124 – A Door Ajar Part 1

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Anxiety is just your body's way of telling you something really,

really terrible is about to happen.

Welcome to Night Vale.

Three bodies were found behind the pancake house this morning.

Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to sound so chipper.

It must be the coffee.

I just started caffeine again.

Do Do-over.

Three bodies were found behind the pancake house this morning.

The cause of death has been identified as drowning.

As you know, this is particularly unsettling because the pancake house does not border any body of water, nor does any body of water exist in Night Vale.

Saltwater and blobs of semi-animate clear jelly were found in the lungs of the victims, according to reports from coroner Lorelai Alvarez.

Alvarez added that their clothing was salty to the taste.

The victims were discovered by a truck driver identified only as Enormous Jim, who pulled into the Pancake House parking lot around 6.30 this morning.

I knew something wasn't right, Jim said in his statement to the secret police.

I felt warm all over and kind of tingly, and I thought the fly larva had finally hatched in my hair.

I got out of my truck and tried to swat the larva, but there was no larva there, and I was sad because I missed its company.

That's when I noticed what a beautiful sunrise we were having, so I stood and watched it for a while.

You know that beautiful moment when you can't tell the difference between orange and violet and the clouds look like sleeping gods?

And that's when I noticed those dead bodies lying by the wall.

Oh, Enormous Jim added, it was a beautiful, noiseless sunrise.

I wish the larva could have seen it.

Jim's forehead was lined with sweat trails and his hands fluttered along his shirt buttons like clarinet keys.

He explained in a shaky voice that he was hauling turnips from a farm in the south to a pulp factory in the north where they would be turned into mulch and used to grow more turnips.

He said he had a tight schedule to keep and that he had nothing to do with any of this.

And since lying is illegal, the Sheriff's Secret Police released him from further questioning.

The victims have not yet been identified, but each held matching promotional coupons good for one free hot cake at the pancake house.

The coupons stated they could only be used once per table per visit.

It is unclear whether the victims intended to sit at separate tables and pretend not to know each other in order to use all three coupons in the same visit.

This is a developing story.

In related news, the pancake house is having a grand reopening.

It's been closed down since the sandstorm of 97 buried it under 200 tons of sand.

It resurfaced in 08, full of scorpions, who reopened the diner under the name Arachnid Hut.

It disappeared again in 09 after the scorpions filed Chapter 7.

No one could see the pancake house anymore.

But if they walked atop the seemingly plain dune, they would run into a hard surface that felt exactly like a wall.

Teenagers who had scratched heart-swaddled initials into the invisible concrete blocks could still feel the impression of their etchings suspended in the nothingness.

And the area continued to smell of hash browns for a radius of nearly a mile.

Anyway, it's back and under new, probably human ownership, and will hopefully be here to stay.

Ah, so many memories from that place.

Back in the 90s, my friends and I would hang out there all night sometimes.

There was a young woman who sat in the corner booth and analyzed people's dreams for a dollar.

I once told her about this recurring nightmare I have where I'm a pineapple farmer, but I have to grow each pineapple inside a glass bottle.

And when the pineapples grow big, the bottles break and I'm left standing in a field of broken glass.

And sometimes when I woke up, I had little cuts all over the bottoms of my feet.

I don't remember what the woman said it means, but I found out later that she was Nina Gordon, front person for alternative rock band Varouka Salt.

There was a lot of great memorabilia in the pancake house, like old postcards and ceramic chickens with human fingers for eyes, and this cool antique jukebox that would automatically play Buddy Holly's every day whenever someone in town was about to die.

I

loved that place.

Oh, we've just received word from the coroner's office that more saltwater has been discovered, this time in the potholes near the controversial New Roundabout in Old Town.

Alvarez also found blobs of clear jelly floating there, similar to those found in the lungs of the drowning victims.

Samples of these blobs were collected by a Girl Scout splinter faction, known as the Onyx Fist

and brought to the Marine Biology Association for further examination.

A Girl Scout member and apparent leader of the Onyx Fist named Brandy Lance said, We knocked on the Marine Biologist's door and heard muffled shouts and loud crashes coming from inside.

Then the blinds closed and the lights went out.

When we forced our way in using telekinesis, I earned my mountain mover badge last year.

We heard the back door slam shut.

The only thing we found inside was a scribbled note that said, closed for the day.

But it was just lying on the floor, not posted anywhere.

Brandy said her troop will not rest until they track and locate the missing biologists.

Good luck, kids.

We'll be waiting for your updates.

And now, traffic.

As I mentioned earlier, there is a controversial new traffic roundabout in Old Town.

The problem is, no one knows how a roundabout works.

If you go to the right, when you should go to the left, your headlights explode.

If you go left, when you should go right, you get a phone call that one of your family members is in the hospital.

If you hesitate, a stranger dies.

And if you just keep going, you'll never stop.

You'll never, ever, ever stop.

You'll drive endlessly, aging at a steady rate, watching the terrain change, the seasons pass, and you'll wonder, have I ever stopped?

Have I ever stood still or slept?

Or sat in a chair that wasn't hurtling ceaselessly into the future?

The emergency almonds you keep in the glove compartment can only sustain you for so long.

What happens then?

There's only like 15 of them in an airline bag, and you've never even been on a plane.

Where did you get them?

Are they safe to eat they've been in there a really long time

probably since you got the car maybe they came with the car you've started to forget things like your name and where you bought this car was it at a dealership or from someone on craigslist did you build the car yourself or manifest it with your mind You find the owner's manual, but you can't read it for some reason.

It's either in another language or you've lost the ability to read.

The letters rearrange themselves and fall off the page.

Your leg is burning where the letter L has landed on your knee.

L!

L!

You remember the letter L.

At least there's that.

This has been Traffic.

Update on the drowning story.

The victims have been identified as the Traylor family who reportedly have not come out of their house in nine years.

Annette, the the adult daughter of the family, still has braces from when she was 13.

She just never returned to the orthodontist to get them removed.

It's possible that hotcakes from the pancake house were the only things she could eat anymore.

You know, come to think of it, 11 years ago was the last time the pancake house was open.

There are no coincidences.

Or everything is a coincidence.

Or only some things are.

Yeah, those are the three possibilities.

An independent consultant has determined that the saltwater samples are oceanic in nature.

This has secret police investigators scrambling to find where the ocean is located.

One of them suggested north, and the consultant began walking that direction.

The investigators want to determine if the ocean is a continuing threat, and whether whether or not they're allowed under state and physical law to apprehend it on charges of manslaughter.

Law enforcement and volunteer search parties are forming to seek justice for the Treylors, although no one remembers ever interacting with them before.

But everyone cares,

really cares a lot, suddenly.

The silver lining in events like these is the togetherness it brings to a community.

Right before the paranoia and blame shifting sets in and divides it further into an ever-widening chasm.

But let's just try to enjoy the unity while we have it.

Ooh, speaking of togetherness, it looks like Carlos has brought a picnic lunch for us to eat here at the station.

Aw, what a nice surprise, hon.

Now, while I look into this basket of goodies, let's check in with the weather.

I said, I'm swimming through the lake of regrets.

Gotta keep pushing forward through all the stress.

On the other side, I know that I can rest.

That's why I keep my head up when I wanna quit.

I said, I'm swimming through the lake of regrets.

Gotta keep pushing forward through all the stress.

On the other side, I know that I can rest.

That's why I keep my head up when I wanna quit.

You were too lazy to go with Big Mama to church.

And then she passing for the cash you stole for your mama's purse.

And even though your queen is your earth, did you really have to treat her like dirt?

Ain't it funny how karma works?

Her water broken down, little mama birth.

When men treat your daughter like you did a mama first, so when they emerge for the waters to honor her worth, and now your princess has an amazing set of breaths.

And for cash and rent, she exchanged it for sex.

What about that time when you sprayed that tech?

And the drugs became your solace instead of faith, you blessed.

You had a chance to create with the best.

But instead, you just dwell in a space with the rest.

Get your life preserver, take a deep breath, and butterfly your way through a lake full of regrets.

I said I'm swimming through the lake of regrets.

Gotta keep pushing forward through all the stress.

On the other side, I know that I can rest.

That's why I keep my head up when I wanna quit.

I said, I'm swimming through the lake of regrets.

Gotta keep pushing forward through all the stress.

On the other side, I know that I can rest.

That's why I keep my head up when I wanna quit.

ARE Greta, I get it.

I ain't take full advantage of school when I attended in it.

I was looking good, but my attendance isn't.

I was doing what I wanted.

Not knowing that was the issue, let me talk about it.

Talk about quitting athletics.

Thought that I was a new man, like a man with prosthetic edicts lived around me when I had nowhere to live.

When I ain't even have a job, and I one dollar to spend till I started getting it, flipping it out.

Yeah, I finally figured it out.

There's different hustles, keep charging forward.

And never let the energy down.

Now, when can I buy my mama a house?

Told her I get it.

Unfortunately, I cannot afford it at the present.

I fucking regret it, but never forget it.

I'ma still get it, huh?

Just gotta keep my mind on it.

Pray a lot to make a hundred percent.

No sign bones.

I said I'm swimming through the lake of regrets.

Gotta keep pushing forward through all the stress.

On the other side, I know that I can rest.

That's why I keep my head up when I wanna quit.

I said I'm swimming through the lake of regrets.

Gotta keep pushing forward through all the stress.

On the other side, I know that I can rest.

That's why I keep my head up when I wanna quit.

See, I was young and dumb, a a while for sex.

I deposited two C's, but I'm still in debt.

Almost drowned in a lake full of regrets.

And waves of what-ifs almost took my last breath.

The new life started banging on my chest.

And the birth of my two daughters, man, they saved me from death.

You know who else I saw in that lake so sick?

Two of my ex-queens who said I wouldn't be shhh.

Let me chill, no need for the sub-disses.

I just go and hug my wife, and plus, she love all my kisses.

I met a high schooler who told me I was his favorite.

He asked if I was disappointed, cause I never made it.

Your word plays amazing, worked hard, never complacent.

You always drop classics, truly one of the greatest.

I responded, I did make it.

Every day I'm blessed, my purpose, my life preserver, and the lake full of regrets.

I said I'm swimming through the lake of regrets.

Gotta keep pushing forward through all the stress.

On the other side, I know that I can rest.

That's why I keep my head up when I wanna quit.

I said, I'm swimming through the lake of regrets.

Gotta keep pushing forward through all the stress.

On the other side, I know that I can rest.

That's why I keep my head up when I wanna quit.

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So

that was weird.

Carlos came in, as I mentioned, with a lovely picnic lunch from the Ralph Stelly counter.

His hair was wet from the rain, and there were water droplets on the tips of his eyelashes that made him look like a cute little cartoon forest animal.

The phone rang here at the station and it was one of Carlos' scientists, Mark, asking if Carlos was here.

Carlos made a wild hand gesture and shook his head vigorously, so I told Mark that he was not.

When I asked Carlos what that was all about, he told me the scientists were putting together a group to locate clues about the Phantom Ocean.

and they wanted him to lead it.

And I was confused.

Didn't he want to lead it?

I mean, why did he want to talk to them?

He's never refused a scientific call from a fellow scientist to do science before.

He was just behaving unscientifically.

In fact, come to think of it, I was a bit surprised to see Carlos here at all.

I mean, I figured with today's investigation, he would already be out in the field, and I wouldn't see him for days.

He said, since everyone else was out on search parties, it was the perfect time to go to the Ralphs, because there wouldn't be a line.

I mean, that does sound scientific.

It sounds like scientific reasoning, but it just something struck me about it as, I don't know,

just

off.

I mean, I don't want to say he was lying.

Carlos doesn't lie.

Besides, lying is illegal.

But it seemed like there was something he wasn't telling me, like something that was bothering him.

I asked him if there was anything he wanted to talk about, and he just said he had to go get the car washed, and he left without even finishing his three-bean salad, and he loves that salad, made with his three favorite beans, garbanzo, kidney, and jelly.

I mean, I know, I know, it might not sound like a big deal, and maybe he was just having a moment.

We all have moods, sometimes out of nowhere.

You know, maybe I'm the one in a weird mood.

I'm probably just being overly sensitive.

I'm sure nothing is really wrong, not actually.

Anyway, you know, let's just move on.

I'm sure it's fine.

Everything is fine.

It's fine.

Maybe I should go off caffeine again.

No, you know what?

I really can't shake this feeling.

Nina Gordon, the former front person of Rook Assault, once told me that the subconscious is a powerful force.

Maybe it's all in my subconscious.

Maybe if things are too good for too long and you think about it too hard, it can start to make you nervous.

And then maybe you can't take the pressure of waiting for things to go wrong and you start inventing problems just so you can have control over them.

But you have to think about whatever can go wrong.

Otherwise, you're lazily enjoying the sunrise and dreaming of free hotcakes and suddenly you're drowning in a waterless parking lot before you even know what hit you.

No, this is silly.

I'm just gonna call him.

Okay.

Ringing.

Ringing.

No answer.

Not unusual.

Not really.

Nay is probably at the car wash, like you said, which can be very hypnotic.

You know, sometimes you find yourself caught up in the rhythmic dance of the foaming brush, and you wake up in the parking lot hours later missing your wallet and part of your shirt, dry-mouthed, and trying to remember how many teeth you have.

Oh, good.

I've just been handed some breaking news to distract me.

Oh,

oh, well, this is actually just a press release for the grand reopening of the Pancake House.

Well, a press release is definitely a form of breaking news.

They are announcing their new weekly menu specials.

Quote,

We here at the Pancake House acknowledge that time is circular, like a roundabout, not an unfathomable, endless line with no beginning or end.

We like

It's comforting.

We know what's behind us and what's ahead and what will come again.

It means there are certain truths no matter what else may happen.

In honor of our innate preference for cyclical thinking, we can guarantee that every Monday, fluffy omelets will be on special.

Every Tuesday, we will have corned beef hash.

No matter what happens, there will be liver and onions on Wednesday.

You can lose your job and have your car repossessed on Thursday and still know that there will be chicken fingers on special that night like clockwork.

We often think of Friday as being better than other days.

For this reason, if something bad happens on a Friday, it can be particularly disappointing.

You won't be disappointed by our ham patties.

They are consistent.

and dependable.

Saturday, we are here for you with liver and onions again.

On Sundays, you can rely on our fried eggs and toast points.

They will provide you with unwavering support, even if something really bad happens.

Even if you don't know what you're doing at all anymore.

Even if all the buildings suddenly seem slanted to the right by a few degrees, and everything that used to look yellow now smells yellow.

You can always come to the pancake house, no matter what happens.

Oh, well, that's a nice sentiment.

Oh, it also has a coupon attached here.

Good for one free hotcake, one per table per visit.

That's very nice.

Okay, I'm just gonna try and call Carlos again.

Straight to voicemail this time.

Well, if that happens,

everything's fine.

He always forgets to charge his phone.

I tease him about it.

You know, I like to buy him different novelty phone chargers and hide them in his jacket and car and in his shoes and lunch bag but still he forgets he has a very busy mind maybe he doesn't like me to tease him so much maybe I'm overthinking maybe it's just too much coffee

or maybe I'll head down to the pancake house for dinner that's it's Thursday so let's see chicken fingers Or there's always the hotcake coupon.

Maybe I'll see some of you down there.

That would be nice.

Or maybe you already have plans, which is totally fine, too.

I'll just see you some other time.

It's no big deal.

Everything's fine.

I need more coffee.

Stay tuned next for the sound of someone distracting you while you're driving and then yelling that you missed the turn.

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