Creepy on the flipside

“But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared? After all, shadows are cast by things and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. But shadows also come from trees and living beings.
Do you want to strip the earth of all trees and living things just because of your fantasy of enjoying naked light? You're stupid.”

Woland

While some, after a long day of work, bump into an Angel Gabriel lying on the ground, fat of all the messages it carries, while some see  people who are long gone to the flipside, all the time, I do encounter black cats behind windows or  even Devil's Elbow in a wine shop. It is no cheap buy... must be devilishly delicious!
I left the bottle there, thinking I should first investigate how and when the other transubstantiation happened - the one that transformed the blood of Christ into Devil's Elbow- before drinking it.
But my mind stayed occupied with all sorts of spooky stories I heard of or talked about recently. I like these, just as I like the monster in Guillermo del Toro's "Pan's Labyrinth"  ("El Laberinto del fauno"), the one who's got eyes on his hands. He could be less ugly, indeed, but he's meant to be a scary creature. Now how beautiful is the metaphor of having eyes on your hands. It is even better than having the eyes of a fly, because it certainly looks classier than having your eyes covering half of your body. Creepy? well I know at least one person who also enjoys pondering on this kind of things.
The "living dead dolls" we saw in a window on a Sunday morning while waiting for our brunch were less of my taste. I still wonder who are these freakish bloody dolls with a severed hand and a a livid face designed for. We decided to finally go get our lunch at this pop up restaurant, went in, and found the decor was lovely except a rather creepy detail. On the walls,  two black and white photographs of  children were hanging, nice pictures, aside from the fact that the kids front head was bleeding very red. Bizarre... Nevertheless, we totally enjoyed the food, especially this outrageously decadent plate of Tiramisu with brownies made of Pierre Marcolini's finest chocolate. Too bad it came last and we were so full we could neither finish it, nor even eat more than a few mouthfuls of that delicacy. Devil knows we can hardly resist to temptation of such sort. 
Sunday had more surprises in store, for at a birthday party I met, among English gentlemen telling camel jokes and stories of a noble grandfather lost and found amidst obscure family secrets, a  musician who told me the scary story of a friend whose father had killed her mother with a hammer, a lady who was stolen all her money while on holidays in Sevilla and thus decided to eat in the best restaurants and always run away without paying, and a French bulldog called Jazzy who looked like a short legged cow,  grunted like a pig and was wearing a red hoody. 
That day, I think wouldn't be surprised if I had also met Behemoth, or else the chess playing black cat. I guess he'd have said "Actually, I do happen to resemble a hallucination. Kindly note my silhouette in the moonlight" and when asked to be quiet, -for who on earth ever saw a speaking cat?- , he'd go: 
"- Very well, I shall be silent, I shall be a silent hallucination." *
Maybe like the cat I saw behind the window a few days ago. Who maybe had something to do with the bottle of wine that took all my attention..Devil's Elbow. but...what the devil does he want?




*in The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov