Well, this is a strange turn of events. I'd heard Miss Burkle had passed on, then earlier this evening I peeked into the lab for a quick sweep up and who should I find in there with Mr. Wyndham-Price but our own Miss Burkle! And she was all naked! Mind, she didn't look any too well. She was a bit bluish all over, actually, and she'd dyed her hair a ( Read more... )

Another horrible Wednesday. Everything always seems to go to hell in the middle of the week ( Read more... )

Well now, THIS was more like it ( Read more... )

Crikey. Had one of my prophecies yesterday, a leftover from my black arts days. Been a long time since the last one, and can't say I've missed the damn things. This one scared me bad. I had a vision, like all the mad, supernatural stuff in our universe, all the vampires and slayers and demons and witches and watchers and all the rest of it, even ( Read more... )

That window/wall thing that Numero Cinco threw the bossman through a few months back got busted again last night. When the hell are they going to install a solid wall there? On the day we moved into this bloody building, I took one look at this thing and said, well, that won't last the fortnight. But of course they never listen to me, do they ( Read more... )

So, they had Miss Cordelia's funeral. Wasn't invited, of course.

Bloody hell. She's gone. Our Miss Cordelia. Just like that, she's slipped away from us.

Feel a bit funny, I must say. I mean, I seen a lot of folks die over the years. And I never knew her, did I? No reaon for me to get all choked up about this. No reason.

Well, if a damned old fool's prayers are worth anything, she's gone to a better place.

Terrible day. Started off bad and just got worse. This morning, somebody caught the arch duke's slave. The poor little creep had been hiding around the office for a months, and I'd been feedin' him and tryin' to get him thinkin' right. He was like some feral animal, that one; he'd been with the arch duke so long, he'd gone a bit mad. I felt sorry ( Read more... )

Who the hell is this Andrew bloke who left the greasy bag with a Union Jack on it in one of the conference rooms? And why does it smell like bloody pipe smoke in there? Whatever happened to the NO SMOKING policy? Lord, next they'll ALL be puffing away, filling up ashtrays all the night and day and expecting me to empty 'em. Well, I won't have it! I ( Read more... )

Had a hell of a cleanup in the bossman's suite this evening. Some sort of crab monster thing, 'bout the size of somebody's shoe, all mushed up with guts and acid spilling out. There was guts in the bed, guts on the wall... it was damned gutty in there. Haven't a clue what happened in there... perhaps Mr. Broody Undead's evening snack decided to ( Read more... )