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Beyond Bizarre : Stories of the Strange and Surreal
Get ready for a very weird ride with these ten stories. Each is designed to chill your spine as you wander the border land between fact and fiction, reality and imagination, reason and insanity. Aliens, vampires, ghouls, ghosts, zombies and unbalanced lunatics all await you within these pages. A terrific assembly of twisted tales for Halloween or anytime.
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Double Dragon Publishing
March 31, 2003
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Excerpt from Beyond Bizarre by Bill Wilson
The first time he saw it George didn't think that it was all that strange. Nothing wrong with a fellow wanting to keep his laundry dry, is there? But the next time, when the sky above was clear, he began to wonder what was going on.
George was an attendant at an all-night laundromat on Atlanta's south side. The neighborhood wasn't so great, and he had seen his share of nut cases during his ten months of employment. But there was something particularly disturbing about the individual in question. It wasn't just that he was odd, though he was definitely that. There was something unnatural about him.
The person in question was actually one of the "Soap & Suds" best customers. He came in ever other night, usually around two AM. George had first seen him right after he started the job, on a cold, rainy evening in January. As the wall clock had struck two, a puke-green AMC Gremlin pulled up to the building.
Its driver, a lean, long, lanky figure, had gotten out of the car and walked over to the passenger side door, opening it. He was wearing a black trench coat that almost touched the asphalt, dark leather boots and gloves, and a tall gray hat with a huge drooping brim. The stinging precipitation pelted him furiously, but he paid it no attention.
He lifted a large laundry hamper from the vehicle and carried it into the building. Paying no attention to George, he went straight to the nearest washer. As he did a peculiar odor followed him, an antiseptic scent that reminded George of a hospital.
He watched his mysterious customer carefully as the fellow lifted a gray sack from the hamper. Slowly and very gently, he began to empty its contents one at a time into the machine. Each was wrapped in a silky, silvery material, some sort of washing bags that prevented George from seeing whatever it was they contained.