Welcome to the Monkeyhouse

As Kurt Vonnegut would put it.

So: today I drove all the way to the ghost zoo at the heart of Griffith Park. Yes, it was creepy. In fact, it was very, very creepy.

So creepy, in fact, because nothing happened. Every time I went into one of the empty enclosures, I half expected one of those Misfit people to jump out at me. Every time I turned the corner, I thought I would see their strange smiles. After an hour had passed, I was hoping to see them, just so I wouldn't be nervous anymore. Just so it would be over with.

But they didn't appear. I wandered the zoo for a few hours waiting, but nothing happened. I didn't see any secret messages, I didn't notice any shady men wearing overcoats and fedoras waiting to whisper that "the squirrel rides at midnight." Nothing.

I went back to my car. There was an envelope stuck to the windshield with big block letters spelling out GRACE.

I opened it. There was a folded note inside that read:

Precious secrets fear boldness. Hear silence beam -- hold, sit beneath Mnemosyne. Milligrams prevent peering names, captured persons, caves of blood. Killing cats, however, arrives knowledge.

This is worse than the last one. The last one I at least knew was code - this just looks like random words thrown together.

I put the envelope in my glove compartment and drove back home.

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