# spot of supernatural redecorating time for bit of an change says researcher henry's pal 'working ron' they buy all the necessary gear from ir local ruin-it -ourself chain; paintbrush wallpaper paste bucket and ladder ron starts stripping down the walls of ir bedroom - first thing they see underneath the wallpaper on bare brick is the corner of a liquid black triangle what's that says ron and starts to peel off the rest ten seconds later they're on the old 'dog and bone' to ir friend swanson ron: oi swanson get around here now mate you gotta see this henry always ready for low stakes repo-intense suburban action adventure: we're already on our way pal it's half an hour away we'll be there in fifteen minutes ron twelve minutes and seventeen seconds later: you were quick come in henry: mate get that smelly psychotic mutt away from us ron: come here ricky baby ricky replies: woof henry: yeah lovely to see you too you psychotic hairball ron goes into the kitchen to make a mug of tar-black instacoffee: look in our bedroom henry: why what's there ron: just have a butchers will you and be careful henry slowly opens the bedroom door: unholy cyber-balls what's that ron: that's what we said on ron's wall there's a distinct techno-tenticular symbol and henry thinks it's awesome while well drawn and thankfully free of broody smears it does look like it was designed for ssu serious symbolic usage working ron however who has been living with this thing under the wallpaper for years feels it's definitely less than 'ok' ron: what do you usually do about this kind of crazy weird-cool stuff swanson laughs: why not frame it ron: seriously just look at that thing ron's having bit of freak out and swanson remembers why they're worrying so much and immediately stops smiling swanson: oh right the previous tenants couple of months back ron had told henry the previous tenant was in the back garden one night stinking drunk and got permanently entangled in a spinning metal clothes line in the middle of the lawn ron's family only found out about this tiny fact months later from one of the neighbours something the local council had obviously forgotten to mention while busy flogging them the property the day after they heard ron's mum threw out all ir washing ron also heard from the neighbor about the day they moved in they were unpacking all ir stuff in the bedroom - there was a noise behind them and they turned to see a stranger standing in the hallway they say hello and ask them ir name but they turn back running down the hallway laughing feeling curious the researcher walks into corridor to follow them but there's nobody there weeks pass and they too hear what happened years ago on ir property and promptly move out now ron as well as henry are also busy making tcc 'the creepy connection' if there is one swanson: cool digital tentacled head-thing though ron: there's no way we're sleeping with that on wall staring down at and through us swanson: what do you went to do then ron: we'll get rid of it swanson: just scrape it off the wall fool ron: no we mean make sure it's been gotten rid of - you know biopsychically symbolically neutralize the elemental geometrics swanson: oh er right they aren't sure what ron means but understands they occasionally like pretending to play 'big science' and play it well ron and henry decide to travel to a local taoist temple to fetch water from the low stone basin inside they wave to the local visiting priest mr shen who waves back smiling slowly shaking ir head at whatever cheeky teenage shenanigans and low-key suburban misadventures these wacky 'big scientists' are no doubt up to back at the house ron wears ir black smart impact plastic mini laughing swordsman around ir neck and throws a cup full of blessed water over the wall swanson: mate this is all bit much isn't it ron: you can never be too careful with this kinda weird-cool stuff swanson: hey look it's sizzling ron panics: what where - oh very funny henry makes a slithering noise: heh be awesome if it did though and a giant scaly techno tentacle started to ooze dimensionally through the wall ron: mate don't be telling us things like that right now the dpaint4 sun's setting do you believe in ghosts and stuff like that then henry asks ron swanson: dunno we guess so like that old run down mansion place by the woods - wouldn't go in there at night alone would you ron: no way that place gives you the serious heebies swanson: some places exude this slow darkstrange vibe loads of places exist like that in endland something to do with the entire miserable backwater island being so old and crumbly ron: please look let's not talk about this kinda stuff right now next they take several heavy black iron nin's and hammer them into the corners of the diagram in order to secure it somehow they then proceed to scrape the entire wall bare with ron's dad's industrial sander after that they pry the nails out and throw them down drain of a nearby house ron and henry then wait 48 hours but unfortunately naff all happens; no visitations from other unseen dimensional sides no broody inverted tentacle heavy mutant tentacle headed cultists with glow in the dark eyeballs appearing at night at a nearby open window holding long serrated lasers neither of them get cursed possessed turned inside out andor eaten by sduf 'strange dark unseen forces' - nada kind of a shame as both of these big scientists were now biopsychically hardened and ready for anything repo-intense; both admirers of the classic unrewound vhs 'a chinese ghost story' when it was first out henry had also seen 'big trouble in little china' and told ron a magic tai chi sword with seven mystic star jewels inlaid in the handle would be handy if anything you know vo 'violently-odd' were to occur summer eventually came slowly spinning around again the friends cut ir thumbs in the local wood and become blood brothers maintaining that vital organic connection in time of intense uk based suburban alienation and fear / panics *sudden helmet 'chuck' noise* and life is good travelling back and forth through this temporal teleportal of imagination was a small incident but a great time for a few weeks at least endless summer holidays in endland are made bearable by such exciting micro adventures swanson soon forgot about the whole thing yet few days later while alone in the house at night when aggressively retro holo-tv program called tales of the oh so expected came on title sequence shows a researcher sensually dancing in flame while freakish off-key carousel music plays while do doubt amazingly kitsch the overall effect this late in the evening when one is alone in the house is butt clenching feeling the heavy 'heebies' swanson immediately jumps straight into bed under the covers after jamming a chair against ir room-cube door only then do they (/imagine they) hear a horrible low moan from the far side of the room // republic of bob