Clearly, the truth was too terrible to know, and Sandy has been driven insane. She had one chance to tell us, but her soul is now in the possession of the stone-face god.

The truth will never come out.

unless burns tell us

Then we'll ALL be driven insane.

Well, more insane.

There has to be a secret Phrase or soMething?

Imma try that.

I keep thinking that this is a thread about Ronnie Wood.

Did I ever mention that I have one Japanese and one German parent? (directly-from, not descendants-of) so that means I'm genetically inclined to enjoy watching people squirm :jig:

But the truth is that the response was so banal that it seems a shame to give it away when there are still some Cellarites who don't even realise yet that I know but am withholding. May I have just a little more squirm please?

I promise to tell tomorrow.

Oh, you're all going to feel so let down.

You do realise, of course, that this simple explanation is just a cover story for what really happened.

Heck you'll probably think those stones are cute, maybe even bring a few inside, decorate the living room. All will be fine ... for a while ... until ... it ... begins ...

Sandy for the love of gawd please tell us!!!


PLEASE!

I need this in my insignificant little life so I don't just chuck it all in!

tell us! Please tell us!!!

No matter how 'banal' you think it is - it might have meaning for someone else!

tell!

:lol:

You're killing us here, sandy!

I like banal. My whole life is banal! I'm thinking of changing my last name to Banal!

Telllllllllllllllllllll!

She said tomorrow. Now you two just keep quiet or you'll get no dessert.

Don't tell Sandy.
Honestly, I mean it.

You know, so there isn't anything spooky or dangerous about it.
But there is no reason we have to know, aside from curiousity.
And why should we be indulged?

Give us some mystery in our lives.
We have precious little these days.

Sorry Sundae, I gave my word, so there's no going back!

Well, she looked at the stone and started smiling, and said she used to go down to the coast and collect buckets full of these stones. She used to paint animals on them - presumably to sell - but her 14 year old daughter (you were right, Burns) painted all the ones with faces. She said she made them into families, with different nationalities, and would play games with the different families of stones. She said there had been about 3 buckets full of the faces. She was surprised that I had found them though. I'm guessing this would have been about 30-40 years ago.

What I forgot to ask was how they came to be buried in the bath tub of soil.

I came home and went over to the stones to have another look at them, to see if I could pick out the various families, and... they were all lying face down. Now THAT is weird.

SP this definitely a Stephen King book! Children of the Stone! ;)

What she neglected to mention, of course, is how her 14-year-old daugher tragically drowned in the bathtub!

And afterwards, the little stone families kept moving when no one was looking, and at night you could hear them sliding around on the ground, and a little girl's voice faintly laughing and playing with them, until they got so afraid that they buried the bathtub and all of the stones together in the ground to get away from them.

But they buried all three buckets of the stones with the bathtub, of course. There's no explanation for how so many of the stones got out into your garden, and under your house, and...

OMG I am going to have to put this thread on ignore.