AMONG THE MOST BIZZARE

A Tale of trances, and weird happenings.

This issue #89 of HARD BOILED press is quite unique in that the feature article is going to be about one of our past articles. One of the main articles of last Fall actually. For those of you who were not fortunate to purchase that issue it was the main article under the title; “20 NIGHTCLUBBERS GO MISSING.” (#77) That it was the most macabre affair is arguable, but perhaps just one of the many type of cases you get reported into our publications.

In line with the mystery surrounding that article two persons, perhaps regular readers of our press wrote in as to their knowledge they could give to solve the case. Now our editors have compiled information from key sources surrounding the events around these persons. The next half dozen of issues #89-95 will be a series reposting material on this case. Each issue will contain at least a page of the portions of letters that was handed in to our editors when the events were fresh.

Stay safe readers, and as always stay SANE.

Yours truly

Chief editor: M.K.

THIS ISSUE no.#89

20 NIGHTCLUBBERS GO MISSING

FORK-IN-THROAT ANTICS TAKING LOCAL CAFÉ’S

LEGO BUILDING STIMULATES ROBBERIES

1ST LETTER From Issue #79

My name is Markus. I work for an ad agency you see. I was looking for some local people who I could survey on the need for subscription school channels. This was my mission, I hadn’t been to thetown centre in more than six years but I heard that this was where trends are set and this was also where the school I was working on was being surveyed so I had to be there. What was unusual was that prior to this event I was invited to a certain club, but I didn’t know why.

On my second night there I was waiting outside in the town centre opposite the campsite. During this wait I saw a girl I thought I knew.

I wasn’t far from her, I followed on.

Trance I

Three boys were jogging together, but not exactly together; one was in front of the other by about an arms length. The boys were a distance from other joggers on the track, yet they were together themselves. One of the guys seemed to have a flush through his face like an idea hit, and then the one behind him took to something he said, and then they picked race leaving one of them behind with his head down. The one left behind was actually attempting to pick race but to no success, then he must have heard something buzz past him, a pattern of noises in synch. He looked down to the socks thick, and fuzzy inside the shoes of another. Not one of his pals their back turned to him, but he raised his head, and picked race perhaps to catch up with the person. Whoever they may be.

MORE CASES FROM THIS ISSUE

CORPORATE INVESTORS RISE IN HAUNTED BUILDINGS

BATS FOUND IN JEWELLERY SHOPS

2nd LETTER From Issue #79

She slowed down near this petrol station, got out of the cab, I got out, followed on as she headed towards what was signed PERYL LANE. This PERYL LANE lead to a building with the light on, on one floor only, the bottom floor. I watched as she went in sulkily. The place looked like it was being made over, or had been hard done by. I waited a few moments like before, nothing happened so I went in. There was music,

From a distance it seemed like a lighthouse balancing on barren land. She was a few dozen metres away from me, but there were too many erected walls outside leading to the building, it was easily to get lost, but I had no such luck. I was ambushed, withdrawn by strong hands holding me down to the ground. I was blindfolded “what is this,?” I said through my clenched teeth; “who are you?” one of them said?” “I thought of something to say; “me with gel” they stood me up, found nothing but a pencil, notebook, and Dictaphone, they became silent, “what’s this for?” one of them said heavily. They moved me to the side, and pulled a pass from my coat, V.I.P. ENTRY I was inside. They left me blindfolded. I listened round the place what was it? A disco, nightclub, blah. Blindfold off, and I walked round the place for a bit, it had many booths, corners where one could chill on their own. Most of the customer’s heads were facing the walls.

One in particular had their back turned to me in such a still state, I wondered if they were real, if they were going to move. I had my eyes kept on this one, and I was going to approach, when I saw that under my drink which I hadn’t touched had a note, I took a gulp, then read the note, the note said DON’T. I turned around to see who wrote this; “excuse me what is this?”

Trance II

A boy is walking down the outside school corridor to class. He takes a zigzagging path where he could be clearly seen by those in the upper floors of the school building. He looks up, and sees two girls looking outside a window. One of the girls, the short hair blonde is pointing at him. His attitude shows that either he is not familiar with the girls or that they aren’t really good mates. He stops in his tracks, they are merely talking, and not shouting so he cannot listen to their chat. He turns his eyes towards the stairwell leading up the floor where the girls are, the other one of the girls, the tan skinned one goes silent. He picks up pace again, and walks on by through the passage way to the schools’ garden away from them.

MORE CASES #89

LOCAL SCIENTISTS LINK AUTUMN BUG TO KLEPTOMANIA

CITY MILLIONAIRE EXTORTS FUNDS FROM DEAD PEOPLE

3RD LETTER From Issue #79

It was then I saw the girl in the polka dot dress. The one I saw opposite the camp site at the town centre. I rubbed my eyes, “you give me dis?” I approached her with the note that said DON’T. I touched her, her shoulder, and she drew away.

I took out my pad and pencil, held out my hand; my name is, M…. it is my job to make note of things. I told her that I was; “following you becos you seem familiar, and I haven’t been here since years...” and that she had a familiar look, and that I “also have a friend probably lives in the area.”

At this stage I was expecting her to turn my seat around or else come in front of me, but no she didn’t do either of those things, perhaps she didn’t know what to do, so I said; “could I buy you a drink?”

I took out a tenner slammed it in front of the tender without even looking. I was off to my seat when I noticed my hand was caught by this girl, before I turned it was thrown back to me, with a note in it, I looked at the girl, and nodded, the note said:

“shhhh you are so like N.O. maybe we’ll speak later.”

I was about to leave the club when I noticed two new things. One was that there was no toilet in sight. The other is that some infra-red dot had been placed on me all night, and now it was starting to bug me. “where is the mens?” I said to the bar tender, she pointed to some dark corner where I headed, it was complete blackness I felt for any solid matter but found none, what was worse was that I heard whispers, and that infrared light was still on me, I got my guard ready but the drink relaxed me too much I decided to drop on the only solid matter the ground itself, when I woke up I was in the catacombs again.

Trance III

On a hot sunny day on a soccer pitch a boy is in goals putting his right hand on one of the net poles. The soccer ball is all the way up on the opponents side with all the other boys clattered around it violently looking for a kick in. the opposite side are in the direction of the school’s cafeteria building, but where the boy is in goals is nearing an oval of grassy pastures of about two and a half soccer pitches around just before the road that leaves the school. Suddenly the ball is kicked towards him, he reaches for it but it just goes over the right pole, and out of the players sight. The boy turns to get the ball, he walks a bit towards a bunch of trees massed together, then he stops and navigates the whole oval of grass around him, then treads again to where the trees are, sees the ball which is still in motion passing under the tree. He picks race to get the ball, and when he finally gets to the tree the ball further slumps downhill. The boy follows the ball until he is out of sight of his playmates. “Markus, Markus,?” his playmates called out. “where has he gone?”

MORE CASES FROM THIS ISSUE

IDENTITY OF TOP KEN KI KLAN DOJO MEMBER REVEALED

MAN DIES OF HEAT EXHAUSTION FOUR WEEKS LATER

TEENAGER SLICED IN-TWO FROM FRIEND’S SAMURAI DEMO

4th LETTER From Issue #79

I was wrong I was not in the same catacombs of sidewalls because my car was nowhere in sight. I tried walking through the dark mass barely street lighted. I was going to cross a road when a car slowed towards me, well more of a motor-home than a car, and window pulled down,

“sir M sir…” a voice said; “do you know where I may find a note that said DON’T.”

“what?… eh im just coming from there,”

He opened the door signalled for me to get in, I got in. We drove off. “em where are we going?” He looked straight ahead, I took to sleep, I got slapped. He had a crumpled hat. His hair greying was tearing sideways on both sides. He eyes could barely be seen under it, but his bushy moustache, I didn’t notice it a while ago.

I noticed we passed my car, I said “hold it,” he didn’t respond. Before I knew it we were parked at some abandoned zone. “here” he said; my name is Doctor Quay –pronounced KEY - I need to go to the bottom of that school building, stay here.

He said to me wait here, we were by a local school, which I didn’t know existed there. He somehow broke into the bottom floor of one of the rooms …I wondered what the good doctor would be doing at a school at this hour of night.