Cystic Detective Update #6

COM-12, Michael Younger, and More Octopus Tentacles, Plus Current Reading on T. Townsend Brown with Frustrating Footnotes

Other Cystic Detective Updates can be found in the Table of Discontents.

Cystic Detective wakes up in an unfamiliar restroom as in a nightmare. His eye sockets ache and the sink is running.

“Better go catch it,” he hears Ruby Tuesday chide, though her voice had become wispy. It’s a trick, he thinks. If he places his hands on the knobs, he’ll retread the psychic viscera. A second visitation in such a short time might have adverse effects, though that feeling in his eye sockets—a punchy, congested sensation—makes him wonder if the point of adversity had already been reached.

He gathers his wits and breathes deeply. It smells like urine. He makes his exit, the tap still a steady stream. Touching the irregularities on his nose and cheeks, Cystic Detective strolls out of the greasy spoon diner.

“I hope the owners don’t remember my face,” he reflects. “They might hound me about the water bill.”