You may rest assured, my floorboards are intact.
As many (most? all?) of you figured out, most posts throughout the month of October were part of an extended Halloween story. Alas, it was a story that ended on more of a "huh" than with any sort of satisfying conclusion.
I'm sorry. I wish it had been real. Except for the crickets. Those I'm pleased to have done without.
Thanks for playing along, though! I was amused that virtually ever English proffie-type person's mind went immediately to Poe and (I presume) got them in on the fiction rather as soon as it had begun. For those of you who had remained convinced of the growing space in my house, well, yes. I'm sorry again. Just a story.
The pictures, if you were at all curious, were mine - but taken from places around Italy.
The cave was a hole I found in a mountain somewhere in Sicily. It was roped off, but I climbed in anyhow. Rather dangerous, in retrospect, but quite fun.
The crawlspace was from some hole-or-another in a ruin near Naples. Good times. Except when I found spiders. Then it was decidedly bad times.
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Come over to my house - I'll take you down into my basement and you'll understand why I didn't pick up on the story.
Aw, geez. I got suckered.
Totes suckered. Ah, man, Harker! You should be doing Nanowrimo. Screw the dissertation, man.
I love how you added verisimilitude to the story with using pictures. That was a nice touch, my friend.
That's brilliant! And I totally went along and wanted to see your exploration!
Good to know that it was just a joke. That would ultimately be terrifying otherwise.
I should have known. You know why? Because you didn't say anything about how bad the crickets smelled. I was so surprised you and the wife could be down there with dead crickets and not mention the smell. It would have been truly unbearable.
BUT! I ignored the evidence and allowed my self to be swept, along with th fictional crickets, into the story.
Well played!
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