Ghost Munster : chapter one (follow 1)
And then. Tomorrow, they could read in newspaper :
« A fifty age boy, Billy Brand, kill himself while jumping in Thames » followed a touching article on torment which have tortured this so friendly boy.
No kidding ! If his life was stopped at his dead, his story would have been contained in one page, hardly in a short item forgotten as soon as next day, scarcely a number in statistics and perhaps bit sorrow for some people… Perhaps…
‘I can ever dream ‘, Billy sighs !
Because it will be more certain than nobody will talk about it, consider the few attachment every body have for him. Fillers will be very unhoped for that. The relief will be indubitable for his family. Billy understand it himself by the way. This situation is just infernal. He can’t take anymore. Fifty years to support contempt, rejection and especially disgust, and because of what? It’s hardly be able to think about it! … Because of a malfunction, a little cell which have to play up somewhere. Because of an incredible bad luck which makes his life to be a ruin before be a castle!
Billy’s load? Oh, just a very little thing, a trifle, this is not very visible… And, as his mother said because of her difficulty to support the burden of her culpability and approached Billy the less as possible : ‘Don’t kick up a huge fuss about it! You are not unable or indigent! You have only smelly foot!”
Don’t kick up a huge fuss about it! And only smelly foot! When Billy saw her greenish complexion when she opened his bedroom’s door to droop off his TV dinner and set off again in a hurry, this just demonstrated she had more bad faith than filial love! In the same time, to be honest, Billy ask himself if anybody could love someone that you can’t smell well… A baby, you can have attachment because he smells almond cream soap not rotted unpasteurized milk cheese!
Because, accept the apologizes, Billy’s foot stink but not simply with a strong smell that creams could cure, no, no! They stink to the point of being closed unbearable even for him!
To say you the tragedy, he can’t stay closed in his bedroom during one hour without to be distracted by his own odor. And this, even he is playing on his favorite video game. Of course, if he persists one hour more and doesn’t go out, he faints. And every thing is in accord. His socks, for example, shrivel up when he slip on them! His shoes squeak all the time he has them on foot! Dogs howl when their masters make them to pass in Billy’s street. No cats hang around his district. They can’t hunt, they can’t smell anything. And don’t believe this makes happiness of mouses, they die invariably without ever found this cheese nectar which captivate them. Even rats avoid passing near! An odor so terrible that, like a perfect dance, ever the same, like a gag eternally remake, ten meters before arrival of Billy, abruptly people stop. They pull in chin, in a reflex of recoil, their eyes are bulging and painted on their face disbelief and terror, they are just chocked to be suddenly attacked by a so atrocious smell. In the following second, they plunge surreptitiously, their furrowed brow, worried and disappointed, not daring to believe in it but verifying still, and sniff their foot while pretending to search an imaginary object hypothetically fallen over their pocket. And then, reassured about smell of their extremities, they look conspicuously around them with outraged face. Or, if they have some one, they suspect their dog which howls suddenly. And finally, when Billy is passed and the horrendous odor is disappeared, they promise themselves to reclaim a serious inquiry on dubious and awful clandestine activity of residents of this district. Because they dare to practice without doubts something suspicious here, they tell themselves and, after that, they hurry to forget it very quickly.
Because the smell of Billy’s foot, even stifled in a lot of socks and closed in old strengthened metal shoes, is dead unbearable. To the point of smelling it one time, your brain has only one priority : to forget it. Water itself shivers when he approaches it! And, under a certain angle, closing one eye, you could see air sparkles around Billy’s foot… Well, it’s perhaps to lay on thick but it’s to say it’s really very smelly!
The worst for Billy, it’s he is very kind, funny, that it’s real if somebody can approaches him enough closed to appreciate his absurd humor, his subtle puns. Without talking about his handsome person, hammed long fine lash blue eyes, well-rounded lips, fine nose, dishevelled brown hair, delicate hands and his svelte silhouette. He well see them, girls when they are far away, to look at him and turn on his passage. Because he doesn’t release only a mephitic fragrance but also a devastating appeal. He is a double trigger cannon, the Billy boy. He knocks girls out by far and finishes his victims off closely. Billy had to learn to run fast, it was necessary. He save him killing en masse dreams that he causes.
Oh yes! He is tender and a little bit romantic the poor Billy. He prefers to escape looks rather than to suffer unforgiving insult spit by enraged girls. Offended girls because of their desire for a peace of rotting meat! Because it’s cruel a girl dispossessed of her phantasm. It’s necessary to say that Billy, without his putrid foot, will have so much marriage proposal that he wouldn’t certainly answer to all of them and he would be perhaps so much desperate he will want indisputably to kill himself in the same way. So…