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Come to think of it, the blood looked real. The knife looked real. The faces and bodies … I was frightened when I first saw them, but now, going over the details …

They haven’t left for any kind of vacation, like he said. The Mrs. and I would sure enjoy a vacation. I unquestionably qualify as an overworked gasman. I’m so overworked that I didn’t realize how fast he’d kicked me out of there until right now. I volunteered to leave before he gave me the boot, but …

I felt unwanted. Like I needed a ticket to look around.

Such a nice spread he has down there in the basement. I told him it was like a Halloween site or a haunted house with those figures. But still nice. Yeah, a swell spread.

Speaking of “spreading,” he was smoothing that cement patch like butter … only, how much stress was he putting on matching the newly repaired floor with the old?

Thinking of that basement now doesn’t seem so inviting. I’m thinking it felt more unsettling than anything. And he was the one giving off that creepy vibe along with the mannequins. He seemed dressed and posing just like his murder statues.

It sure would have been nice, though, if he would have allowed me and the Mrs. to return to his newly-paved basement exhibit.

 

 

Perspective: Gasman

Episode: “The New Exhibit”

This work was not prepared, authorized, or endorsed by the creators or producers of “The Twilight Zone” and is a zone of my own creation inspired by “The Twilight Zone” television series.

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