On the day they were going out to visit one of those people I called Auntie Chris(tina, who wasn’t my actual Aunt but a family friend) I couldn't wa...t to whisk them out. I remember going upstairs grabbing the magazines (ensuring I noted where each one was sitting) from the double bed drawer and lined them up by the floor by their floor to ceiling mirror. They had a soft carpeted floor and one of those sheep skin rugs which I laid upon in front of the mirror. I stripped down and lad on the rug. Candi Reynolds." He knocked on Harold's forehead. "Hello?? Anyonehome??" How do you know about all that?" Harold asked."Funny you should ask." He hopped on the ledge next to the sink. "My name'sMort. I'm the Love Fairy." He stuck his hand out to shake, but Harold juststood there."Love Fairy?" Harold asked. "You must be kidding. This is all some strangehallucination." Hey, do I look like some kind of figment of your imagination?" he asked. "Iwork for Cupid. I used to work in nightmares, but I. He decided that if hefound any other people, he could put his clothes back on again.Jimmy returned that evening to the spot at which he had met themonkey. There was sufficient cover from him to sleep comfortably,and he half hoped that his monkey friend would come back to visithim, as he was beginning to feel lonely.The boy was overjoyed when, after a loud crashing through nearbytrees, the small monkey appeared again, screeching and grinning athim. This time when the animal came to the ground,. Finally the door swung open and Marcy was face to face with her tormentoragain. John looked as if he had just woken up. What remained of the hairon his head was a mess. He still looked somewhat sleep groggy and thefaded black bathrobe wasn't all that flattering either. Marcy wantednothing more than to enter and be out of view though, but as John didn'tmove out of the door way she couldn't. He just looked down on her andsmirked as she nervously shifted on her heels.Marcy couldn't believe John.