_
      Watching
     
    
   
   
    
     
        
     
     
         
     
     
       
     
     
         
     
     
         
     
     
        
     
     
         
     
     
       
     
     
         
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
        
     
     
         
     
     
        
     
     
         
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
        
     
     
          
     
     
       
     
     
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
      _
      From
      this
      window,
      I
      see
      all;
     
    

    
     
      _
      The
      busy
      people,
      the
      leaves
      of
      Fall,
     
    

    
     
      The
      birds
      which
      fly
      overhead,
     
    

    
     
      _
      And
      this
      cold
      grey
      night
      from
      which
      I’ve
      fled.
     
     
      _
      All
      of
      these
      things
      I
      truly
      see,
     
    

    
     
      _
      But
      not
      one
      of
      these
      things
      compares
      to
      thee.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      _
      For
      thou
      holdst
      a
      beauty
      in
      thine
      face;
     
     
      _
      A
      beauty
      which
      I
      long
      to
      embrace.
     
    

    
     
      But
      I
      cannot,
      for
      fear
      of
      Fate
     
    

    
     
      Which
      might
      turn
      friendship
      into
      hate.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      _
      So
      here
      I
      sit,
      seeing
      all;
     
    

    
     
      _
      The
      busy
      people,
      the
      leaves
      of
      Fall,
     
    

    
     
      _
      And
      the
      honey
      which
      drips
      from
      Heaven
      above.
     
     
      _
      Oh,
      how
      I
      wish
      that
      this
      were
      love.
     
    

    
     
      _
      But
      love
      takes
      two;
      and
      I
      am
      but
      one.
     
    

    
     
      _
      So
      here
      I
      sit
      till
      this
      dream
      in
      done.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      :
      Anthony
      Chandler
     
    
   
   
    
     
      |
      Notes
      from
      Circle
      Number
      Seven
     
    
   
   
    
     
      _I’mhalfway
      under
      and
      halfway
      above
      the
      ground.
     
     
      _It’sdamp,
      not
      cold,
      just
      sticky
      and
      uncomfortable.
      I
     
     
      would
      like
      to
      open
      a
      window
      but
      it’s
      not
      safe.
      Some-
     
     
      _
      one
      could
      crawl
      down
      from
      the
      parking
      lot.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Earlier
      this
      evening
      I
      went
      for
      another
      one
      of
      my
     
     
      walks.
      AsI
      was
      out
      I
      saw
      this
      bedraggled
      old
      man
     
     
      cowering
      along
      some
      dark
      and
      dingy
      street.
      I’m
      not
     
     
      sure
      what
      street
      it
      was
      but
      I
      did
      recognize
      the
      old
     
     
      man.
      It
      was
      me.
      I
      wanted
      to
      stick
      a
      knife
      in
      him
      but
     
     
      he
      turned
      a
      corner
      and
      disappeared.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ome
      people
      may
      think
      it’s
      funny
      but
      it’s
      not.
     
     
      omorrow,
      I’m
      to
      look
      fora
      job.
      It’s
      going
      to
      be
     
     
      tough
      though.
      I
      haven’t
      worked
      for
      over
      four
      years.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      It’s
      not
      that
      I
      couldn't,
      [just
      didn’t
      want
      to.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Oh
      yeah,
      I
      still
      have
      that
      lump
      in
      my
      armpit.
      It’s
     
     
      Swollen,
      not
      sore,
      just
      itchy
      and
      irritable.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      |
      Darrin
      McCloskey
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      Bizarre
      dream
     
     
      by
      Chris
      McCarron
     
    
   
   
    
     
      It
      wasachilly
      August
      evening.
      The
      exhibition
      -
     
     
      Canada’s
      largest
      &
      cleanest
      was
      in
      Charlottetown.
     
     
      Paul
      and
      I
      were
      sleeping
      in
      this
      cold
      building
      on
     
     
      University
      Ave.
      I
      woke
      up,
      startled
      to
      see
      a
      small
     
     
      green
      light
      which
      I
      knew
      wasa
      ghost.
      Paul
      saw
      it
     
     
      too.
      Then
      the
      frightening
      happened.
      Paul
      saw
      the
     
     
      green
      light
      in
      my
      left
      eye.
      I
      dashed
      to
      a
      sink
      and
     
     
      tried
      to
      wash
      out
      the
      light
      but
      it
      wouldn’t
      budge.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Next
      thing
      I
      know
      Paul
      and
      I
      were
      fleeing
      the
      build-
     
     
      ing
      which
      was
      occupied
      by
      these
      people
      who
      were
     
     
      trying
      to
      kill
      us.
      Leaning
      out
      of
      the
      second
      floor
      we
     
     
      spotted
      a
      delivery
      truck
      parked
      in
      front
      of
      Sam
      the
     
     
      Record
      Man.
      We
      jumped
      onto
      it
      and
      drove
      off.
      The
     
     
      killers
      were
      right
      behind
      us,
      fast
      runners
      were
      they,
     
     
      yet
      not
      as
      fast
      as
      the
      truck.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Now
      I’mat
      the
      exhibition
      grounds
      looking
      for
      Greg
     
     
      Gallant.
      I
      found
      Greg
      in
      the
      House
      of
      Mirrors.
     
     
      Derek
      Roberts
      gave
      me
      a
      long
      hand
      gun,
      much
      like
     
     
      the
      one
      Clint
      used
      in
      ‘‘the
      Enforcer’’.
      The
      gun
      was
     
     
      heavy
      and
      loaded.
      I
      stuffed
      it
      inside
      my
      jeans.
      I
      told
     
     
      Greg
      about
      the
      killers
      and
      ghosts
      inside
      the
      building
     
     
      on
      University
      Avenue.
      Greg
      is
      tough
      and
      agreed
      to
     
     
      go
      with
      me
      back
      to
      the
      building.
      As
      we
      walked
      past
     
     
      Eatons
      two
      Triceratops
      made
      their
      way
      down
      Kent
     
     
      Street,
      we
      kept
      on
      the
      sidewalk
      away
      from
      those
     
     
      ancient
      animals.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Then
      we
      entered
      the
      building.
      [now
      had
      the
      gun
     
     
      drawn
      and
      was
      pointing
      it
      ahead
      of
      me.
      Killers
      were
     
     
      staring
      at
      us
      but
      they
      backed
      off
      fearing
      I
      would
     
     
      shoot
      them.
      Greg
      &
      I
      needed
      to
      get
      to
      the
      next
      floor.
     
     
      The
      stairs
      were
      too
      dangerous
      to
      take.
      We
      entered
      an
     
     
      office
      and
      shoved
      a
      desk
      against
      the
      door.
      There
      was
     
     
      a
      square
      hole
      on
      the
      ceiling
      which
      could
      serve
      as
      our
     
     
      route
      to
      the
      next
      floor.
      I
      went
      thru
      first,
      then
      Greg
     
     
      tried,
      but
      he
      needed
      a
      hand
      so
      I
      pulled
      him
      through.
     
     
      Greg
      and
      I
      checked
      out
      the
      adjoining
      room.
      It
      was
     
     
      horrible.
      This
      room
      belonged
      to
      a
      killer
      who
      stood
     
     
      about
      six
      feet
      high,
      who
      wore
      all
      black,
      resembling
     
     
      the
      undertaker
      from
      the
      WWE.
      Inside
      the
      room
      was
     
     
      as
      old
      tree
      saw.
      The
      kind
      used
      in
      the
      earlier
      years
      of
     
     
      this
      century.
      It
      was
      5
      feet
      long
      and
      |
      foot
      in
      width,
     
     
      Two
      men
      would
      use
      this
      saw
      to
      cut
      the
      trees,
      [knew
     
     
      that
      the
      rusted,
      jagged
      saw
      sitting
      on
      the
      bed
      had
      been
     
     
      used
      many
      times
      to
      slice
      up
      victims.
      The
      bed
      and
      the
     
     
      saw
      together
      made
      a
      horrible
      nightmare.
      Greg
      and
      I
     
     
      split
      that
      room
      quickly,
      We
      ventured
      onto
      the
      roof.
     
    

    
     
      A
      Doberman
      barked
      and
      thus
      informed
      the
      killers
      of
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      30,
      1992
     
    
   
   
    
     
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