Tuesday, August 29, 2006


A hundred years ago, in what is now called Old Tuonela, a killer known as the Pale Immortal walked the streets. When darkness fell children were rushed inside, doors and windows locked up tight. Some claimed the Pale Immortal bathed in blood, and that blood flooded the streets until the ground became saturated.
Even after the Pale Immortal's reign of terror ended, people were afraid. His death had come too late.

Many claimed the ground was cursed, and so a mass exodus took place. Every single person relocated to a new development five miles from the old one. A better location, they claimed. And prettier. On a bluff overlooking the river. Why had anyone settled at the old place, in such a dark valley?

Let's pretend Old Tuonela doesn't exist. Let's pretend we always lived here, in the new place.

Even though a hundred years has passed, many locals still like to pretend Old Tuonela isn't just beyond the outskirts of town where the softly rolling hills end abruptly, the valleys become dark and deep, and the roads turn back on themselves.

But if you look closely through the trees you can see it out there, across the Tuonela River. And if you can't see it, you can feel it.


Blogger Anne McAllister said...

You are creeping me out, Anne! Can't wait to read this (even if it terrifies me).

9:17 PM  
Blogger Bailey Stewart said...

And if you can't see it, you can feel it.

Wow, that gave me goosebumps.

8:28 AM  
Blogger Jeff said...

Oh, yeah. Damn this is good, Anne! :)

5:46 PM  
Blogger anne frasier said...

anne, maybe i can black out the scary parts for you.

eve, thanks. i like goosebumps!

jeff, it's kind of strange lifting some of the text from the ms. i played around with the tense to make it more immediate.

5:51 PM  
Blogger Kelly Parra said...

So good, Anne, so good!! I'm practically rubbing my hands together in anticipation. hehe

11:29 PM  
Blogger anne frasier said...


10:18 AM  
Blogger Bailey Stewart said...

Oh it definitely looks goosebumpy

11:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ooh, those last two paragraphs a tasty. A lemon popsicle for the soul.

8:08 PM  
Blogger anne frasier said...

lemon popsicle for the soul. :)

9:24 PM  
Blogger Daniel Hatadi said...

Anne, I finally got round to building up the courage to look through this blog.

This post is the one that has started that feeling of 'duende', which is supposed to mean something like 'the dark understanding of the presence of death'.


Now, on to the others. It's such a lovely way to while away the hours at work. :)

7:28 PM  
Blogger anne frasier said...

-- the dark understanding of the presence of death'.

that's very nice.

8:30 PM  

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