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Lucid Icelos 08/28/2026

Name: Lucid Icelos 08/28/2026
Start: 2027-08-28
Location: African American Literature Book Club

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28 August 2027

This event began 08/28/2026 and repeats every year forever

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https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/art/Lucid-Icelos-1374163688

CONTENT

TITLE: Lucid Icelos

SUBTITLE: A Marcus Preacher tale

AUTHOR: Richard Murray @HDdeviant

STORY

From a little plant on a windowsill, through a neighborhood garden that was an abandoned lot, to a manicured park providing fresh air for an entire metropolis, the value of green spaces to pen cloistered urban folk has always been defined by the eternal desire for green spaces from the people who live on paved roads.

The Tecumseh National Park is the green space for the entire metropolitan area, and during this holiday season families come to bar-b-q or camp or picnic, but no one came to die. And, while I drove out here to investigate, I didn't want to die either. But when you don't know the killer, can you prepare either way?

The way to the crime scene wasn't hidden or puzzling; it was evident. Emergency tape about trees, sheriff plus company standing over a place where reporters, photographers, or park residents focus. The body was already taken, thus I needed to talk to the law enforcers. I knew a man died yesterday, Bob Brantley, a white male, jogging with use of one eye from glaucoma; his body was found stiff as a door nail, no scratches or wounds, but formed as if mauled. The sheriff, Jackie, told me the recently murdered was a woman named Serena Harry, Black, heavy set female, cancer survivor; like Bob, she has no marks, no evidence of an assailant about, and was found as if mauled. I left to the hospital, in the nearest town, to see if I could learn more and I saw Salazar exiting; so, I had no chance of first photos. I went in, and Doctor Nichols obliged me, though I can tell he was fatigued of the law plus media. Mrs. Harry had no marks, nothing to suggest other than she was scared to death, around 2:30 am, this morning past. A hotel was between the town and the national park, and I checked in. Two bodies, both unharmed except for whatever murdered them, each in a different section of the park. I had no clues and I went to bed.

The next morning, I was woken by medical vehicle horns, blasting on the road, to the park. I quickly, while quite smelly, went to the park. It was a repeat of yesterday. Salazar with the first photos, a dead body in a unique spot of a national park, and me with no clue who did it or no evidence to figure it out. I looked about, where the body of the currently unknown was taken. And like yesterday, nothing. No treadway in the park, no residue of blood, no foreign element discovered by various electromagnetic scanners. But, away from the scene, I spotted a small device, a camera. While I was lost in how to access this camera, a deputy snuck up behind me and told me to come with him and bring the camera.

In sheriff Jackie's car, the sheriff was blunt with me. She placed cameras to acquire evidence. She knew each murder was hours after midnight; so, she had cameras placed along the walk path not taken since each murder was in a unique spot of the walk path. She wanted to find the killer, but she would need a trap. Someone to be out at night. I saw where she was headed and accepted on the conditions: I get to keep my photos, present them first, and get the first interview. The sheriff said yes and I asked when will she look at the tapes. She said this afternoon. I told her I want to take a shower and will meet her at her office at 1 p.m. She agreed cause I needed the shower.

Back at the hotel, I washed and decided to relax at the bar. I was surprised to see Eda singing in such a place. I knew she was in recovery from the werewolf attack but figured she was home, not on the road. After a pastrami on rye and some rounds of lemonade, I was able to get Eda to signal she will meet me tonight. I headed to the sheriff's office.

I got to the Sheriff's office and a deputy guided me. I noticed the Sheriff and a ranger for the park aside deputes looking at the tapes, already; they looked before I arrived. I didn't specify the time, rookie mistake Marcus.

The current tape showed the unknown. The sheriff handed me a folder. Her name was Samantha Ho, long distance running coach, a Californian on vacation. Suddenly, I noticed Ms. Ho, in fright. The camera perpendicular to her path of fleeing didn't display anything but darkness she was running from, while Samantha slips, screams, trips. Another camera showed her terror as something she saw that the camera did not; it attacked her. We all watched her body move in painful writhing, until... death. It seemed Doctor Nichols was correct, three people literally scared to death by an unseen, unwitnessable, assailant. The Sheriff looked at me: "I will not accept three people died because they were afraid of the dark"

The head ranger, Ted, was befuddled, but didn't seem interested in ignoring the facts. The Sheriff noticed and looked to me. I didn't click my heels, but I looked to the screen and pondered how I could outrun what a professional runner couldn't. Jackie said her team will close the park for the evening and late hours; but she needs many hands to search the park in the evening. I agreed, asking is our deal still in place, and Jackie said yes.

I went back to the hotel, to prepare my cameras and hang out with Eda; I stood outside her room door when the adjacent door opened. The man at the door, in common clothes, spoke to whomever was inside and said he will get some sandwiches, and he would be back before the operation; he exited and was immediately curious in a negative way at my person. I will never deny a true reporter's nose is always open, but I wasn't prepared to lie. So, Eda opening the door was perfect timing. While Eda invited me in, the man from the next room went on his way.

I asked Eda, who are her neighbors; she said the guy under her has cosplay women enter his room, she can hear the bed. The one above is a couple from Kazakhstan, from the Kazakh plain, traveling for a trip they saved decades to have. The right from the hall is the band's room. The left from the hall are doctors. I asked what kind of doctors. Eda said, dream doctors; she knew by my face I wanted more; she told me all she knew was from one of the doctors; he said they were studying lucid dreams. Lucid dreams had nothing to do with the hidden horrors in the park, so I left it alone and enjoyed the dinner. We laughed about the old werewolf case and various friends.

I left Eda's and went to the meetup place at the park for the Sheriff. Me, Sheriff Jackie, Ranger Ted, plus deputies positioned ourselves variably around the gambled attack space. I had my camera ready but was far more worried about my feet. I looked about in the darkness, flashlight read for use but not on, just like in the videos, the culprit should be seen in the dark from those attacks. I waited and thought about Bob and Serena, and Samantha, will their families ever find peace with this. I heard a dog bark, an angry dog. I immediately ran to the sound, the first in an unending series. It was still dark, but I knew the path. I would wait till I used the flashlight. I heard a growl and a deputy scream. I saw in the distance a creature, somehow visible in the darkness, but I was too far to get exact details. The scream from the deputy became louder. Closer, I saw the assailant, but it was impossible; it looked like the werewolf that attacked Eda over a year ago; it couldn't be, I saw it die. More closer, I was more sure. The werewolf somehow returned. I shined a light on it, hoping to distract it away from the deputy whose struggle could only be heard. But the werewolf didn't reply; when the creature looked at me it suddenly seemed shocked and disappeared. I went to the space where I thought the deputy was and found him curled as if mauled, but without any wounds or odors, like the other three; but unlike them he had a faint heartbeat. The others approached and we took the attacked deputy to the hospital.

At the Sheriff's office I saw the footage, like Bob, Serena plus Samantha, Deputy Mike was attacked by something unrecorded and now we also know unheard. But even though I knew what I saw, or others glanced or glimmered, the cause, the identity, was still elusive. But unlike the others, I had an idea where to go next. I described the werewolf I saw but I didn't tell the law the connection to Eda.

When I got to the hotel, I rested but I did not sleep. Early in the morning, I went to Eda's room, with a clear set of questions and I pondered one of her neighbors; she was startled and told me to wait in the room while she finish getting ready in the bathroom; she came out and she said she planned a breakfast I could come to. A sudden knock on her door, and her breakfast partner, a dream doctor was ready in the hallway. We all greeted each other, and I texted Doctor Williams about Doctor Forten, as we walked to the cafe. Williams told me Forten is an oneirologist; he and colleagues Sampson, by description I met earlier, and Riley, I never saw before, are researching lucid dreams generating other mental phenomena exocorpo. I prompted Eda, while Forten was settling, did she have a dream about the werewolf last night; she said no but she dreamed about an angry dog, Forten was alarmed in earshot. We three had a great lunch. I had a black coffee with a slice of lemon, and a bottom crust vegetable pie with herbs. I learned that Doctor Forten ad crew were leaving soon. But what I needed was something I needed Doctor Forten alone for. Williams sent me more information, and Eda eventually left for a session aside her band. I told Doctor Forten I would walk with him upstairs.

I was quick with intention or abrupt with pleasantries. I told him I knew about Wally Arbor, his patient with lucid dreams whom he and his colleagues had been training to generate oneirological incidents in others. How Mr. Arbor had a little brother killed by a vicious neighbor's dog. How Doctor Forten planned to be next to Eda and use her memory of a werewolf to kill. Forten told me to leave him alone, getting near his door. I told him I will go to law enforcement, taking out a recorder. Forten looked panicked and entered his room, and I left for the Sheriff.

I returned to the hotel, later by myself. I hadn't recorded anything and I, like the Sheriff, had no evidence. The sheriff wasn't convinced of approaching the oneirologist with nothing but hunches. I knocked on the door left from the hall, and a cleaning lady opened it. I saw inside was nothing a visitor would have. I went to Eda's and we had a late lunch.

That evening Eda still had nightmares, but no one was murdered in the park. The Sheriff or Ranger was happy but ponderous.

Weeks later, following up on the story, I learned a woman had been killed in a coastal city where Doctor Forten and his colleagues were. I pondered what that woman saw, and how no prints, photographs, videos, audio recording devices revealed anything; maybe she saw a murderous dog long dead, or a werewolf no longer on the prowl, still present in a friend's mind, or some other creature, using the land of dreams from any they can, to cross dimensions from wherever they come from, to terrorize the passerby to death... And I pondered what world will exist when the private funders of Doctor Forten and his crew or others down the road learn to master the control of dreams. What horrors will they frighten us all with? What horrors they can't control will endanger all including them?

CHARACTER LIST

Marcus Preacher- narrator, investigative reporter for Renaissance News
Doctor Williams- friend of Marcus Preacher
Fredricka "Freddie" Salazar | crime reporter [ Tumblr user @dancingbugs ]
Eda del rio | lounge singer [ Tumblr user @tombofligia ]
Bob Brantley- deceased by lucid dream entity
Sheriff Jackie-oof national park
Serena Harry-deceased by lucid dream entity
Doctor Nichols- local doctor , inspected dead bodies
Samantha Ho-deceased by lucid dream entity
Ranger Ted-ranger for park
Doctor Forten- investigating lucid dreams
Wally Arbor - patient with lucid dreams researched by Forten and others

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