LOOKING FOR THE DIRT IN THE SAND

Presented for your perusal, dear reader, another early Countdown To Horror Zero tale.
This second offering of this story is basically for the many who missed my early posting.
I have about four more older postings to release.

You are about to meet a person who has an alarming encounter with The Horrorwalker.
Then, you will get to experience the Horrorwalker tale this person was forced to read.
So, check out this little tale of a very disrespectful member of the undead...
And, what happens to it for its horror folly in this tale called:
Looking For The Dirt In The Sand.

RLJ




(Season 1, Episode 63)

PERRY LEROY GORE'S HORRORWALKER ENCOUNTER

(Holden Beach, North Carolina)

I am Perry Leroy Gore. I was traumatized by that Horrorwalker creature back in 2004. I was walking along the shore of Holden Beach attempting to allow the clean ocean breeze to blow away another week of stress from the job, and my busy life.

It was a very hot mid-summer evening. Even though the beautiful fresh breeze from off the ocean comforted me, I was well aware of the fact that it was still 92 degrees at 7:21 PM on a slowly darkening Friday evening.

The wharf was now hundreds of yards in the distance. I had walked all the way down from the edge of the wharf end up at the edge of the sandy area of the upper end of this part of the beach. I would have to climb over several yards of small boulders and grassy shoreline weeds to get to more sandy beach over there. But I had walked enough, so I decided to turn around and walk back. And as I turned around… well, there it was… standing before me in all its frightening glory.

Even though the ocean breeze whipped around me like I was in a wind tunnel, The Horrorwalker creature was not affected by the elements. I was amazed that its garments did not react to the forceful condition of the Atlantic Ocean wind. It was like... an invisible shield surrounded it.

But these facts are all semantics. What happened to me was the usual in Horrorwalker encounters. It paralyzed me where I stood... forcing me to stand there in the elements, that I no longer felt, as I read the horror story it presented to me after I took its tome into my hands. As as I would have imagined, the pages of the huge book did not flip around as the wind buffeted them. And when I was finished reading this tale, it vanished into the magical unknown right before my eyes. It was there standing before me... and then it was not!

But... there, in the dry white sand, were its footprints. And I have the proof right here inside my cell phone and my computer.

Maybe I'll talk about the nightmares I've been having since that day at a later time.

And so, here it is… a little Horrorwalker tale about a scary creature of the night.

I have never told a soul about my Horrorwalker encounter. If you are reading this diary entry… well, now you know about it. Let’s just hope something too bad hasn't happened to me because of my Horrorwalker encounter. You have found my Journal… and now you know about the story I was forced to read by The Horrorwalker, titled:

LOOKING FOR THE DIRT IN THE SAND

(Holden Beach, North Carolina)

Out by the Carolina seashore,
Strolling along the length of this beach.
The ocean breeze, it cleanses me...
It blows my worries through my skin.

The sparkling sand mashes between my toes.
The purity of the white sand particles looks like sugar.
The ocean is ten feet away from my steps...
How is this sand so hot and so dry where I stand?

I don't remember where I buried Richard’s body last Summer.
I thought I dug his sandy beach grave right here!
That Sunday midday was bright and full sun lit…
The brightness must have thrown my senses off by many yards.

This strange guilt has eaten away at my soul for almost a year.
I should have paid a visit to the local police by now.
But how do I convince human policemen that the man I murdered was…
In fact, a two hundred year old vampire serial killer.

Oh, I played a big part in aiding and abetting the blood feeding monster!
I covered for him as the State Police searched for the serial killer.
He threatened to eat my wife, and my mother, if I did not comply.
I hid his coffin in my basement for eleven months… before the incident!

I had quickly returned home from the mandatory business convention in Raleigh!
He told me he would never attack my family as long as I complied!
I made a midday return to a dead quiet home -- and I knew horror had struck!
Bursting into my bedroom, there was Angelica -- throat ripped out, drained of blood!

The evil was now transferred into my soul!
Murder was now the only ambition in my heart!
I went out back, found my hatchet, hacked off two oak branches and made my stakes!
My first task was to go back into my bedroom to say goodbye to my love.

I cried like a baby as I drove the fresh stake deep through her heart!
I was appalled as the bloodless tip of the oak wood pierced through her back.
I gently rolled her up in the floor rug…
Before carrying her to the trunk of my automobile.

The door of the basement was unlocked from the inside.
I walked down the twenty steps with purpose of mind and hatred of heart.
And there in the corner, in full arrogant display, was the closed coffin!
I truly expected the monster to have moved the coffin to another site!

There was no hesitation in my purpose of what needed to be done!
I pulled the shades off all the windows to let the bright sunlight inside the room.
I walked over to the coffin to snatch the lid open to reveal the monster inside.
He immediately began to burn as the solar rays began to cleanse the evil!

Ah, the pain awoke him from his undead horror slumber!
And I placed the stake over his heart, as he weakly grabbed my left arm!
“You are going to die right now!” I screamed as I brought the hatchet butt down!
And I struck the stake twenty times before I was finished exorcizing my demon!

The body continued to burn and crumble until there was only dust left in the coffin.
I scooped the contents into a Mason Jar and tightened the lid with a pipe wrench.
I ripped the bedding away from the coffin wood and stuffed that into a plastic bag.
And minutes later I was driving down to this remote stretch of Holden Beach!

And now, I am walking along the beautiful sand.
The monstrous Atlantic Ocean is roaring off to my left.
The beautiful coastal Carolina shore is on my right.
And somewhere below my feet is the buried contents of my wife and her murderer!

When I drive the six miles back home… I will be vexed even more.
The coffin of the monster I murdered is still in my basement.
The undead ones who he allowed to survive the turning…
They are homing in to the evil in the wood of the coffin!

I have killed six more of his vampire monsters.
They approach me unknown of my knowledge and my deeds.
The call of their master is an attraction they apparently cannot resist!
And when they find their way all the way down here to me -- they will die!

I am complicit in all this horror!
I should have been a man from the first time I met Richard.
I was weak to allow his threats to frighten me into compliance…
It now behooves me to be the serial killer -- of his vampire undead legacy!

I am Perry Leroy Gore!
I harbor dark secrets that should drive me insane!
I really only have one purpose left in this crazy life…
Bury Mason Jars of vampire undead ash under this white beach sand.

RLJ