CH.5***The wrath of the flamingo***
Mulder, upon leaving the Williams' home, dialed up Scully.
"Scully." She answered with the slightest hint of annoyance.
"Hey Scully, it's me."
"Oh hey. I got them to send off a sample of the skin I removed from under Matthew Garrett's nails. The results should hopefully be back in tomorrow, and if not by midday the following day. Mulder, these people are such idiots, the original pathologist was in the room while I did the examination, and had somehow overlooked the flesh under his nails. Anyways, how did it go?" she drew in a long breath.
"Well, I think you may have been right about Tucker having an imagination."
"So you have dismissed your theory of David being our suspect?"
"No, but Tucker claimed he has also seen the ghosts of flight 401."
"What?" She asked confounded.
"In December 1972 an Eastern airlines Tristar jetliner, flight 401, crashed into a swamp here. One hundred and one people died including Bob Loft and Don Repo; the pilot and flight engineer. There have been 20 noted incidents thereafter where Loft and Repo have said to be seen."
"Did the Williams' have any lawn gnomes in their yard?" She asked.
"Actually they did, they had a flamingo and a windmill. Driving through the neighborhood, I noticed a lot of people had lawn ornaments. Lawn gnomes, so to speak, date back to ancient times when North American cavewomen placed boar heads at the entrance of their caves to welcome neighbors and cast out evil. Pilgrims placed wooden ducks around their homes for the same purpose. In 1952, a man named Ralph Gerbowski from Miami started his multi-million dollar empire by selling flamingos and whatnot."
"Mulder, are you suggesting that lawn ornaments are attacking these kids. pink plastic flamingos?"
"No." Mulder laughed. " I just thought it was a coincidence. No the dwarf- like gnomes you are most likely familiar with, are believed to live under the ground. I'm thinking that because this is a swampy area, especially with all the recent rain, maybe has forced them to retreat to higher land."
Scully sighed and rolled her eyes in disbelief.
"Don't you think that because we know this boy has a vivid imagination it is possible he has fabricated a story based on his lawn ornaments?" Scully proposed.
"Anything is possible Scully.
"How do you explain how a creature, that's what-- a couple inches tall, kill a child that's 4" ½?"
"Gnomes are said to be 7xs stronger than man with a larger brain capacity. They also can live for 400 hundred years and have ESP. Anyways, you said that it appeared the kid had been strangled, but the assailant was unable to inflict death in this way."
"Whatever Mulder." Her voice echoed annoyance and frustration.
"Also, there are rumors that Elvis was murdered by a FBI Gnome assassin because he was really an alien."
Scully made no response.
"Well, I'm going to head over to Elizabeth Rumple's house now."
"I'll meet you there."
"Do you need me to pick you up or give you an address?"
"No, the Sheriff said he'd give me a ride." Scully hung up and frowned. This is going to be *fun* she thought to herself.
Mulder, upon leaving the Williams' home, dialed up Scully.
"Scully." She answered with the slightest hint of annoyance.
"Hey Scully, it's me."
"Oh hey. I got them to send off a sample of the skin I removed from under Matthew Garrett's nails. The results should hopefully be back in tomorrow, and if not by midday the following day. Mulder, these people are such idiots, the original pathologist was in the room while I did the examination, and had somehow overlooked the flesh under his nails. Anyways, how did it go?" she drew in a long breath.
"Well, I think you may have been right about Tucker having an imagination."
"So you have dismissed your theory of David being our suspect?"
"No, but Tucker claimed he has also seen the ghosts of flight 401."
"What?" She asked confounded.
"In December 1972 an Eastern airlines Tristar jetliner, flight 401, crashed into a swamp here. One hundred and one people died including Bob Loft and Don Repo; the pilot and flight engineer. There have been 20 noted incidents thereafter where Loft and Repo have said to be seen."
"Did the Williams' have any lawn gnomes in their yard?" She asked.
"Actually they did, they had a flamingo and a windmill. Driving through the neighborhood, I noticed a lot of people had lawn ornaments. Lawn gnomes, so to speak, date back to ancient times when North American cavewomen placed boar heads at the entrance of their caves to welcome neighbors and cast out evil. Pilgrims placed wooden ducks around their homes for the same purpose. In 1952, a man named Ralph Gerbowski from Miami started his multi-million dollar empire by selling flamingos and whatnot."
"Mulder, are you suggesting that lawn ornaments are attacking these kids. pink plastic flamingos?"
"No." Mulder laughed. " I just thought it was a coincidence. No the dwarf- like gnomes you are most likely familiar with, are believed to live under the ground. I'm thinking that because this is a swampy area, especially with all the recent rain, maybe has forced them to retreat to higher land."
Scully sighed and rolled her eyes in disbelief.
"Don't you think that because we know this boy has a vivid imagination it is possible he has fabricated a story based on his lawn ornaments?" Scully proposed.
"Anything is possible Scully.
"How do you explain how a creature, that's what-- a couple inches tall, kill a child that's 4" ½?"
"Gnomes are said to be 7xs stronger than man with a larger brain capacity. They also can live for 400 hundred years and have ESP. Anyways, you said that it appeared the kid had been strangled, but the assailant was unable to inflict death in this way."
"Whatever Mulder." Her voice echoed annoyance and frustration.
"Also, there are rumors that Elvis was murdered by a FBI Gnome assassin because he was really an alien."
Scully made no response.
"Well, I'm going to head over to Elizabeth Rumple's house now."
"I'll meet you there."
"Do you need me to pick you up or give you an address?"
"No, the Sheriff said he'd give me a ride." Scully hung up and frowned. This is going to be *fun* she thought to herself.