HORRORWALKER TRAVEL GUIDE

HAND ON THE CROSS

2012-12-07T20:22:00.000-05:00

HAND ON THE CROSS

(Midwest City, Oklahoma)

Unbelievably,

I have heard that some vampires can,

By the full will of their disbelief in vampire mythology,

Grasp the cross and resist the shearing pain of

Purifying faith based belief in a Christian god.

Apparently,

The corruption of the mind, body, and soul of a man –

When said man is transformed into a soulless

Abomination that is the undead bloodsucker –

Fills him with an evil that burns when touched by God.

Obviously,

I realize my contradictions as truth!

I accept the fact that I covet what I cannot have –

The feel and touch of the rosary with the cross –

That which I needed for life when I was alive!

Unfortunately,

I am a dead creature walking pitch black nightmare corridors,

Who dreams of sitting in a church and renewing my faith in God.

The reality is – I cannot hold the cross in my hand!

My faith is too low to fight the evil inside my soulless body!

So,

I cannot grasp a cross and hold it tight over my heart.

The image of the cross seared into the flesh of my chest always hurts.

My never to heal burned fingers on my right hand reminds me –

What vampire has the force of will to withstand the wrath of God?

(JNM)

ALIENS, THE HUMAN KIND

2012-12-04T19:30:00.001-05:00

Who is going to investigate the aliens who have taken over the Republican wing of the government of my United States of America. The crazy men and women, democrats and Republicans, are acting as nutty as the slimy governmental dark figures in an X-Files episode!

I don't remember the episode where everybody was pushed over a cliff to their deaths.

Where are Scully and Mulder when we need them. I guarantee you that Mulder would have proven by now that Darrell Issa, Mitch McConnell, Paul Ryan, John Boehner and Eric Cantor are all shape shifting aliens from a dark star from the black void beyond our galaxy sent here to first disrupt the government of the United States of America… and then to infect the rest of the world with their virus of derision, corruption and mistrust. The diabolical otherworldly plot is to weaken the governments of the planet earth for their inevitable grand invasion!

Mulder would have discovered that Darrell Issa-Alien was secretly the leader of the invasion! Scully would have already perform an autopsy on Issa-Alien’s dead body by now -- which has reverted back to its natural vile alien form when Issa-Alien tried to attack Mulder and Mulder had to shoot him in what he thought was his heart, but it was instead his brain -- only to discover that Issa-Alien is in fact a heartless monster!

Of course, the story ends when Mulder exposes the vile body of Issa-Alien to the world press and the American populace begins to root out the heartless, soulless alien monsters that have hijacked the Republican party, and infected some of the Democrats, too.

That is the Horrorwalker Travel Guide version of the insanity that has infected Washington, DC!

We hope we are wrong!

RLJ

THE HORRORWALKER TRAVEL GUIDE IN BOOK FORM

2012-11-29T10:07:00.000-05:00

Here are the first 25, of 50 states of Horrorwalker horror, in Volume 1 of The Horrorwalker Travel Guide! There are 50 states of horror... and thousands of Horrorwalker horror tales! Welcome to the horror...

Here, for your perusal, is my true horror vocation... The Horrorwalker Travel Guide! I have been writing, and collecting my own horror short tales, for my Horrorwalker Travel guide concept since the 1970's.

There are a couple of Horrorwalker novels in the works, too... but I am primarily a short story writer.

You can view examples of my Horrorwalker tales all over the place, like on my Facebook pages or in my Horrorwalker Presents: Meals For Vampires book and it's blog site and Facebook page. Plus, I have the Horrorwalker.com web site that I am slowly working on!

The basic concept is... there is dark horror lying in wait in the 50 states of America. The Horrorwalker, a mysterious and frightening human-like creature moves across the earth by unknown dark means, wrapped in total mystery, presenting horror stories to apparently random, and some not so random, humans and forces them to read a tale from it's bizarre Horrorwalker tome... of the horror that it has obviously witnessed and somehow placed the full details onto the pages of it's huge volume. After the encounter, the Horrorwalker vanishes... oftentimes right before the eyes of the human.

These frightful tales are of werewolves, vampires, monsters, creatures, things and the most dangerous creature of them all -- the humans!

Humans who have been approached by the Horrorwalker are compelled to either take action in regard to what they have read, or record the tale for the benefit of others. These are the stories that end up on the Horrorwalker websites, and inside the Horrorwalker Travel Guide and other Horrorwalker books.

And here, now, before you is your opportunity to educate yourself about the Horrorwalker horror. There is a reason the Horrorwalker exists... and you want to be aware of the facts before it visits you!

Here, for your perusal... The Horrorwalker Travel Guide!

RLJ

"Sometimes you just have to scream... Bloody Murder!"

PANIC

2012-09-30T03:00:00.004-04:00

A horrorwalker travel guide non-fiction tale

PANIC

(Herndon, Virginia)

　

I'm sitting at my desk writing another scathing political rant against the racist, retro leaning Republican party. I'm full of fire as I am obsessing over Mitt Romney’s recent arrogant 47% of America comments. I was fully committed to what I was typing and was oblivious to my surroundings at the moment.

I suddenly felt something light touch down on the top of my bald head. Then I felt it move a little. I was of course startled and panicked as I looked up above my head at the white ceiling of my den which is about six feet above my head. I then had to physically fight the urge to put my hands on my head to feel what was up there.

I stood up and slowly made my way just down the hallway to the bathroom. I slowly reached inside the door and flipped the switch to the up position to turn on the bright lights. I cautiously approached the mirror and saw that the black thing that was resting on my head was the biggest motherfucking spider I had ever seen in my goddamn life.

‘Holy Fuck!’ I whispered in gut wrenching apprehension of making a move to get the fucking creature off my head.

It just stood there, pressed close to my scalp… unmoving! What in the hell was I going to do? I didn’t want this hand sized creature, actually the side of a half dollar piece, biting me on my goddamn scalp!

Fuck!

Then I got the brilliant notion to do something to remove this nightmare creature, that would probably be situation comedy funny, if this was not a real-life “life or death” situation!

I turned on my shower. I plugged the drain. I warmed the water a little. I then got down on my knees, pushed back my shower curtain and without hesitation jammed my head and upper torso into the medium force level stream of water. I left my head under the water for a few seconds before I slowly withdrew my drenched upper body and approached my mirror again.

Ah ha, goddamn it! The spider was off my head. I was already toweling off as I turned toward the shower to turn off the water, fully expecting to see the spider dead and floating in the warm water slowly filling the tub. But, much to my horror… there it was… struggling to climb out of the water, up the side of the tub. It was obviously a survivor, I thought, as I watched it move about. And then my mind came to clarity and I regained my senses… realizing that in actuality I always claim that I am not afraid of spiders. I never want to meet a Black Widow or a Brown Recluse, but I really keep my emotions under control when I see spiders.

And so, I reached down and pulled the plug out of the tub. The water quickly drained into oblivion. The spider stopped struggling and was now just sitting there… like it was waiting for me to make the next panicked move.

No more panic.

***

Ten minutes later, the spider and I are parting ways. I swept it onto my dust pan and took it outside to the front yard. I walked it, in the darkness of the midnight hour of night, out to the edge of the yard, hopefully far enough away to prevent another human head/spider encounter in the near future.

All that crazy, and in the end… the spider lives to see another morning and I can go back to writing my horror stories. The caveat of my life now is even though I often creep myself out when I write my horrorwalker tales, now I have a creepy crawly scalp to always remind me that a little bit of real horror is always one second away from us all in real life.

Wait for it… wait for it…

　

RLJ

9-29-12

THE RAPTURE

2012-09-13T04:09:00.000-04:00

My watch just stopped working!
The birds just stopped chirping!
The clouds just stopped moving!
My feet just stopped grasping gravity!

This has to be a waking nightmare dream!
The world around me just quit working.
Everything around me has begun to float away.
The air around me is now filled with everything!

I believe it is now 12:05 after noon.
Something strange about this day is now real.
The time has come for the day of reckoning.
Has God finally come to earth to exterminate us all?

I am rising upward at a faster speed now.
Gravity has ceased to exist and earthbound is now not.
This is surreal madness as I have just grabbed a frightened puppy.
The fear in its eyes tells me it knows something I do not!

And now there is the roar in the background.
A sound like a thousand jets is quickly approaching!
And way over there is what appears to be a wall of fire!
It is quickly coming this way and obviously I am soon to die.

Is that the rapture by God I have heard about for all my life?
Is God actually real and has finally decided to end it all on earth?
Are the true believers in the Bible's many words finally vindicated?
Are they to be spared the sudden many forms of death before us?

Or, did the threatened nuclar war over there begin.
American nuclear worships were sent into the reagon last week.
They said they would unleash the "Fire of a Thousand Suns" upon the world.
I am now feeling the rapidly increasinfg heat of a thousand suns!

I just released the puppy to the roaringly loud hot atmosphere.
It died from fright and heat a couple of minute ago.
My blistering skin is forcing screams of pain from my mind!
I will never yell out my pain and give God, or them, the victory!

Today the world appears to end!
My watch stopped working at 12:00 noon.
My final thought before I explode into a vaporizing fire ball is --
We could have prevented this blasphmous ending decades ago...

RLJ

THE FIRST GREY HAIR

2012-09-04T22:02:00.001-04:00

One day,

Not very long ago,

All my street thug life suddenly looked stupid to me…

All of the late night covert gang shootings,

And the cover of darkness fighting of people I never knew,

And the late night dangerous sex,

And the late night hanging out at the thug clubs,

And the smoking and the drinking,

And the 'bitch slapping' seemed stupid.

The revelation came to me,

That mind altered,

Fuzz filled morning,

After I glanced, again,

Into the bathroom mirror.

As I tried to push out the burning alcohol blood acid mix

That was supposed to be piss…

There it was,

Reflected back at me,

Hitting my eyes like sand in a wind storm,

Causing me to rub the sudden irritation --

Irritation or the welling of tears,

Caused by the numbing sight

Of my first gray hair - there - in my beard!

My heart sank to the bottom of my chest,

As my early morning bravado haze evaporated!

I suddenly realized,

In an epiphany of blurry thought,

That I am 42 years old and I am a bad human being!

My practically still smoking Glock 26k,

Over there on the desk,

It suddenly looked like a cannon,

As this emotional wave hit me!

A sudden realization slapped me straight…

‘I'm too goddamn old for the asshole crap I do!’

And then there came the coded knock on my front door.

‘The Dawgs’ were one hour early.

The hit was obviously moved up in time.

They were coming for me to use my cannon!

A whole lot of shit went down that morning…

You never abandon the gang without paying a heavy price!

What is giving up my favorite piece…

When I have more important things to consider…

Like how in the hell do I stop the gray hairs?

And how the hell do I explain,

To moms when I see her the next time,

The loss of my left pinky finger!

RLJ

WHERE IS GOD IN ALL THIS MESS

2012-09-02T02:47:00.000-04:00

If god truly exists, then -

Where is God in all this mess?

Why would God allow all of this world hysteria to ferment daily?

Why is God allowing the self-genocide of the human race?

Does God not realize that man is teetering on the brink of extinction?

If God truly exists, then -

Where is God when man consumes man?

Where is God when man consumes woman?

Where is God when man consumes children?

Where is God to smite down dirty, rotten, human beings?

If God truly exists, then -

How can God allow the continual rape of this planet?

How can God allow the depilatory removal of earth’s trees?

How can God not show creator’s pride and stop the madness?

How can God not just hurl this colossal failure into the sun?
　

　

If God truly exists, then -

Why has God not corrected this human mistake?

Why has God not just wiped the planetary slate clean?

Why has God not just eradicated the human virus?

Why has God allowed the madness to continue?

If God truly exists, then -

Why allow strapped-on bomb, suicide murders to exist?

Why allow the blasphemous sin of explosive carnage in God’s name?

Why allow barbaric beheading, stoning, and cowardly kidnapping in God’s name?

Why allow devil spawned evil to disguise itself as God’s work?

If god truly exists, then -

Why would God allow women to suffer by man’s hands?

Why would God allow the appalling deaths of so many innocents?

Why would God allow dangerous, egocentric untrustworthy men their power?

Why would God allow such men to destroy parts of this planet?

　
　

If God truly exists, then -

Is God actually a monster like the human monsters ruling this planet?

Is God actually a schizophrenic psychopath like these humans in charge?

Is God actually an immoral, greedy, power hungry immortal bastard?

Is God actually enjoying the show in this absurd ant farm experiment?

If God truly exists, then -

Enjoy this fucked-up mistral show while you can, God.

Without your swift, and soon to come, God-like intervention

You are sure to soon receive a planet sized pie in the face -when -

Planet earth, your great creation, is destroyed by your greatest failure - MANKIND!

(end)

A SALUTE TO DAVID CRONENBERG

2012-07-02T11:10:00.001-04:00

I see a lot of fans of horror movies posting lots of information about all things scary. I do not see a lot of postings about David Cronenberg.

Remember the fantastic Jeff Goldblum version of The Fly? Directed by David Cronenberg. Remember the movie version of The Dead Zone? Directed by David Cronenberg. Remember The Brood? Directed by David Cronenberg.

Remember the fantastic, fatalistic They Came From Within? If you are a horror fan, and you haven’t seen this brutally hardcore movie of how the world becomes infected with the monstrous “They Came From Within”, then you are missing a masterpiece of environmental CDC type horror!

How about Naked Lunch, or Rabid, or Videodrome!

And lately, David Cronenberg has shifted away from over the top bloody and messy horror to just bloody and messy action and intensity! Like, A History of Violence, Eastern Promises and back to the creepiness of A Dangerous Method!

But, as much as I love The Fly and They Came From Within… it is Scanners that grabs me by the heart every time I see it. Don’t just take these words… research Scanners and try to put your mind back in 1981 when concepts like this were new, fresh and outrageously scary.

Yea, this director is simply great with the horror he has inflicted upon us over the decades. If you don’t know his work, and you are a horror fan, then you have to research his library of content and dabble in the absurdly crazy and profound type of film making this man embraces.

I haven’t even talked about the frightening, make you doubt the sanity of your own doctor, derision and psychological horror of Dead Ringers! Oh, and how about Crash! And, how about Spider. And more stuff if you look for it!

Good job, David Cronenberg!

IN THE DARKEST PART OF THE NIGHT

2012-06-28T01:46:00.000-04:00

IN THE DARKEST PART OF THE NIGHT
(a horrorwalker.blogspot.com tale written for you, June DieSoon!)

In the darkest part of the night,
When the little ebony things that fear the light
Come out from beneath your sleeping site...
They crawl silently upon your chest to observe your life light.

And if you are strong enough this night
They simply crawl back into hiding to avoid the morning light.
But if your life force is weak and lacks the might...
They steal a part of your soul to use it for flight!

They will flutter around your abode like little bats,
Hovering above you awaiting the clues, like stealthy cats.
And if you are weak enough on that night of bad stats...
Your soul will be taken to the land of death and gnats.

If you are a horrorwalker and you fear not death or hell,
Then you welcome the challenge of the battle for your soul to tell.
You've got until the sun rises for the creatures to return to their dell...
To force the little imps to stop fucking with you like a wind blown sail!

Oh, you will make them return your inner id.
You claw and fight, striking with your sharpened fid!
You remember it all as that "recurring stupid dream" bid...
But you know, don't you, it's all too real, god forbid!

MOONLIGHT MOTH

2012-06-19T13:49:00.000-04:00

MOONLIGHT MOTH

Washington, DC

I’m writing tonight’s journal entry from my desk in my den. The noise in my bedroom is distracting me tonight and I need to write down my thoughts from a quieter place.

The beautiful, but frighteningly weird, moonlight moth is once again fluttering its huge bluish-silver and black wings against my bedroom window. It is now Saturday night and I have observed this odd behavior every night at the midnight hour for three weeks straight.

During the work week, I arrive home at the usual 8:00 night time hour. I head straight for the shower, then fix myself a light dinner before relaxing to the good book I am reading, or a bit of gossip with Paula over the telephone or attempting to spend an hour watching my favorite late night talk show before trying to fall asleep.

Every night now, in the middle of my favorite late night television show, this strange creature shows up at my apartment and throws its presumably soft body against my window as if it is trying to get inside my bedroom. The truly odd thing about this behavior is this: I know moths are attracted to light bulbs. They will fly to a flaming death to get at a high heat light bulb. Every kid learns this insect fact at a early age. This moth... this huge bird sized moth... is the exception to the rule as I know it. Even if my lights are out and the room is dark this creature still continues to hurl itself at my window. And, what makes this bizarre interaction really crazy is that it is now the middle of January. There is an inch of snow on the ground out there and this bit of bizarre weirdness is happening right here in Washington, DC!

WTF!

I've thought about opening my window to capture it, but I don't think so. I've heard about the recent increase of HORRORWALKER appearances across the USA and all of the weird horror themed speculation its appearances has generated. A lot of people around the globe are now in a minor 'the world is coming to an end' panic. I don't know what in the heck a bird sized moth bouncing off my window means, but I think I prefer to stay ignorant for now. Hopefully forever.

I'm still wondering, though... the temperature outside my window is 31 degrees. How is what I am witnessing possible? How can this unnatural behavior be reality? I don't know. But this I do know. I'm going to close my curtains again, climb back into my bed, pull my quilt high up over my head and jam these foam sound proof ear plugs deep inside my ear canal before I fall asleep. I'll check outside the window before I leave in the morning Just to make sure there isn‘t any damage, or anything like that.

Now, to end tonight's journal entry before I ....! What the hell? That's the sound of glass cracking in the bedroom, damn it! I have to finish this later. God... why me.

end

PJR

Short Review of: GHOST STORIES

2012-06-04T19:40:00.001-04:00

Hey fans of horror stuff. Have you ever seen this box set? All the information about the content is right there on the cover.

There are 40 half hour episodes in this box set. All are eerie, some are scary and a few are downright frightening. If you like ghost stories then this is for you.

Nothing compares to the Twilight Zone! And this box set is no exception. But, the production team tried hard to make some very skin crawling atmosphere in many of these these ghost tales. My short little mood poem below is the prefect primer to read before you watch the first episode.

On a scary ebon night...
When the stormy winds blow through the darkened wavy trees,
And swirling things bump against vibrating windows --
When outside dogs howl through their fear...
The perfect atmosphere is created for tales of ghosts and things.

On a scary ebon night....
When you wonder, 'what made that noise in the attic?' --
As you cringe as yet another thunder clap rattles your windows --
When you pull your comfort blanket even closer to your body...
That is the perfect time to pull out and watch some... GHOST STORIES!

RLJ

DEEP DOWN SOUTH

2012-05-19T16:09:00.000-04:00

-Bangor, Maine-

      I’ve heard there’s some crazy vampire stuff happening deep down south in Louisiana. It’s dark and damp and dank down there in the backwoods swamp communities… the perfect atmosphere for weird going’s on. There are suppose to be some very scary nexus hot spots down there where various mystical forces meet to mix and match ancient deadly mythologies as they are brought to life. I have to make my way down there. I must stand in the middle of one of those hot spots to see what it feels like to bathe in pure weirdness!

      I’ve been existing in the cold of the American north east for 110 years. I have been nearly frozen solid in snow storms, torn apart as swift moving , high rising river water swept over me, and watched in horror as my nightly hiding places are dwindling down to nearly nothing. I am down to literally hiding in caves like an animal. I now exist in the unbelievable fearful shadow of night time discovery. I have literally run out of places to hide.

      This bus ride is going to be a long trek. I can hide in the shadowy back of the bus, hopefully in quite peace. I will obviously get my meals during our layover bus transfers along the way. I must exert self-control because I will surely have to go extended periods of time without blood. We’ll see how that works out. I can become as outrageously uncontrollably feral as the worst of vampire undead. But, I have to make this trip to the deep south work. I don’t want the police snooping around the bus line as they are looking for who left the bloody mess behind.

      Louisiana… wait for me. I can feel you calling my name… and I will be on the road to meet you in… twenty minutes.

End

Jaz

RALPH PATTERSON – COPPERAS COVE, TEXAS

2012-05-11T19:11:00.000-04:00

MY HORRORWALKER ENCOUNTER

RALPH PATTERSON – COPPERAS COVE, TEXAS

      My name is Ralph Patterson. I live in Copperas Cove, Texas and I have seen THE
HORRORWALKER face to face. Although THE HORRORWALKER did not harm me in any way, it still scared the piss out of me and I still haven’t fully recovered from our encounter three years later. My nerves are all shot to hell and every time I close my eyes at night I see it standing there imprinted on the inside of my eyelids. I can even still hear its sandpaper voice whenever I have the sounds of my life turned off and I am trying to relax. That voice is like nothing I have ever heard before – imagine gravel scraping over glass and metal. Or, something like that.

      What’s crazy about meeting THE HORRORWALKER is the way it chooses to appear before you. I was standing in front of my refrigerator… actually reaching for the handle. In my right hand was a glass pitcher filled with orange juice mix that I had just added tap water to. I was going to get some ice to put in my cup. Then suddenly, without any warning whatsoever… it just appeared there... standing there, towering over me right in front of me, inches away from the pitcher.

      I gasped, then time and space seemed to vanish as my mind adjusted to this sudden intrusion. A second later, I was … aware… that I had actually dropped the heavy pitcher. It landed on my right foot, smashing into a hundred wet pieces. I looked down to see orange juice and blood pooling around my feet. I stood there looking at my foot, waiting for the pain that never came… because… I was distracted… because… THE HORRORWALKER presented its huge scary book to me!

     It somehow forced me to read the too strange tale titled, ‘THE BUG IN THE TREE!’ My skin still crawls when I think about the content of the story. Who would ever imagine that a loud obnoxious Cicada had the potential to be a monster from hell? You may read my HORRORWALKER tale somewhere inside the HORRORWALKER.COM web site.

      Its strange, you know… in retrospective reflective moments of thought about my encounter with THE HORRORWALKER… one fact about my encounter stands out the most. I am still amazed by the strange fact that there was no odor emanating from THE HORRORWALKER. The billowy clothing it wore, if in fact what I saw actually was clothing, looked like it should have trapped a lot of body heat. There was a redness mixed in with the blackness that billowed around it. I expected, maybe, the smell of sulfur… or something. And that scythe-like thing it held is an awesome sight. The menacing-looking, huge black blade looked like it was razor sharp. The stone-like handle had strange markings all up and down its six foot length. If only I could even begin to imagine what all of that menace meant.

     And the book of what I assume are many HORRORWALKER stories, how the pages seemed to turn themselves as I finished them, was baffling. It was all too weird, too surrealistic and too sublime.

     And then suddenly, as soon as I was finished reading through my crazy tale, THE HORRORWALKER was gone! I mean he was gone, like, vanishing right before my eyes. And then it was all over. All I had left from the experience was the memory from the story, the scary words it whispered to me before it vanished, this weird marking in my right palm that must have formed while I held the book and a body full of wrecked nerves. Oh, yea… let’s not forget my crushed foot. It healed just nicely in six weeks, but my mind, and my nerves, is still not right.

     From what I’ve read about the experiences of other people contacted by THE HORRORWALKER, everyone seems to react differently to their encounter with THE HORRORWALKER. Everyone appears to see, and feel, something different when they stand before it. Some people are filled with dread, some filled with fear, others are just confused. I think I am in the confused category. I hope I can shake this feeling of discombobulation someday, but it’s hard. You want to know how hard? Well, just you hope that THE HORRORWALKER doesn’t decide to just pop-up into your life one day, forcing you to read, quite possibly, a completely unwanted by you tale of horror… thus scaring the crap out of you and changing the core of your being forever.

Goodbye!

ON THE LOOSE

2012-04-23T14:26:00.000-04:00

Caleb Marx -- New Madrid, Missouri

     The door was jammed shut but the 200 plus pounds on my frame provided too much pressure for the rusty hinges and swollen jamb. Twice I threw my weight upon the damp wood. The second hit caused the wood to splinter outward. I fell through the door, landing quite embarrassingly on my ass.
      Since no one was around to witness my folly, only I suffered through the embarrassment.
      I hated every second of my incarceration! They thought they could lock me away forever. They thought they could keep me away from society, but they were wrong, goddamn it!
      Now, I'm free to roam the streets and strike out at my oppressors. Trouble is - I was locked away in that pad-lined, damn room for so long that I've forgotten who my oppressors actually are. Well, shit! Who gives a rip, actually. I'll just kill them all.
      Oh, and they won't catch me this time. Hell no! I'm wise to how to operate around their hounds and guns.

     I hated the guards!
     I hated the nurses!
      I hated the doctors!
      I hated the body numbing drugs!

      I now have guns.
      I now have knives.
      I now have rope.
      I now have determination!

      I write these notes as a means of clearing out my head. The voices in there are fucking with me something terrible. I must jot down some of my thoughts before I go on this killing spree. I am about to kill many people, and I will perform the task with fervor.
      After I finish the task at hand I will kill myself. Never again will I allow myself to be locked away in a two hundred-watt bright cell. Never again will I have to listen to doctors tell me over and over and over again that I am a homicidal paranoid schizophrenic. I knew this already and I didn’t need to hear anymore of their bullshit!
      I realize the police will blame these new murders straight back on me. But what the hell? I'll have already done it. They will be hunting for me. They will believe they can catch me before I kill again. They found me last time. I was younger and stupider back then. But I'm smarter now. I am in better tune with the voices in my head... and I have a plan.
      The cops better look out for the traps I‘ve set. A few of them will have to die before they smarten up. Got to go now. There is much destruction to commit before I meet my maker. So much to do. So little time to do it!

      Dynamite sticks in my back pocket!

-end-

csm

DRAINED

2012-04-17T01:08:00.003-04:00

-Centreville, Virginia-

'Tis exquisite pleasure --
And darkest torture,
Sweet dark mistress of the night,
That you rain down upon me --
When you siphon my live essence from my oft willing body!

You eagerly drain me of my life sap,
For reasons that I know why --
To drink deep from my heart beat pool;
For your own physical pleasure and demonic desire,
Plus your need to control my loyalty!
You are my most vivid nightmares!
Your presence is my tangible link to mortality.
When you painfully pierce my soft neck flesh,
Driving your sharp canine enamel desire deep inside my artery,
My mortality never feels closer to my heart as I burn inside...
While you drain me almost dry!
It is all so erotic, perverted and fear filled!

When your feral sexual ferocity rips my flesh to bloody pulpy shreds,
Luckily for me,
Even as I suffer through the blinding internal molten pain,
You possess the power to heal my wounds --
Before your talon-like nails rip me apart again.

But you never kill me, do you?
It seems as if you must need me alive and blood-filled --
For more than just sating your mystical hungers!
Please to never question my gratefulness,
Oh my queen of the darkness,
For I am glad to be living alive to serve you every sunless night!

So,
For another time,
It is now night time.
Darkness has just fallen to again cover all of us with blackness.
And I am watching over your ebony wood coffin of death-sleep,
Awaiting your emergence to the waking zombie-like world.
As usual... it is going to be a very long night!

-the end?-

(ppq)

2012-04-09T17:09:00.002-04:00

ENTER NET ACCESS

(Tulsa, Oklahoma)

Ten tiny fingers typed awkwardly on the large grey keyboard. The hour was late, and little bears and little ducks and little dolls should have been asleep hours ago. Mommy and daddy are sleeping the sleep of the very tired in their bedroom. And, these little fingers should be lightly wrapped around sleeping stuffed teddy bears at this time of the night.

Bright eyes stare into the dancing glow in the darkness emanating from the large monitor screen. There is a giggle, or two, that escapes little lips as another dark internet discovery is made. Chat rooms are too much fun. Talking to her secret friends is what makes clandestine late night sneaking around so much fun.

There, on the glowing colorful screen, are the words that make her giggle. These are little typed words from several voices. These words form curious questions. The counter-question would be asked, in a world where everything would be right and correct, is: “WHO WOULD ASK SUCH QUESTIONS?”

“Are you my big girl?”

“Are you my big friend?”

“Are you my little, big soldier?”

“Are your parents asleep?”

“Can you sneak into your kitchen?”

“Do you know where mommy keeps her knives?”

“Can you let us in the front door?”

“Do you want to go away with me?”

“Have you ever tasted blood?”

“Can WE taste your parent’s blood?”

“You giggle… you like that, don’t you?”

“All you gotta do is open the front door, and…”

-end-

rsp

Log Entry 1001

2012-03-19T15:57:00.001-04:00

horrorwalker.blogspot.com presents:

Log Entry 1001

Date: Irrelevant

Time: Irrelevant

(SOUTHPORT, NORTH CAROLINA)

LOG ENTRY 990

I will now officially begin these few final log entries of my science-to-be-published-for-public -consumption logs with this entry... log entry 990... with the steeped-in-sadness declaration that I, Assyria Lon Silurian, have just completed my successful landing upon this particular solid patch of sandy soil beach on this once magnificent green tinged planet – the third planet from the sun of this particular solar system. And with my touching down on this soil, I have set into motion events that sadden me because I must soon do things which I have considered to might be extremely, and extraordinarily, harsh by some... but necessary in my final estimation.

This planet is the only satellite of this bright yellow sun capable of supporting the practically limitless diversity of flora and higher forms of warm, and cold, blooded life in this quarter of this galaxy. Also, for thousands upon thousands of centuries, this planet was once considered the greenest, most desirable destination spot of the entire galaxy for explorers and scientists desiring a wide open world full of constantly evolving life for research and minimal contact exploration... that is, until the humans began to take frighteningly quick leaps and bounds in their technological advancements and mental evolution.

These beings known as humans, when first observed and studied by us as we mapped the land across the surface of this once awesome planet those long centuries past, were basically naked creatures without protective fur who were barely hanging on to a brutal existence. They were physically weaker than nearly every predator they encountered.... but, they were very intelligent.

They barely survived the harsh atmospheric conditions from month to month when the weather deteriorated from sunny and life giving to dark and cold and deadly. Their constant quest for food was as tough an assignment as that of any other predator I have ever studied. Disease was a constant threat to wipe out entire communities. But, as I have stated, there was an obvious amount of high intelligence in their brains and it was widely believed that these creatures would not only survive their harsh survival conditions, but eventually figure out how to create comfortable lives for themselves. Well, figure it out they did... all too well!

LOG ENTRY 991

These human beings, in under two hundred earth years, have become as much of a hindrance and danger to the various few observer ships silently traversing their night time airways as they are dangerous to everything else on the ground... including themselves. Humans, in their surprisingly brutal destroy first ask questions later mentality, are always more than willing to shoot down what they have named... UFO! I am saddened by this world group mentality.

I have landed on this planet because I have three days of work to complete before I make, perhaps, the most important decision of my scientific career. These final few log entries will create the record of the final hours of this project.

LOG ENTRY 992

I have physically visited this planet one time before my most recent research project! I landed on the pure white sand of a most wonderful coastal beach three hundred twenty-two years ago. I spent ten years researching humans commonly now known as native Americans. They were simple humans who lived off the absurdly fertile land and nurtured a healthy respect for the nature around them. That respect for the land and the animals and the plant life actually sustained their lives. They also maintained a very admirable respect for their neighbors. I did notice simple aggressive tendencies toward other clans here and there but it has always been known that the lesser advanced humans have always been inclusive and protective, seeking to keep what they own in their immediate vicinity by creating strong rules of engagement with other humans. I witnessed only one vicious battle between two of the three clans I studied during my decade of research. That short skirmish was created over a big misunderstanding about a female. It ended without any war or injury. The act actually strengthened the bonds between the clans. I left to move on to my next project confidant that these humans would continue to be good to the earth and each other.

I vowed to return to this spot on the earth to revisit them one day. Back then, I never would have believed I would return here under these dire circumstances.

LOG ENTRY 993

I have just trekked one earth mile northwest away from my star-craft. The walk through these trees and grass and bushes is an eye opening experience. Walking among the flora of this planet wakes me believe that this planet will eventually recover from the abuse it has taken from the humans who are its wayward stewards.

I just walked by a fawn hidden in the grass. It was beautiful!

Twelve minutes later... I am now back to the exact position where I observed my Native American subjects those long centuries ago. I am standing directly at the global position they once inhabited. The high grass and trees obscures the footprints of the past, but my sensors detect the many remnants buried in the ground that proves their formal existence. I will leave everything I see in the place it rests. It would not be respectful of the dead and long gone to disturb that which I respect.

I am looking straight up through the trees to scan the azure sky above. That blue sky looks so clean and pristine, but there is a lot of death floating around between where I stand and the clouds above. My scanner continues to overload as my bio-computer continues of try to make sense of all the micro destruction it encounters every second. The carbon death in the air seems to disturb the bio-circuitry more so than anything else. The many types of viruses and the frightening fungal infections coating much of everything is simply too much for my organics to comprehend.

The plants, the soil, the creatures and the air is permeated with the stuff of nightmares. The amount of cellular alteration created by this toxic soup of unnatural substances earth creatures breath in, and consume, with each and every breath is astonishing.

It is all too much!

It is all too dirty!

It all needs to be cleaned!

I need to go back to my star-craft, allow my portable bio-computer to transfer its information to its mother brain and to take a few minutes to decompress my unwanted emotions!

LOG ENTRY 994

I know this planet is now called Earth in many of the diverse languages spoken by its recent explosion of billions of human inhabitants. That word EARTH is such a beautiful word to describe this planet. That word conveys the spirit of the darkened soil that is filled with the very substances that keep the planet alive. That word conveys the spirit of the plant life as it fights to keep the lushness of EARTH alive and well. That word conveys the spirit of the animal life that struggles to consume, dig through, crawl over and under the EARTH! These words convey the pure ancient metaphysical spirit of the... EARTH!

Populations of animal life on planet earth come and go from century to century. The balance of the spirit of the earth, actually the planet's own regulatory balance, kept population's at bay and balance. Human's have killed the balance of the earth by their exponentially out of balance increase in human population and their refusal to die off in proper numbers to keep the world balance in order. World population order by war, pollution and self-induced famine is not balanced!

Death is in the air!

LOG ENTRY 995

My on-board bio-computers have silently monitored Earth's virtually uncountable numbers of diverse audio and video signatures bouncing from one side of the planet to the other side over the course of nine earth decades. I have heard it all... and a lot of IT is frightening!

Many humans are now swept up in a wave of growing disrespect for their own planet. When I monitor the human's communications I am shocked and disheartened by the growing wave of attacks against science. When intelligent creatures abandon science and embrace religion as the rule, the final result is always... death, when science is needed to save the day and the scientists are no longer prepared for their calling. It is a dangerous way to believe en masse!

Death is in the air!

LOG ENTRY 996

Let it be known to all who are interested... I want to show my respect for this planet Earth that is so well known to the galaxy at large.

I have easily hidden from all earthling attempts at discovering life beyond its atmosphere by strategically hiding behind the many objects surrounding the planet humans have named Jupiter. It is the simplest of matters to evade the primitive probes humans have propelled into open space. I respect the strides humans are making with technology, but things are getting out of hand.

This sudden disturbing turn in the hearts of humans around this world moved them from innocent Native Earthlings to bad global religious and racial provocateurs to horrible world war mongering animals before falling back to bad country squatters and smaller wars mongering snipers. The threat of all this and even more life destroying religious delusion and human self-destruction has brought me back to the surface of this planet.

And death is in the air!

LOG ENTRY 997

I decided fifty-one days ago that I simply cannot continue my unbiased, hands-off studies of the most complex planetary society in the known galaxy. Originally, the Galaxy Science Counsel tasked me to perform my duties for twenty earth years before returning home, if need be, to report if this planet actually deserves to continue to be ravaged by this most hardcore of species called humans. As it turns out, I needed to observe them for an additional seventy more years because I simply could not believe what I was witnessing from month to month.

First new disturbing thing... humans have begun to breed like rats. Why certain human females birth one child in a lifetime but many more birth three, four, six, ten, twelve or more is too complex to try to explain. Human females generally have complete control over their reproduction. They have hundreds of means for pregnancy regulation but their desire for sex, coupled with their extremely complex relations with their males, produces an atmosphere of an out of control earth population. How is it possible that a global human population can increase from millions to billions in three hundred years? That question has a glaringly obvious answer, but considering it makes my eyes burn from elevated blood pressure.

Also, human's have a seemingly psychotic love/hate relation with each other that appears to extend to the soil beneath their feet. That relationship threatens to literally tear this planet apart at its orbit. They have cut and burned one third of the plant life, paved over vast sections of the land, rendered huge portions of their oceans toxic, filled the atmosphere with chemicals that are slowly choking and eroding all life and melting the planet's polar ice caps. I have decided that I will not continue to park in orbit behind Jupiter and continue to passively observe as these unrealistic human creatures destroy what was once the most beautiful jewel floating in space.

My attitude toward humans turned from great concern and curiosity to abject fear and disgust as I began to observe the first of 58 different star-craft from several different solar systems were disabled and forced to crash into the land by six of earth's governments starting in the 1940's when surface to air missiles began to find their target. The fact that these governments continue to lie to the world population concerning the very real presence of what they call UFO's tells me that there is a real and blatant disregard for reality by too many humans in power. And this, for lack of a better earth word, delusion, is not going away. Earth humans continue to devolve into increasingly horrid savage behavior day by day. It is only a matter of time before the atomic weapons fall into the wrong hands. Then it will be too late for anyone to help this planet. And it is ultimately the planet that must be saved.

The end of all the madness is at hand.

LOG ENTRY 998

The planet wide pollution blight is the insanity of the impure filth that coats and erodes everything on the surface of this planet. The chemicals in the moisture in the air would slowly eat away at my skin if I removed my bio-suit and walked around unprotected. I do not want to imagine what would happen to me if I were caught in a rainstorm. I have surmised that I could survive about six minutes of exposure to a typical downpour before I would succumb to toxic shock.

I am particularly disturbed by the pathologically absurd, ravenous hunger humans possess for the animals that live in the oceans. My planet, Thalami, is a Hydrogen/oxygen/carbon based planet much like Earth. That reason alone originally piqued my interest for lobbying for this observer position. But, we treat our oceans like we treat our offspring... like a precious legacy for the next thousand year life-cycle generation. Humans are literally consuming, or poisoning, nearly every species in the planet's waters. Many human societies attack the oceans with a consume it all without conservation attitude that makes me physically ill just thinking about it. This behavior completely confuses me. If you eat or poison everything edible in the ocean, without any regard for replacement and true conservation, are you not eventually rendering your food source extinct? And if you remove the animals from the oceans of the world are you not destroying the symbiotic nature between the ocean, the animals and the earth itself?

I do not understand - and I have spent these many earth years trying - the minds of humans as a collective mindset. Year by year, their technologist continue to develop electronic greatness but their primal fear of their spiritual beliefs, and their mistrust of each other, continue to set them back to their stone age. They fight each other to the death every day. Humans war, states war and countries war year after year... it really is insanity. They lie to each other. They cheat each other. And I believe, with few exceptions, humans truly hate each other. They simply refuse to move forward. They are more warlike than ever and I know I will not allow them to continue on this way.

LOG ENTRY 999

I am now standing, again, on the sandy edge of this remote forest near the Atlantic Ocean in the state know as North Carolina. I can see the ocean through the trees off to my left. Even though I have written all of these negative words into my log I must admit that the green of this dense area of coastal swamp forest is beautiful. The chirping birds sound wonderful. Even the mosquitoes bouncing off my visor have beauty in their form and functionality. Also, the fact that there is not a human being within twenty miles of my current location is refreshing. It is almost serene enough here to make me forget what I am about to do, but no... I have given much extra consideration to this mission. And now and I am going to see it through to the bitter end.

LOG ENTRY 1000

All Observers like me carry one Bio-Reset Bomb on board our star-craft. I am empowered by The Galaxy Science Counsel to, at my discretion, detonate the device if I see fit. My Bio-Reset Bomb has been tuned to instantly, painlessly break down the DNA of every human bathed in the BDVP – the Bio-Devolve Radiation Pulse. When I enter the 8 digit code into the control module and voice the detonate command, practically every human being on planet earth will be reduced to inert organic material within the time space of 6.2 earth hours. And the survivors of the first pulse will have to deal with the additional nine pulses over the next seven days before the device self-destructs. All humans to be destroyed... reset!

I suppose a human observer to what I am about to do might be appalled at what is about to occur. I suppose I could understand the shock. But for me, I am now with clarity and am without remorse. I have always known that I might have to detonate my Bio-Restart Bomb.

Human beings must be reset because they have become a deadly threat, not only to their planet, but potentially the outer galaxy. They now have grand illusions of human travel trials to Mars. I simply cannot allow this. Humans beings are such a destructive force of nature that they must never be allowed to expand out beyond the Earth's moon.

I will have to track down and destroy the satellites they have launched into space as a final clean-up act.

Let it be know again, as this is common knowledge, that this is, in fact, the second Bio-Reset Bomb detonated on planet Earth. The first Reset Bomb was detonated by my ancient ancestor to destroy the creatures known by humans as dinosaurs. These creatures were discovered to be such vicious, aberrant monsters that The Galaxy Science Counsel decided they could not allow them the chance to evolve into something even more destructive and frightening. They were literally eating and stomping their way through the landscape like a planet killing force. Humans could not have evolved without the removal of those creatures. And now, humans have proved to be infinitely more destructive than building sized, cold blooded reptiles.

LOG ENTRY 1001

Good bye, Earth. I had such high hopes for your evolution. But your guardians have evolved into your greatest enemies. You, planet earth, will survive the Bio-Reset Bomb's influence. In fact, you will once again reclaim your true form. Your oceans will restock... in a different species configuration. Your animals will reclaim what is rightfully theirs... in a completely different configuration! The land will eventually become untainted by man's meddling and poisoning. And, the plant life will once again recover to cover over the artificial surfaces choking the dirt underneath.

And if by chance a few humans survive the Bio-Reset Bomb... they will have a true horror to witness. I know how resilient humans are. I, in fact, do expect some of them to survive the Bio-Reset. Those survivors will be paid a visit by the Bio-Clean-up Probe I am leaving in this spot. They will have a written and video/audio record of this missive, in English. Five years from this day, this probe will seek those survivors and present to them these words in this Log Entry 1001.

And when I, or whomever, returns to this planet in however many years we decide to do that in... well, we will just see what those surviving humans have decided to do with themselves. Then we will see if there is a LOG ENTRY 1002.

-END-

rlj

VAMPIRE LOGIC PRESENTS: WHISPERS

2012-03-13T00:11:00.003-04:00

(Brooklyn Park, Minnesota)

-one-

Where was I?

I was floating along wistfully in my red river sleep dreamland --

Until I heard something that opened my eyes wide awake!

My mind came to reality,

Then my body slowly followed,

For it was then the midday hour!

And I was then staring blindly into the coffin blackness.

“Sleep, please come back to me,” I begged a whisper to the darkness.

“I must return to the blissful whisperers in my awaiting dream.”

-two-

Oh, sweet dream dust and red candy sand,

My dream bliss had actually left me in the awake!

I realized I was greedily reaching for more dream stuff, for you see,

I was actually still asleep and dreaming of reaching toward the darkness!

-three-

The dark, it whispered…

Sleep to forget the hunger,

You undead sleepy head,

And awaken to the blood lust when you no longer hear these…

Whispers!

-end-

Vampire Logic Presents: REFLECTION

2012-02-27T13:40:00.001-05:00

-Galveston, Texas-

I miss my fucking vanity!
Goddamn it all to hell!
How on earth can I feel good about myself when,
Much to my total disgust,
I cannot even preen over myself in…
THE GODDAMN MIRROR!

It fucking sucks to be undead!
Are you kidding me?
I don’t have a goddamn heartbeat!
I don’t have a goddamn soul!
I don’t have a place in any kind of heaven!
I am a hell bound demon sucking tainted blood.

I can’t kill myself!
I have tried too many times.
Some evil supernatural thing won’t let me die!
I hear whispers in the air around me!
They say, “You are a creature of the night!
And, you will accept what you are!”

Who do I fall in love with?
I will never trust the motivations of another vampire!
Heath’s heart was as cold and lifeless as is mine.
How can I love and respect another human --
When all the time I will view him as a potential meal.
I loved Samuel, even as I tore out his throat while he slept!

Bitterness and anger fills me with hatred!
And it all falls back to my hate affair with the mirror.
Men, and Vampire, tell me I am beautiful.
But what in the hell does the compliments mean when --
I do not reflect an image on anything!
I cannot look into my own eyes -- to search for my soul!

The whisperers in the darkness tell me this…
Vampirism is not my actual curse.
Losing the ability to know what you are,
By studying your reflection in a mirror --
Now, that is a curse worthy of a dirty, filthy Vampire!
And I have an eternity to miss my goddamn reflection!

-end-
asp

ALCATRAZ REVIEW

2012-02-14T12:23:00.001-05:00

I am an always found fan of LOST! I am a big fan of everything J.J. Abrams! I am a big fan of Sam Neill -- way back from the GREAT flick from 2003 "DEAD CALM" with Nicole Kidman and Billy Zane -- and I love Jorge Garcia in this great roll in Alcatraz and from his starring role in LOST!

Throw J.J. Abrams, Sam Neill, Jorge Garcia and the lovely Sarah Jones into the creative pot to make a television show and what do you get? You get ALCATRAZ! And, my oh my... what a fantastic X-FILES, LOST, TWILIGHT ZONE combination! Wow, wow, wow! Fantasy, horror and science fiction done right on the television can be perfect entertainment.

The Invaders, Voyage To The Bottom Of The Sea, The Twilight Zone, Lost In Space, Ghost Story, Tales From The Dark Side, Friday The 13th The Series, Lost, Invasion, Night Gallery and so many more great examples of television horror/science fiction greatness. A few episodes in... and I believe ALCATRAZ has some thick legs to stand on. Watch the show to give it the ratings it deserves, people!

ALCATRAZ producers... this is a bit of free advice from a horror fan in the know! You are starting out your show with a dangerous caveat -- you have a beautiful female lead on your show and you have dressed her like a butch tomboy during every episode. Sarah Jones has a lot of work before ALCATRAZ where she is the feminine hot chick. Saran Jones is in reality a bubbly, bright, young chick that always shines with a girl next door hotness. You cannot hide the fact that she is extremely busty, too. Her assets have been prominently shown in her former works. You don't have to strip her down to her underclothing, but you better feminize her... and soon... or you will make your male viewers who tuned in to ALCATRAZ to see this beautiful woman act... and show some femininity... abandon your show!

Fringe made the mistake you are about to make. The first episode of Fringe had ANNA TORV, the beautiful star of the show, in several feminine scenes, including stripping down to her underwear to step into the deprivation tank. After that first show... she has been another hot chick dressed as a tomboy. And the ratings are suffering because of it. If I see ANNA TORV in another talk show interview dressed in bright colors and looking fine as a model, and then watching her dressed as a man on FRINGE I just might give up on the show. Yea... just because of that fact!

Both female characters have a feminine side… even if it is at home when they are alone. Your male audience, and quite frankly… let’s be real about this… many of the female viewers, need a bit of voyeurism in their television show when the hot chicks are the stars of the show. Women like to look at pretty women, too. You want to bring us back from week to week… show some femininity!

PAYMENT

2012-02-10T12:32:00.002-05:00

-Tucson, Arizona-

Yes,

I know you didn’t want it to turn out like this.

Now,

And in the future,

You will think twice before you ask another dark favor

Of me.

Next time around…

You might really not like what I demand as payment!

Now wipe off all that blood and go away!

-end-

ram

DEAD MAN'S TEARS

2012-02-06T10:09:00.000-05:00

DEAD MAN’S TEARS

-Seaford, Delaware-

I cannot cry because:
A dead man cannot shed tears.
My heart does not beat,
Therefore my sweat glands and tear ducts
Do not receive internal moisture.

I was once a vibrant human male!
You could cut me and I would bleed red!
But now I am a cursed abomination…
A soulless thing that must commit horrible crimes,
If I am to survive the cold void call nighttime!

I am compelled to kill humans for their blood and flesh!
Then I hide in the dark shadows by day,
Like some mangy mongrel feral animal,
Warring with my social cravings to preserve my sad life.
I am a wild animal of fangs and hair to be destroyed on sight!

And if I could cry…
I would weep saline tears over my recent soul shattering loss.
I would cry because I cannot bare to continue to walk this earth…
Without my trusty companion…
My blind German Sheppard, Elmo.

Monday night was filled with nightmare dreams of…
The time before my turning when I was a human being.
My wife was my best friend of ten years.
My three young children were my reason for living and working.
And Elmo was my friend before my family formed.

The memories kick me like a steel toed boot to my shin!
I was attacked by a feral beast monster that night three years ago.
I spent two weeks in the hospital recovering from my back wounds.
One horrible month later -- at midnight -- the first night of the new full moon,
I transformed into the horrible monster that I am today!

I murdered my family as they slept!
I ripped them all to shreds like a pack of lions at a kill!
I ran out into the darkness to kiss the feral freedom of wild nature!
My newly created animal madness was now my reality!
And Elmo followed behind me like my compatriot in animal crime!

I now have a small bit of control over my animal id.
Until the bloodlust overtakes me, I can hide away from my prey.
I don’t think I will fight for control any longer.
This dead man cannot cry away his grief, and now…
The last visage of my formal humanity has just left me!

Elmo died list night!
He was thirteen years old and I could smell the end of his life.
I am sad inside my mind for the lost of my longtime companion.
But, I cannot cry… and so, these thoughts of emotion are moot!
And the feral part of me took over again as I held him in my arms.

I slowly ate Elmo from head to tail…
Crunching away the last parts of my humanity with each bite!
I consumed every part of my canine friend…
Licking the last drops of blood off the dirty back alley concrete floor.
And with that last taste of blood went my humanity into my stomach!

I cannot cry because:
A dead man cannot shed tears.
I am now the complete monster I was turned into!
Time to turn on my newly mindless thoughts…
And prowl the midnight for my food… and quite possibly my own death!

-pap-

ANIMAL BLOOD

2012-01-31T11:06:00.006-05:00

vampirelogic.com presents:

-Southport, N.C-

Nothing sates the bloodlust thirst,

The strongest desire of the undead dead like --

Warm human blood!

I was once human!

What irony be this lengthy reality --

That now I must feed,

Blood craving cannibal-like,

Upon what was once my own kind.

Human blood,

So sweet and so salty,

Dashed with the spice of tangy chemical food additives…

My fangs drip saliva in a Pavlovian response!

I crave the sugar and sodium mixture in you.

I savor the electric abuse that flavors your blood.

I swoon as I anticipate the taste of your flesh.

As my teeth pierce your neck skin, I will see stars!

Those are the thoughts and desires of a wonting vampire!

Though I am about to imagine sweet tastes and sounds,

I am actually about to drain this squealing pig of its blood --

I have not hunted human prey in two years.

I covet the human taste every time I drink –- animal blood!

I sit here in my grey darkness listening to the squeals…

Just before I drink the harsh blood that is not human!

This is thick, rich, raw, gamey, coppery wild feral blood!

Feral blood is never good enough to be satisfying!

Every drink I take draws me closer to the human hunt.

Soon, because I now can barely resist my vampire bloodlust,

I will have to go back to the city for -- human blood!

-end-

author: myk

AMERICAN PSYCHOSIS

2012-01-30T11:27:00.000-05:00

(horrorwalker.com non-fiction)

-ANY TOWN IN AMERICA, USA-

     There is a true horror psychosis gripping America right now. This last decade in the history of the United States of America has produced a haze of ignorance, stupidity, and a bizarre need for Americans to self-destruct that has never before been seen on American soil. The vacuuming away of the common sense of the typical American is the most frightening thing I have ever witnessed in my 52 years of living on this planet!
      Examples: I would have never believed two years ago that the United States Postal Service would be teetering on the cliff of destruction! And, that the federal government, with its anti-American morality Republican guard, was the evil culprit about to push it over the edge! Unbelievable!
      Example: I have seen several prominent Republican politicians, male and female, stand or sit before crowds of people -- in town hall meetings and on various television outlets and on radio outlets -- and tell the crowd or television or radio audience that they absolute do not believe in evolution! These are suppose to be the intelligent, though-out leaders who are suppose to lead America with true facts that ground us all in reality and common sense! This is a dumbing down of America that frightening me to no end. Comedian D.L. Hughley was a guest on Real Time with Bill Maher in early 2011. He shared the panel with Rep. Jack Kingston. Kingston declared, again, for the world to see and hear that he does not believe in evolution. I absolutely expected that declaration from that republican lunatic! I was SHOCKED when Hughley declared that he too does not believe in evolution! And he was serious about that fact! Sheer madness and lunacy!
      Example: WAR IN THE MIDDLE EAST! America continues to fight an endless war against the “enemy” over on their soil… an enemy who wants only one thing from every other country on this planet -- to be left the hell alone to survive on their own land on their own terms! Surround them, cordon them off, separate them from the rest of the world… anything! Pull out our people and pull out our money and just let these people survive on their land on their own terms and as the years roll by… well, we’ll see!
      Example: Racism in America. I was born in 1959 in Southport, North Carolina. Up until I was 8 years old, I was called Nigger by most of the white people that I met… out of the setting of school. I remember being spit at. I remember being told Niggers should go to hell. I remember the neighbor’s four children who lived across the way from my grandfather’s house yelling “NIGGERS, NIGGERS, NIGGERS” whenever they played out in their yard and I was outside. I also remember the parents never telling the children to stop. I also remember wishing that one day, maybe by the time I was an adult, that nasty racist people will have all vanished off the surface of the planet. I am now 52 years old and I just survived the morally bankrupt administration of George Bush, only to have witnessed two years of the most vile, horrible racist Republican led self-destruction I could not have imagined back in 1963 when it was the norm for southern white people to scream Nigger into the face of a black person. Racism is just as nasty and pervasive as it has ever been! Only now, actions speak louder than words!
      These Republican debates are a sad canvas to the rest of the world to observe and dissect! Absolutely shameful behavior!
      Example: The black republican! Michael Steele, Herman Cain and Allen West! These men are not only traitors to African-American ideals, but traitors to the very democratic policies implemented by both white and black American freedom fighters who have fought the fight against the darkest side of America, many fighting to the death! Democratic ideas allowed these three black men to be where they are today. And they proudly strut around like Republican peacocks filled with the most virulent, brain rotting… bird flu-like toxin! Sad!
      I could go on and on and on. I just needed to vent this derision from my mind. Newt Gingrich and his take the “poor” student and put them to work as school janitors bullshit has driven me over the edge! And, the fact that white people are not outraged that this man could potentially be the president of America! This man is a true psychopath! What in the world is wrong with American people… American white people… today.
      It is a true American psychosis!

And don't even get this HORRORWALKER started on the GHOUL with the bizarre name of Santorum!

rlj

MY FACE IN THE MIRROR

2012-01-25T10:36:00.000-05:00

-Smyrna, Georgia-

There is one thing a man can count on for the total truth --
It hangs, portal-like, in his darkened sanctuary booth.
That booth is the reality bending vortex called -- the bathroom.
Bad things can happen in there that may spell doom and gloom.

I just stumbled into that place to look, again, into the truth portal.
The face reflected back at me destroyed the lie I can no longer sustain.
The grey hairs look greyer this early morning,
And the lines on that face are a little more pronounced today.

What the hell happened to me last night?
I only drink two glasses of red wine with my restaurant meal.
Laura seemed to have a good time -- she laughed at my lame jokes.
Good god, am I finally realizing the twenty year difference in our ages?

My goodness, I am in love with a twenty-seven year old turbo-hot babe.
She is lying right here, inches from my frightened body.
Her smooth breathing and beautiful form screams youth and freshness.
Her flawless face draws me in like a bee to a bright flower.

She tells me every night that she loves me and needs me.
Her gentle touch shoots electricity straight into my vitality.
Her kisses transfers youth and vigor straight into my heart.
Her commitment makes me feel secure and needed.

That’s all fine and good reality check stuff.
She is right here and I am lying by her side.
All of this surreal love and relationship stuff is fantastic…
Until I look, again, into that mirror and scream at my grey hairs.

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