‘Thy currish ways have infected our apartment with the misaima of true melan-cholera once again!’ claimed the note left on the fridge door.   Three exclamation marks, drawn each with a bolder inflection of pen stroke, were heavily punctuated and underlined with a scrawl of red ink.     ‘Be you a beast? A Demon from the twisted hells? … Continue reading A Note Found On My Fridge II →