemed to vanish.

Who were these strangers? The townsfolk began to feel slightly under threat. They began locking their doors, closing their windows, and some even became suspicious of their neighbours.

There passed several weeks when no strangers were seen at all. Everyone was familiar, safe, and soon the population began to relax. Once more, the town became a friendly enough place with lots of chatter, socializing and general ease.

A man sat in the park, all alone. The mothers with their children eyed him suspiciously but he did not even seem to notice them, so intent was he on feeding the ducks and the swans. He sat there for several hours then walked off, without seeming to notice anyone that was around him.

That evening, a stranger, again, was the main topic of conversation in the pub. Some thought he was depressed, that he was considering throwing himself in the river, while others thought there was something much more sinister behind his presence in the playground.

The door opened and in walked the sheriff. He walked up to the bar and ordered his usual pint then turned, greeted the regulars.

“What do you reckon, Greg?” asked the barman.

“To what?”

“The guy that was hanging round in the park? Do you reckon it was innocent, or what?”

The sheriff took his time about answering. “Well, it’s certainly worth being careful, but he didn’t do anything did he, so he had as much right to be there as anyone.”

There were a few frowns around the bar, but it was true. The stranger had caused no offence, just tension.

Finishing his drink, the sheriff walked to the door. “See you all tomorrow. And don’t worry, just stay alert.”

Once back in his house, Sheriff Gregory Griggs grabbed a quick snack before heading upstairs to the big box he kept underneath his bed. Still so many looks to choose from; which would he pick for his next day off?


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