A host of possums positioned themselves on top of the barn, looking, gazing, hypothesizing about the road.
Look there’s another one! (Havsum)
And another… (Daresum)
What are those lights Grissum? (Jensum)
Don’t know, but they seem to be lining the road. (Grissum)
They are Possum Ghost! (Knowsum) Coming back from the dead because of an improper burial!
What are you talking about? (Havsum)
Well, just a few weeks ago when all our friends, relatives and loved ones died on the road, we let the humans clean them up instead of going out there and dragging them off the road and buryin them proper… They are upset and now they have come back to search us out, to find us and torment us…. THE END IS HERE! (Knowsum)
Oh please… (Havsum)
What if he’s right…. they could becoming for us… and they would know! (Jensum)
Know what? (Newsum)
That we are playing dead! They know our secret! (Jensum)
As time passed more and more lights were appearing on both sides of the road.
Grissum began to leave the roof…
Where are you going? (Daresum)
I am going to get a closer look. (Grissum)
Well I am going with you…. (Daresum)
You two are crazy! I’m staying right here! (Knowsum)
December 22nd, at 6:49pm
A “flock” of possums pass by Grissum and Daresum, running away from the road… screams, hisses, panic sounds emerge from the group…
Something about…. they’re back… the “spirits of the possums have come to haunt us”….
December 22nd, 7:03pm.
Grissum and Daresum make it to the road…. they see the lights and walk toward them.
December 22nd at 6:59pm
Jensum, Newsum and Dumsum make it to the road.
Carefully and slowly they creep toward the “lights”
December 22nd at 7:04 and 48 seconds….
A loud shout came comes from behind Jensum, Newsum and Dumsum…
“how did you three get here so quick?” (Daresum)
Startled each swings around, losing their bearings….
many lights are tipped over…….. which in reality… are bags with candles in them. As the bags are turned over — (from the commotion of the trio) – they catch on fire…
Jensum – who is still not in control – catches his tail on fire… the pain radiates through his body, he hops, dances and wiggles trying to put the fire out…
screams, and hissing
December 22nd at 6:09 PM
Screaming and hissing loudly ……. hopping and dancing about on the roof.
Newsum grabs Jensum and shakes Him…
“Wake Up… Wake Up!!! Jensum WAKE UP!” (Newsum)
Jensum comes out of his sleep while saying….
“My Tail is on fire!!!!”
Newsum smacks him….
You don’t have a tale! (Newsum)
Memories flood the mind.
Problem… They’re on a roof.
A metal roof…
December 22nd, 6:15pm
A host of possums positioned themselves on top of the barn, looking, gazing, hypothesizing about the road….