Horror tales to be posted every weekend -- for Monday viewing... unless a different date is noted... perhaps.

Monday, December 30, 2013


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 original posting.
I have one more older postings to release.
Enjoy... the Horrorwalker World Horror!

Presenting... THE RAPTURE!



(Season 1, Episode 57)

A horrifically doomed person donated his final words,
His tale of horror of a future terror to come,
His Horrorwalker encounter story to the Horrorwalker Travel Guide.
As usual, the person's initials end Horrorwalker missives.
This tale of frightening horror does not need to be vetted as truth.

As all of you should know,
This anonymous Horrorwalker horror poem,
As with all Horrorwalker tales,
Will come true.
It will come true... let us all hope that day will come much later than sooner.

Perhaps the author was shown something more by the Horrorwalker that he...
Is not willing to share right now.
And perhaps,
This is a fiction tale composed by someone who is...
Delusional enough to tempt the wrath of the Horrorwalker by creating this possible fiction?

Mankind may never know the answers!
But again, Horrorwalker missives do come true!
So the world simply waits to see what will happen.
In the meantime... presented right here in The Countdown To Horror Zero,
One of the more disturbing Horrorwalker horror tales: The Rapture!



(Charleston, S.C.)

I heard the ear drum imploding bang of impossible sound...
Like a world sized drum struck from inside.
I knew it when I heard it...
My life as Samuel Masters was soon to end with the rest of the world.

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 heard a woman scream out toward the sky,
“Dear God, I’m coming home to you in your Rapture!”
She was praying words of “I’m coming home to you, God...”
As she floated toward the east and out of my line of sight.”

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 all life on earth?
Are the true believers in the Bible's many viral words finally vindicated?
Are they to be spared the sudden many forms of death before us?

It is not only the insanity created by reading the bible that has made us all dead!
Other religions have their fictional narrative followed, word for word, in their own book!
And lately, a cracked religion has formed around the words of a deceased science fiction writer!
The world of religion has gone mad and some of its leaders have nukes... and want to use them!

Did the threatened nuclear war from the psychopaths over there finally begin?
American nuclear worships were sent into their region last week.
The enemy said they would unleash the "Fire of a Thousand Suns" upon the world.
I am now feeling that rapidly increasing heat of a thousand suns!

I just released the puppy to the raging, loud hot atmosphere.
It died in my arms 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!

Religion is the Uranium 235 of the social atomic bomb.
Earth is a fractured rock of death and destruction fueled by and evil God’s madness!
Suicidal humans who desire one thing in their lives -- to meet their God…
Would rather blow up the planet that capitulate to another religion’s dogma.

And today... the world is appearing to burn to an end!
My watch stopped working at 12:08 PM.
My final thought before I explode into a vaporized fire ball is --
‘The politicians could have prevented this blasphemous ending a decade ago!’


Monday, December 23, 2013


(Season 1, Episode 58)

The Horrorwalker Travel Guide Presents:

(Green Bay, Wisconsin)

I was floating along wistfully in my sleep dreamland --
Until I heard something that opened my eyes wide awake!
My mind came from surrealism,
Then my body slowly followed,
For it was then the searing 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 whispers of my awaiting dream.”

Sweet copper-iron dream dust and candy red sand,
My bliss had not actually left me in the awake!
I was reaching for more dream stuff…
For you see,
I was actually still asleep and dreaming of reaching toward the dark --
The dark that whispered these hushed words…
You hungry, undead sleepy head.
And awaken to feed upon the living when you no longer hear the…


Wednesday, December 18, 2013


(Season 1, Episode 59)

There are other Horrorwalker inspired horror tomes out there!
Their authors have had their lives changed forever with a...
Personal Horrorwalker encounter!

 With their imaginations,
Or through sharing their personal Horrorwalker Tome story,
 These authors expand the narrative of the precarious nature of the horror in the... 
Horrorwalker World! 

Human nature as it is... 
We, humans, exploit all given situations. 
And so, 
Here for your perusal, 
From the Horrorwalker Horror tome titled: Blood Plasma, 
Is a little horror tale of -- ANIMAL BLOOD!



-Southport, N.C-

Nothing sates the bloodlust thirst,
 The  strongest desire of the undead dead like -- 
Warm human blood! 
I was once a human being named Marc Banner! 

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!


Monday, December 9, 2013


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 original posting.
I have a few more older postings to release.
Enjoy... the Horrorwalker World Horror!

Presenting... GRASS!



(Season 1, Episode 60)

(Plano, Texas)

I am Paul Masterson... and this time I awakened to find myself kneeling in a wide expanse of field. The knee high grass is very green and waving lazily in synchronization to the gentle warm breeze blowing around me. Birds hidden in the grass chirp happily, confident in their anonymity. I believe they are whippoorwills, but since it is actually midday, and they do not usually give their familiar call until evening, I must offer a guess as to their actual identities.
I see no trees in this landscape. There is only big blue sky meeting hills covered in green grass. The scene is calming -- intoxicatingly calm, actually.

Suddenly, the grass around my knees parts open, retreating onto itself to present to me the open space the size of a football field. The soft green carpet invites me to walk on it. The blades now barely reach above my ankles. I turn in a complete circle to view the awesome all before me. I am stunned. What is actually happening here? And, just where am I? Also, what is that form that just appeared low to the grass on the opposite side of the clearing? Something… I can’t … quite… make out. Is that a person?

I slowly begin to approach the out of focus form. Within minutes I realize I am walking toward a woman. And suddenly I am filled with the urge to run toward this woman, who by now has risen from a sitting position to standing upright and looking at me. The grass will not allow rushing. It grabs at my feet to force me to walk slowly. I can hear the grass sighing in anticipation as I get closer and closer to her.

She is both beautiful and angelic as her hair and cheese cloth thin dress move in rhythm to the breeze that is also affecting the swaying grass around us.

Now I am standing arms length in front of her. I have never been a part of anything as beautiful and perfect as this moment. I am now looking at her perfectly smooth skin, the deep crystal green of her eyes, her white and flawless teeth, the creamy tea color of her awesome skin, the shape of her lovely form through the sheer fabric draped over her body,  and… oh, the moment -- I feel as if I could hold my breath forever. This woman is an African goddess and she might be here for me!

This beautiful dream woman is now in my arms. She is embracing me and I am loving every second of the moments in time. Her presence, her touch, our bodies close together, the anticipation of our lips touching… I…

…awaken. All of this was only another vivid fever dream. The reality is she is still standing over there in the darkened corner, on this day three of my turning, dancing and waiting for me to complete the transformation from a warm blooded human to a cold blooded killer monster who she will use to hunt her human prey for her. And I… am still here in my malaria-like fever sickness, struggling a losing battle with the infected evil overtaking my body. We are here in this goddamn small town Texas abandoned prison cell. I don’t want this madness to overtake me, but my humanity is being forced out by forces beyond my mortal control.

I need to plead my innocence to her, my imaginary love, one more time. I must allow… myself to… succumb to the fever so that… I… can once again be with…her! That is before the blood sucking creature in the corner makes me one of her!

I’m coming… just one more time.


Monday, December 2, 2013


Attacked in the dark by an animal of unknown origin origin,
A man is infected by evil and is eventually overcome by its force.
Death, horror and sadness is the final outcome!
And he wished he had... Dead Man's Tears!



(Season 1, Episode 61)


(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 named Paul Allen Peterson!
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!