The Curse on Old Hangtown Mankato, MN
by the descendant of a pioneer
The attics under their rotting Mansard rooves in Old Mankato, there below the bluffs, conceal many eldritch horrors; people from elsewhere and with no connection to the denizens of this foul place, persons both sensible and rational, profess an unusual frequency of horrific dreams whilst dozing uneasily in the new hotel rooms built above the accursed flood plain of the old downtown. On occasion, an outlander of unusual sensitivity succumbs to the miasms welling up from the valley and throws a “whingding,” and is taken immediately into custody by local police in cooperation with the federal authorities; inquirers are fobbed off with vague statements about “an episode” in some fitful war or other, on drugs and terror. Family members and those with a legal right to know say that it seems uncommonly difficult, then, to determine to which distant facility in some distant state their relative or friend has been taken.
A very common motif among sufferers, as they are being detained & Tasered by squads and relays of young, leering military-veteran Hangtown police and forcibly injected with cubic centimeters of Thorazine, is that they are heard babbling of hideous visions of ambiguous, vengeful giant rattlesnakes; and, of horrific interviews full of terrible import for human beings with huge, Hell-bending salamanders limned in flames in vast pearly halls beneath the channel of the river….
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[2 October 2013]