Part Two of The Lake Demon by Ken David Stewart Episodes 70 to 75:
“As The University of British Columbia will be one of the sponsors of this project I would like to see a great deal of research compiled from an academic perspective,” said Dean Sanderson picking up his cup of coffee.
“This is a given Edward. I will assign research tasks to all of the UBC students involved in this project and perhaps even to Ryan and Monique if they are interested,” said Dr. Lionel Phelge.
“We would love to be part of your research team, Dr. Phelge. Monique and I are willing to do anything to help,” said Ryan.
“Ryan didn’t even bother to ask me but I am in full agreement with him,” said Monique giving Ryan a teasing grin.
“I need to find out who is interested and best suited to each research assignment,” said Lionel. “I am opening the floor to suggestions.”
“I would be interested in keeping a daily log or journal on our project starting with this meeting,” said Jasmine. “I am already recording the minutes for today’s session.”
“That sounds good to me,” said Lionel. “Edward, may I borrow your easel chart to start writing down these individual assignments?”
“Be my guest,” said the Dean.
“I would be interested in searching for and putting together research that has been done up to this point in time on Ogopogo.” said Ian. I will need one or more volunteers to help me with this part of the job.”
“I could help you with that,” said Keesha.
“Same here,” said Brendon. “We could start working on the research tomorrow morning.”
“That’s wonderful,” said Dr. Phelge. We now know where to start and we’re ready to get this project moving.”
“I think that this has been a very productive first meeting,” said Dean Sanderson. “Blake could you call me as soon as you know for sure where we stand with your crew?”
“The second that I have everything in place I shall give you a call and we can schedule our next meeting,” answered Blake. Riley.
“That’s what I like about you Blake. You are a true man of action,” said Dean Sanderson.
Episode 71 of The Lake Demon by Ken David Stewart
At about 7:00 PM Garry Phelge was still feeling the effects of the shot of Haldol that had been administered to him by the psychiatric nurse. He stared at the white ceiling above him and was slowly drifting into a state of partial consciousness. It was not a bad feeling. It felt more like floating on a cloud.
Garry was starting to realize that he was in a psychiatric ward. Garry heard a knock on his door. He managed, with a great effort to say, “Come in.”
A rather large man whose arms were covered with tattoos entered Garry’s room. The man looked very tough but he had a gentle manner about him.
“Hi Garry. My name is Todd. I’m a psychiatric nurse here.”
Garry managed to slur out, “Pleased to meet you.”
“I was thinking you must be getting very hungry about now,” said Todd sitting down in a chair by Garry’s bed.
“Come to think of it, I am. I can’t really remember the last time I had anything to eat. I think I had a peanut butter and jam sandwich with me on the bus but I can’t remember if I ate it or not,” said Garry. “Are you the guy who gave me the shot of drugs?”
Todd laughed, “No, that would have been one of the day shift nurses. They all went home about three hours ago. Believe it or not you’re in luck today. The suppers they serve here are generally not bad, for a hospital I mean. Would you like me to order a supper from the cafeteria for you?”
“I would appreciate that,” answered Garry. “Any chance that I could get a cup of coffee?” Garry hoped that some caffeine might alleviate his mental sluggishness.
“No problem. I’ll get you a coffee from the staff lounge.”
As Todd left the room to get Garry’s coffee and to phone the kitchen to order a supper Garry felt a shot of optimism travel through his brain. “This nurse is all right,” he thought to himself. “He’s treating me like a human being.”
After about five minutes had passed Todd brought Garry a cup of coffee.
“I hope you like International Delight creamer and Sugar Twin in your coffee,” said Todd handing Garry the cup.
That’s exactly the way I like it,” replied Garry. “I’m hoping this coffee will help clear some of the cobwebs in my head.”
“That haldol is pretty strong stuff. They also gave you lorazepam. I checked your chart.”
“Well, I’ve never been a big fan of meds.”
“I can understand that. The side effects of some of these psychiatric meds can be pretty wicked.”
“The worst is Seroquel. The doctors prescribed that drug for me the last time I was in the hospital and they made me continue taking them at the rehab treatment facility.”
“Which rehab center were you staying at?”
“The House of Hope in Winnipeg.”
“How did you end up there?”
“Well, about a year and a half ago I apparently caused quite a commotion on my parent’s street. I don’t remember much about the incident. They told me that the cops picked me up and took me straight to emergency at the hospital.”
“That must have been scary,” said Todd.
“It was, but it wasn’t the first time that something like that happened to me.”
Just as Garry finished saying this an announcement came over the hospital intercom.
“Todd, Garry’s supper has arrived at the front desk,” said the ward’s receptionist.
“I’m on my way. I’ll just get your dinner and I’ll be right back,” said Todd.
Episode 73 of The Lake Demon by Ken David Stewart
Todd returned shortly with Garry’s meal. “I hope you like chili and fries. That is tonight’s dinner special. There’s also some apple pie for dessert.”
“That sounds great,” said Garry. I’m starving. I must warn you though that the chili gives me lots of gas.”
Todd laughed. ‘Don’t worry we have a window in your room to open if the smell gets really bad.”
Garry was really starting to like this guy.
“I heard that you had a rough time on the Greyhound bus,” said Todd.
“That’s an understatement,” replied Garry. “The bus was infested with reptilian creatures.”
“What do these creatures look like?” asked Todd.
“They all come in different forms. Some have heads like snakes, some look like large lizards and some resemble dinosaurs like T-Rex.”
“That must have been scary, seeing all these weird creatures. Where do these beings come from?” asked Todd.
“I know that they are from some planet outside our galaxy but they won’t tell me the name or location of the planet.”
“You’ve actually spoken to them?” asked Todd.
“Once or twice but they usually don’t like communicating with humans especially those that can see that they are really reptilians.”
‘When did you first hear about these reptilian creatures?”
“I first read about them on the internet. Then I discovered that my parents are both reptilians too.”
“How did you find that out?” asked Todd.
“After a while I would start seeing their reptilian features for brief moments. My senses became more acute to recognizing that my parents were able to move in and out of their reptilian appearance at will. If a person does not know their true identities they are not likely to ever see their reptilian presentations. Only a select few, like myself, are on to them.”
Episode 74 of The Lake Demon by Ken David Stewart
In two minutes Todd was back with Garry’s supper. As he passed Garry his supper tray Todd’s cell phone rang. When Todd answered the call the fourth floor receptionist told him that he was needed immediately in the emergency department.
“Sorry, buddy. There’s a patient in emergency who appears to be on a bad acid trip and needs someone to talk him down. That job always goes to me when I’m on duty. I’ll come back to talk to you when I get back. Enjoy your supper.”
After not eating in over thirty hours Garry was famished. He wolfed down his chili and fries like a man who had been on a shipwreck for several days.
After quickly demolishing his meal Garry felt like having a smoke. He walked down the hall to speak to the duty receptionist. Garry asked her if there was anywhere he could go to smoke a cigarette. The receptionist told Garry that there was a small outside courtyard that was all locked and gated on the outside fence. She said that the gate was kept locked in case anyone was thinking about leaving the hospital. Garry was given the directions to get to the courtyard.
As soon as he got there he opened the door that led to the courtyard. He reached in his jacket pocket for a pack of Marlborough cigarettes. His dad had been in the United states recently and had bought Garry a carton of red Marlborough cigarettes. Lionel had remembered that these were Garry’s favorite brand of American cigarettes. Garry pulled a cigarette out of his crumpled pack. He must have scrunched the pack up somehow when he was on the Greyhound bus. He lit the cigarette up using a lighter that had a picture of the late Marilyn Monroe on it.
Garry then heard a voice in the dimly lit courtyard. The voice was coming from a wooden bench. “Can I get a light off you man?” asked the Voice.
Episode 75 of The Lake Demon by Ken David Stewart
Garry turned towards his left the direction that he heard the voice come from. From a light streaming out from a window on the ward Garry could make out an old well used park bench. ”Mind if I join you?” asked Garry.
“Sure, this bench is a four seater for regular size people but only a two seater for extra-large guys. We have a couple of really big guys on the ward now. What’s your name, buddy?”
“Hi, I’m Wally Stanfield. So what brings you to our delightful facility?”
“Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d check out the place,” answered Garry removing a Marlborough from its pack. “Man I hate these soft packs. They get crushed so easily and the cigarettes break. Would you like one?”
“I’d love to have a Marlborough. I haven’t’ smoked one in years,” said Wally.
Wally Stanfield was also in his early twenties. He had a stocky build, wore bifocal glasses and when he wore his baseball cap wally bore a striking resemblance to Michael moore the documentary film maker.
“Okay, now all joking aside what’s your real story? Don’t worry. I’ll tell you mine and I’m not easily shocked.”
Garry leaned over and lit Wally’s Marlborough with his Marilyn Monroe lighter.
“I was a Greyhound bus on my way to visit my aunt and uncle in Kelowna. Sometime during the ride I got the shit kicked out of me by one of the other passengers. I just remember a fat, red neck, neo-fascist bastard that must have punched me in the face about twenty times. For an encore he kicked me in the ribs with his steel toe construction boots. The next thing I was aware of was the police taking me to the hospital.”