This story is a piece of fiction I wrote about the house on Lake Ave East a few years ago. I found it yesterday and thought I would share. Fictional story from the collection of Linda’s Dark and Dreadful Tales– and photos by Linda Seccaspina — THIS IS NOT A TRUE STORY
“Are we ready?”
Smiley roared at the top of his voice,
“I don’t know who you are Sir, but this is my house, and that is my doorstep you are standing in”
Ethan always followed his father when he went to his meetings hoping to find out some little thing that would give him some insight. One night he met old Smiley standing by the Roxy Theatre who said he might be able to offer some clues. Smiley, in turn, thought that the boy was perfect for his project.
“Please release me!” Smiley screamed to the overhead skies.
Lightening began to rain on the small roof, but each bolt seemed to miss their target. Finally, what looked like a lightening bolt grabbed the stool by its legs creating a loud bang. When the smoke cleared there still sat Ethan—but was it really him?
Smiley glanced at the morning sun that was slowly being covered by passing clouds. Time was fleeting and he must pass on his special gift before it was too late. A knock on the door interrupted his train of thought, and slowly he walked towards the front door in his size 12 furry slippers. He knew who was on the other side without even looking. Young Ethan had been visiting him for weeks in preparation. Ethan flashed a grin upon seeing Smiley and said,
“Are we ready?”
Smiley roared at the top of his voice,
“I don’t know who you are Sir, but this is my house, and that is my doorstep you are standing in”
Ethan laughed and then grew silent as Smiley fondly placed his bluish hand upon his head. Their friendship had bloomed for years ever since Ethan had asked his father what he did each week at the Masonic Lodge on Bridge Street. The boy had been mesmerized by the eye and the pyramid in the Mason Bible that graced his Dad’s night table since he was 4. After many requests for information his father had said quite firmly,
“Mysteries, like the Masonic rites, our parents and elders have sworn not to reveal to the uninitiated, which includes all children.”
Ethan always followed his father when he went to his meetings hoping to find out some little thing that would give him some insight. One night he met old Smiley standing by the Roxy Theatre who said he might be able to offer some clues. Smiley, in turn, thought that the boy was perfect for his project.
The relationship grew into a kindred friendship and the weeks were filled with stories,magic and penny candy. Life would become what it was supposed to be thought Smiley. No aches, pains, and his mind would soon be clear as day. Ethan was ready on the other hand to trade his life for the secrets of the Lodge.
The appointed day came without much fanfare. The day was gloomy, but it would do. They climbed to the roof of the Lake Avenue East house to a small landing. There Smiley placed the tiny piano stool smack dab in the middle. As soon as Ethan sat down Smiley rotated the chair quickly until it whirled.
“Please release me!” Smiley screamed to the overhead skies.
Lightening began to rain on the small roof, but each bolt seemed to miss their target. Finally, what looked like a lightening bolt grabbed the stool by its legs creating a loud bang. When the smoke cleared there still sat Ethan—but was it really him?
The Carleton Place Canadian reported a mysterious object fell from the sky November 21, 1953 into a busy airline corridor along the St. Lawrence. Imaginations reported the object left a white trail as it plummeted to the ground. Immediately it generated fear that something bigger was coming and Lanark County police looked into whether a small plane had crashed, but found nothing.
Mark Rubin was among those who witnessed the object when it fell between Sayville, New York and Perth.
“It had this little curlicue tail at the top and was coming straight down at a 90-degree angle,” Rubin said to the media.
Police said they planned to send investigators to talk to Rubin and look at the photos he took. To this day they have not, and believe the object might have had more mysterious origins.
No one will ever know what fell from the sky that day, but whatever did gave new life to someone. Was it Smiley or Ethan that survived? Had anyone been reported missing? One thing is for certain, whatever happened had to remain a secret, as a secret between two is a secret, but a secret between three is everybody’s secret. After all– “What we do for ourselves dies with us–what we do for others remains and is immortal”— *Albert Pike.
Historical Note
*Albert Pike (December 29, 1809 – April 2, 1891) was an attorney, soldier, writer, and Freemason. Albert Pike is one of the only Confederate military officers or figures honored with a statue in Washington, D.C., another being Robert E. Lee
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Possibly Mark Rubin was actually Mark Rubino one of the Rubino brothers who owned the large brick building still standing at the NW corner of Beckwtih and Mill and imported fruit and vegetables from the USA during the 50’s,60’s and early 70’s
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makes sense Blaine.. Ill add this.
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