GERRY:
Alright, well, let me explain how this works.
GERALDINE:
Don’t worry sweetheart, I know what you’re looking for. Some scary stories from my hometown.
GERRY:
Well, one specifically-
GERALDINE:
So, when do we start?!
GERRY:
Uh well…statement of Geraldine Napier, on the sightings of a possible lycanthrope around her residence.
GERALDINE:
A what? Oh, nevermind, keep going.
GERRY:
Statement given the 22nd of January, 2009. Recorded by Gerard Delano, archival assistant of The Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.
GERALDINE:
I was having a cup of tea with my friend Marlene. Oh she's the sweetest woman you've ever seen, a heart of gold with an unfortunate bad taste in men.
I've only known her for a few years now, but I can tell you, she simply does not know how to choose them!
And we call her out on it! Every time she gets her pure little heart broken we say “Oh Marlene, you need to stop looking for men that treat you like a servant!”
Now don't get me wrong, it's not like she's dating young men after her deep pockets. She's not rich at all, far from it.
On the contrary, she almost exclusively dates rich men that grew up in lonely homes. Desperate to have a maid they don't need to pay any salary to.
It's an awful thing, really. Just last year she committed to a relationship with this nasty little man. William, ugh!
He came from an old family, the sort that makes so much money even his grandparents didn't need to work. So you can imagine he wasted his life until his youth and strength were gone.
Now he has no one. His children won't talk to him, only wait for him to die and inherit his fortune. As if they're lacking in any way! He had two failed marriages, and zero real friendships.
The man was always after young, impressionable girls, who did everything to please him.
He was delighted by it. Dangling his wealth in front of them, making them dance for his own entertainment. Sometimes literally!
It's no surprise he went after poor Marlene. Like I said he was looking for someone to feel safe with, without having to expose any of his vulnerabilities. And of course, force her to do all the work.
Yes he had maids, a butler and all that. But he wanted a personal touch. To have his girlfriend turned surrogate mother dedicate her life to him.
The man became a recluse, content to have her please his every need. When I met him, the scant few times he dared to actually join our bridge games, he would be the most unpleasant man at the table.
It didn't take long before he stopped even that. Ignoring her friends, her hobbies. Thinking only of himself, never her.
And let me tell you, Marlene does not stay idle. No sir, she works out, plays games, gets out there and meets new people every day!
Oh, he did not deserve her. I am not surprised he ran away, taking all of his money with him, leaving nothing but an empty mansion.
Oh, poor Marlene was heart broken! He was so cruel to do that to her, and his own children! Not to mention his staff.
You know, rumor says they found blood stains in his room? Of course I immediately confronted Marlene about it. If that monster had dared to hurt her I would have done something about it.
But she reassured me that she was fine, even went so far as to strip for me, to show that there wasn't even a scratch on her porcelain skin.
It was scandalous I'll say, I was red as a tomato but oh, I can't be mad at her. I did insist however, perhaps he had hurt some of his staff, but of course poor Marlene knew nothing of that.
They hadn't even seen each other those last few days. What a wretched man.
Good riddance I say. He was getting even worse by the end. Lashing out at everyone around him, especially poor, lovely Marlene, can you believe that?
Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes, I was having some tea with dear Marlene, oh she's such a sweetheart, and she was telling me of this new love of hers!
Herman. I have met him before, and had hoped it was only a fleeting thing. Don't get me wrong, the man is decent enough. Works as an accountant, makes good money and it's pretty quiet.
But I keep telling poor Marlene that she needs to take a break, stop dating so much!
Plus, if I'm honest I don't trust Herman too much. He kept giving us weird looks, like our little bridge group was in on some dark secret he didn't know of. Once I saw him flinch when dear Marlene offered him a cup of tea, like he was somehow afraid of her.
Afraid! Of Marlene! Please, she's a gentle giant of a woman. You can ask Angie, they've known each other longer and they're the sweetest ladies I've ever met.
But what was I saying? Oh yes, well we were talking about Herman and of course Marlene kept saying how beautiful he is, how wonderful, kind, and all that. I just couldn't take it anymore.
“Marlene” I said to her, “You can't keep seeing the good in every man you date, without the bad! Surely Herman, sweet as he is, must have some bad qualities. No man is perfect!”
She considered it for a moment, then told me that he is perhaps too gullible.
I'm sure you've seen in the tabloids, those ridiculous claims of a Wolf Man haunting the neighborhood.
GERRY:
Well, that’s what-
GERALDINE:
Bah, fairy tales. It's either some fabrication from so-called reporters. Staining the good name of actual journalists.
Or some youngsters dressing up in cheap rubber masks to scare the population, all because they have nothing better to do.
Well you won't believe it, but Marlene told me that mumbling Herman claims to have been attacked by it! Please.
I've seen him stumble and hit his head on a countertop, because he was too busy looking at dear Marlene. Although thinking about it, he was walking backwards for some reason, as if he had to keep an eye on her.
I bet he just had a rough encounter with one of the neighborhood dogs and didn't know how to handle himself.
I told Marlene he must be pretending he saw the Wolf Man to protect his fragile ego! But no, she kept defending him, that sweet Marlene.
Oh, while we're discussing that, you know she told me the funniest thing the other day. She said:
“A Wolf Man, why does it have to be a Man? Couldn't it be a Wolf Woman?”
When I tell you I couldn't stop laughing, she said it with such conviction. I wouldn't have taken her for a feminist, but you know Marlene, always full of surprises.
She did seem a bit upset at that, so I promised her I understood. After all it wasn't a crazy notion, why should men have the privilege of mawling their fellow men?
It did take a lot not to laugh at my own words, but I wouldn't want to attack poor Marlene. She's such a sweetheart and deserves the world!
I will say however, at least in matters of money she is unbeatable, which tracks. I don't know how she does it, but despite keeping her lips tight about work, she is never without money.
Now don't get me wrong, she's no blonde bimbo spending it willy nilly, on the contrary!
She lives a modest life, buying one or two dresses here and there and always has enough for trips out of the country. Not to mention of course, her hobbies.
I guess some know how to spend their retirement better than others.
I'll tell you, she is a wonderful woman, and any man should be thankful that she would cup her soft, caring hands around their beating hearts.
- Poor Marlene…
I’m back! With more TMA OC statements!
In this case, an art trade with catolotlart and his amazing, bloodthirsty OC Marlene. Here you have the transcript AND link tot he video! This was a delight to write and record, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!
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