Tag: Dr. Crippen

Curse of the Denizen: 12

Curse of the Denizen: 12

From the abutment where my apartment windows had once been, I watched the fatal dawn. The sun was hugely greater than it had been. Its lower edge seemed almost to touch the far horizon. As I watched I imagined it drew closer. The green radiance that lit the frozen Denizen grew steadily brighter. I saw that the sun was changing shape and shrinking. Gradually, as the world moved on, it seemed the sun had vanished. The Denizen moved into black shadow and all was night. Night, black, starless, and intolerable.

Curse of the Denizen: 11

Curse of the Denizen: 11

“Now I understand, when I died I was on Tao’s balcony, but when I was sent back to earth and came back to life I was on Feng’s. That accounts for my sense of confusion and loss of memory. But now my act of communist witchcraft must be completed, so that the ghosts of Cripplegate’s dead possess the bodies of The Denizen’s ghost home investors, and this cursed building and it occupants are finally destroyed!”

Curse of the Denizen: 10

Curse of the Denizen: 10

The first shamans, or healer priests, in nature societies were women. The first male shamans imitated women by taking on their roles and wearing female clothing. Wherever patriarchy has overthrown matriarchy, even in nature societies, the previous religious power of women is feared as something diabolical; and it was only ever overthrown through the cross-dressing of those who pretended they were man enough to be a woman but weren’t! Once these new emperors were sufficiently emboldened to throw away their lipstick and skirts, the priestess was transformed into the figure of the witch. There is, of course, a link between the original she-male cross-dressing shamans and homosexuality. The gay male shaman and chicks with dicks who didn't want to get down with male power were turned into heretics.

Curse of the Denizen: 7

Curse of the Denizen: 7

I paced up and down, pondering the tale as Lik told it. I saw how from his point-of-view it looked like Chan must be the murderer. I remained convinced Woo was the killer and ultimately she would butcher me too in an erotic rite of eldritch significance. Still there was something in the whole business that was currently beyond my comprehension, which would show that the deductions Lik drew were erroneous. And while I knew it was Woo who’d killed Tao, Chan’s mad as hell triad associates could just as easily be put in the frame.

Curse Of The Denizen: 6

Curse Of The Denizen: 6

In my vision I’d seen my angel lovingly murder Tao. I’d seen the political slogans written in blood on the wall. I’d heard the woman's laughter and although I had a clear recollection of looking around me, I had seen no one else. Yet all the evidence pointed to the dead man's brother being present. Was there lurking deep inside my subconscious a love that dare not speak it’s name? Ultimately would I find it more erotic to have my life snuffed out by a man? Was this why I bought and hung on the walls of my London apartment Xiyadie's paper cuttings depicting tormented gay desire. Pictures I didn’t dare hang on the walls of my properties back home!

Curse Of The Denizen: 5

Curse Of The Denizen: 5

I scrolled through to the end of the very long and angry screed without bothering to read it word for word. I decided not to look at dozens of other unopened messages with headers such as: The Denizen Really Sucks, Taylor Wimpey Ripped Me Off, Taylor Wimpey Unfinished Estates Shoddy Workmanship & Crumbling Homes, If This Is A Luxury Apartment Then I’m The Queen Of Sheba, and The Denizen’s Feng Shui Is Killing Me. I wanted to die during orgasm but the daily flood of complaints from my fellow ghost home owners were a depressing distraction from my erotic fantasies.

Curse Of The Denizen: 4

Curse Of The Denizen: 4

“Feng what's the matter? What's this murder Edgecombe’s told me about? Good grief! What’s that anti-Masoist rant written in Tao's blood on the wall? Shake in you shoes bureaucrats! Stalinists denounced by the ultra-left indeed! No wonder Lenin branded left-wing communism an infantile disorder! My God, this whole building has such terrible feng shui! I wish I'd never bought an over-priced so-called luxury apartment in The Denizen.”