Ten years ago, I spent a winter writing some short stories, based on the pervasiveness of the Anne of Green Gables culture of the Island.
Over the holidays, as I was transferring files from an old dying computer, to a newer computer, I came across the folder of stories and started reading some of them. One was kind of a comedic horror story called Copper Acropolis. It has some funny elements to it, and some of the writing is kinda good, so I thought I'd serialize it here on The Annekenstein Monster. Keep in mind, though, that it hasn't met an editor, so please, treat it with kindness.
Copper Acropolis is kind of a cross between Anne of Green Gables and Frankenstein. Annekenstein itself, of course, was also the same amalgam of themes. Anyway, read it or not, here is the first chapter (of 10).
‘Tarnished Homes and Egg Rolls’
The old mansion stood atop one of the steeper hills in the community of
The mansion was a three and a half story building; the top half story being composed of a large dome, which some of the older people around
Large blocks of red
Other than the blood-dripping red and bird-turd white of the faded whitewash stone, the only other colour to be seen on the outside of the mansion was the tarnished green of the window shutters, gables, and the many buttresses of the observation dome. These adornments were all made of pure copper, and, when first installed on the house, how many years ago, no doubt would have been striking in their burnished copper lustre. Now, through years of neglect, they looked dirty. Thick green tarnished residue, along with the faecal droppings of generations of crows and other birds, had built up on the shutters, gables and dome over the years of negligence. This, along with the blood-dripping walls, its isolation high atop that steep hill, and the fact that no one lived in it for years, gave the mansion an ominous and mysterious reputation. No one now living in the community knew precisely how long it stood there, or whom had it built, but those of them who studied such things claimed that based on the style of its architecture, it was likely built in the first half of the 19th century.
Many in and around
Doctor Lucille Dewar was the present owner of Copper Acropolis. Born on
Lucille escaped death that day because at the time of the accident, she was off buying an ice cream, a rare treat for a country girl. She had escaped death, but over the next fifteen years wished many times that she had died that day with her parents. For on that day her life turned upside down. From her birth, right up to the untimely end of the infamous Race Three at the CDP, Lucille had been a happy, intelligent, and well-mannered child. After that day, however, love and joy left Lucille’s heart. She was forced to live with her relatives, none of whom she cared for, nor whom cared for her, and who would often only take her for a short while before shuttling her off to the next furthest out relative. Eventually, at the age of eleven, the list of relatives ran out and she was placed in the Mount Herbert Children’s Orphanage.
Despite the hardship and uncertainty of her life, she managed to excel in each and every public school at which she was enrolled, and also at the orphanage school. Lucille Dewar was a genius. She was sure of it. When she was twelve, and not trusting the
But where her education flourished, her social life died. Because of her high intelligence, and her being new to each school every year, sometimes twice a year, she was hated by her class mates and became a social outcast. As soon as she came of age, she kept promising herself, as boys pulled her hair or called her names, she would move away, off the
When she finally did become legal, she had briefly considered moving to
After a twenty-six year absence, she returned to P.E.I., unmarried, now a doctor and very wealthy. One of the
Years of social outcasting had, seemingly, evaporated any skills she may have had to handle the sudden popularity. The more questions people asked of her, the less she told. And the less she told, the more people wanted to know about her. She wasn’t impolite in her silence, and sometimes seemed to enjoy the attention she received wherever she would go. Soon it became an
And when she, against the advice of everyone but the real estate agent, (there were even letters to the editors of the papers advising her against it), went and bought the dilapidated old mansion with the strange name of ‘Copper Acropolis’ and became a total recluse, the obsession grew to the height of its fever. But like all fevers, once this one reached its height, it quickly fell, and the mania surrounding the mysterious and eremitic Doctor Dewar eventually died, and everyone left her alone in her big house to do whatever it was that she did. Even the speculation as to what she did in that big house gradually ended.
After that, the only time her name even came up in the newspaper was when she hired, as a manservant and chauffeur, the Charlottetown Chinese restaurateur named Yune Mune. Yune came under her employ approximately three years after the ‘fever’ broke, about four years after her initial return to the Isle.
Yune, a handsome, classy gentleman, had owned The Blue Mune, the first Chinese restaurant in
Dr. Dewar wrote him a letter offering employment. He accepted, quickly sold his property for a ridiculously small amount and moved into Copper Acropolis. Two months later, a page six article in the newspaper cleared him of any wrongdoing after the rich, married, and well respected female patron dropped her charge, was divorced from her husband and moved to the
Stay tuned for the next exciting chapter of Copper Acropolis, right here on The Annekenstein Monster!