Here is part of a story from the pages of my book:
'CARIBBEAN & PHILIPPINE JOMBIES INVADE NORTH AMERICA'
Before you continue, allow me to share a little magic show with you to help you to relax your mind. Click here for the link to it.
OCTOBER 8, 2025; ESTEVAN SASKATCHEWAN, CANADA
It was a Wednesday night in a small farming town in southern
Saskatchewan, just over ten miles north of the US border. The
time was 10:00 p.m. A married couple and their two close friends
(who got married during the previous weekend) were returning
home; they drove east on Highway 18 after spending a week in
Estevan, Saskatchewan.
“We’re just at the beginning of October, and already most of the
leaves have fallen off the trees. I guess that’s why they call it Fall, eh?”
said Marlene. Her husband, Trevor, was driving.
“Trevor,” asked Tim, “when are you going to put this old 1960
Dodge to rest?”
“Why should I put it to rest? I know that it looks like hell, but it
works quite well—and that’s just fine for me!”
“Well, I must agree that it works well—but Trevor, it’s sixty-five
years old!” said Tim.
His wife, June, interrupted. “Guys, look at the moon and those
dark clouds! Doesn't that look spooky?”
“Yes it does, June,” said Marlene, “just like in those old scary
movies, like The Wolf-man.”
Trevor began to reduce the car’s speed.
“Why are you slowing down, Trevor?” Marlene asked.
“Wolf-man or Tiger-woman, I have to pee, and I think that this is
a good spot.”
He pulled up onto the shoulder lane and stopped the car; he
opened the door and walked a few steps down into the ditch
“I think I have to go as well,” Tim muttered, opening the door.
“You’re going too?” June exclaimed. “You can’t just leave us
here alone.”
“Don’t be a chicken! We’re just a few feet from the car.”
He continued down the gradual incline towards the bushes, about
ten feet to the right of Trevor.
“June, look at that bright ball of fire!” screamed Marlene, moments
later. “It just came down into the trees and…and…look... Marlene!
It’s moving in between Tim and Trevor!”
“Holy shit,” June shouted while opening the car door. “Tim,
Trevor, come back to the car! Hurry! Run quickly, you guys! Can’t
you all see that thing flying above you?”
She turned to Marlene.
“Marlene, what is wrong with those two men? Are they stupid
or something? Instead of running, they’re just standing there
looking stupid!”
“Just a minute, June—I think something is wrong. Look at them:
it seems as if they are under some kind of a spell. Oh look! The fire
balls are moving further into the bushes, so that’s good.”
“No, Marlene, it is not, because those two fools are following
them.”
“Don’t say that, Marlene. I told you that they don’t know what
they’re doing; they’re in a trance.”
“You’re right—they don’t know what they’re doing by leaving
their wives in this hell of a situation!”
The two men followed the creature until they disappeared into the
bushes and into the darkness of the night. Their two wives kept on
screaming and honking the car horn. June tried to open the door.
“What the hell are you doing—are you crazy?” Marlene yelled
at her.
“But Marlene, we can’t just leave them there—we have to
do something.”
“What do you suggest? If we go out there and that thing comes at
us, what could we do besides peeing in our pants?”
“Maybe that would put out the ball of fire. Do you think that
they’re just fooling around to make us scared?”
“No, they wouldn’t carry on with that for so long—besides, how
about that flying ball of fire? We saw it, but how do we explain that to
people and to the police?”
June frantically searched in her handbag. “Where is my
cell phone?”
“Remember, Tim was using it when we first left Estevan.”
“That’s right, then—it must be in his pocket. How about your
phone? Maybe we can call him.”
“Okay, here it is; you call the number.” She passed the phone to
June who then dialed her husband’s number.
“Marlene, the phone is ringing, but he’s not answering. I think it’s
time for us to call 911.”
“Okay—what’s the number?”
“What do you mean? The number is 911! Are you going senile?”
“Oh my goodness, I must be! I’m so scared, I’m shaking all over;
here is the phone Marlene; you call them.”
She gave the phone back to Marlene and dialed 911.
“Hello, this is the emergency line. How can I help you?” said a
voice on the other end of the line.
Marlene took a few seconds to pull herself together, trying to
decide how to explain the situation to the operator.
“Hello? Are you there? Can I help you?”
“Oh, yes. I’m sorry—please excuse me, I’m nervous and scared.”
“Scared? What’s the matter, Ma’am?”
“We just lost our husbands.”
“What do you mean? Who is ‘we’? Where are you, and how did
you lose your husbands? Please explain.”
“My name is Marlene and I am with my friend, June. We were
driving east on Highway 18. We were heading home to Gainsborough
from Estevan. Our husbands had to go real bad, so we stopped the
car, and they went down the ditch close to the bushes to ease their
bladders. -----------------------
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'CARIBBEAN & PHILIPPINE JOMBIES INVADE NORTH AMERICA'
Before you continue, allow me to share a little magic show with you to help you to relax your mind. Click here for the link to it.
OCTOBER 8, 2025; ESTEVAN SASKATCHEWAN, CANADA
It was a Wednesday night in a small farming town in southern
Saskatchewan, just over ten miles north of the US border. The
time was 10:00 p.m. A married couple and their two close friends
(who got married during the previous weekend) were returning
home; they drove east on Highway 18 after spending a week in
Estevan, Saskatchewan.
“We’re just at the beginning of October, and already most of the
leaves have fallen off the trees. I guess that’s why they call it Fall, eh?”
said Marlene. Her husband, Trevor, was driving.
“Trevor,” asked Tim, “when are you going to put this old 1960
Dodge to rest?”
“Why should I put it to rest? I know that it looks like hell, but it
works quite well—and that’s just fine for me!”
“Well, I must agree that it works well—but Trevor, it’s sixty-five
years old!” said Tim.
His wife, June, interrupted. “Guys, look at the moon and those
dark clouds! Doesn't that look spooky?”
“Yes it does, June,” said Marlene, “just like in those old scary
movies, like The Wolf-man.”
Trevor began to reduce the car’s speed.
“Why are you slowing down, Trevor?” Marlene asked.
“Wolf-man or Tiger-woman, I have to pee, and I think that this is
a good spot.”
He pulled up onto the shoulder lane and stopped the car; he
opened the door and walked a few steps down into the ditch
“I think I have to go as well,” Tim muttered, opening the door.
“You’re going too?” June exclaimed. “You can’t just leave us
here alone.”
“Don’t be a chicken! We’re just a few feet from the car.”
He continued down the gradual incline towards the bushes, about
ten feet to the right of Trevor.
“June, look at that bright ball of fire!” screamed Marlene, moments
later. “It just came down into the trees and…and…look... Marlene!
It’s moving in between Tim and Trevor!”
“Holy shit,” June shouted while opening the car door. “Tim,
Trevor, come back to the car! Hurry! Run quickly, you guys! Can’t
you all see that thing flying above you?”
She turned to Marlene.
“Marlene, what is wrong with those two men? Are they stupid
or something? Instead of running, they’re just standing there
looking stupid!”
“Just a minute, June—I think something is wrong. Look at them:
it seems as if they are under some kind of a spell. Oh look! The fire
balls are moving further into the bushes, so that’s good.”
“No, Marlene, it is not, because those two fools are following
them.”
“Don’t say that, Marlene. I told you that they don’t know what
they’re doing; they’re in a trance.”
“You’re right—they don’t know what they’re doing by leaving
their wives in this hell of a situation!”
The two men followed the creature until they disappeared into the
bushes and into the darkness of the night. Their two wives kept on
screaming and honking the car horn. June tried to open the door.
“What the hell are you doing—are you crazy?” Marlene yelled
at her.
“But Marlene, we can’t just leave them there—we have to
do something.”
“What do you suggest? If we go out there and that thing comes at
us, what could we do besides peeing in our pants?”
“Maybe that would put out the ball of fire. Do you think that
they’re just fooling around to make us scared?”
“No, they wouldn’t carry on with that for so long—besides, how
about that flying ball of fire? We saw it, but how do we explain that to
people and to the police?”
June frantically searched in her handbag. “Where is my
cell phone?”
“Remember, Tim was using it when we first left Estevan.”
“That’s right, then—it must be in his pocket. How about your
phone? Maybe we can call him.”
“Okay, here it is; you call the number.” She passed the phone to
June who then dialed her husband’s number.
“Marlene, the phone is ringing, but he’s not answering. I think it’s
time for us to call 911.”
“Okay—what’s the number?”
“What do you mean? The number is 911! Are you going senile?”
“Oh my goodness, I must be! I’m so scared, I’m shaking all over;
here is the phone Marlene; you call them.”
She gave the phone back to Marlene and dialed 911.
“Hello, this is the emergency line. How can I help you?” said a
voice on the other end of the line.
Marlene took a few seconds to pull herself together, trying to
decide how to explain the situation to the operator.
“Hello? Are you there? Can I help you?”
“Oh, yes. I’m sorry—please excuse me, I’m nervous and scared.”
“Scared? What’s the matter, Ma’am?”
“We just lost our husbands.”
“What do you mean? Who is ‘we’? Where are you, and how did
you lose your husbands? Please explain.”
“My name is Marlene and I am with my friend, June. We were
driving east on Highway 18. We were heading home to Gainsborough
from Estevan. Our husbands had to go real bad, so we stopped the
car, and they went down the ditch close to the bushes to ease their
bladders. -----------------------
CHECK-OUT THE BOOK.