"Smashville: We Live in Two Different Worlds," Malika Panier recorded in her Grimmoir and started narrating the strange events she had grown accustomed to that occurred in the last four days. Before sleeping, she called her two daughters Annie and Rocsee. Then she called her beloved niece, Margeaux Panier. The newest shahada in their Grimm clan and The Cursed Bride.
72 hours prior, she had been called on a crime scene as a consultant. When she entered the musical hall of fame, there was a wooden sculpture of what looked like a country music singer on stage in the act of trying to smash a guitar. At first, she wanted to compliment the artist who sculpted the thing but she refrained from doing so because of her faith and because she knew better than think that this was a normal occurrence.
She had flown to Tennessee on the first flight available and started doing some research for any unusual activities and police reports in the area as soon as the pilot gave the green light to use electronic devices. All her employers had told her was that it had something to do with expensive music guitars. Malika surveyed several police reports in the area of Tennessee during her flight until she came across one peculiar report mentioning a case of burl hunters trespassing in a holy and protected private estate's arboretum. The poachers took a huge chunk of a locust tree but left the rest of the tree alone. The owners were indignant. Her instinct told her to flag the report and she did.
"This is highly sacrilegious," the owners had said when she got to interview them. The tree had some religious and spiritual meaning to them. Further detective researches revealed that the poachers were in the business of luring wanna-be musicians by guarantying them a performance of a lifetime if they bought their guitars.
"The singer had a hell of the crowd," I tell ya. An attendee of the concert had told Malika. "Then, when he finished, he started smashing his guitar on the podium with no success. Then, he 'woodified!' Crazy right?! I got out of there before the government erased my memory because that's what they do when you see a UFO!" The country woman told Malika sure of herself while squinting her eyes suspiciously. Malika was kinda of a FBI agent.
The old woman had been the only person who had been willing to talk. All of the other attendees had refused or said they didn't remember what they had actually seen. That was on day 2 after her arrival.
On day 3, the most banal thing happened. As she was examining the sculptured country singer in the hall of fame, the singer came back to life, winked at Malika, and then simply vanished just before Malika's eyes.
"I'll be damned," Malika said, shaking her head.
©Papatia Feauxzar 2016