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

Monday, December 1, 2014


BELIEF SYSTEM is the 13th episode of season 3 of The Countdown To Horror Zero!
This is also the final horror poem for The Countdown To Horror Zero... perhaps!
I hope you have enjoyed the horror of this center season...
There are 2 more seasons of 13 horror prose episodes to come --
Before the final horror tale...
The Countdown To Horror Zero

The curator of this horror World of Words will take a two week break...
Before returning with MORE Horrorwalker World Horror!

Stay with the horror...
You have 26 more horror tales to read before the ultimate tale arrives.

I will return in about two weeks...
To give you Season 4 of --



(Season 3, Episode 27)

(Little Rock, Arkansas)

It truly was foolishness…
To disbelieve the obvious facts before me.
My former religious faith stated that there were no Vampire monsters...
Before Vlad the Impaler, or after.

I was told there have always been human monsters.
They would not be the blood drinkers I hunted.
They said there have always been evil thoughts.
Men become human wolves when they embrace evil.

But they told me there have always been the invisible Ghosts.
There have always been a holy ghost to carry God’s words.
These ghosts are not beings of the evil undead…
But, indeed, are created entities made by God alone.

And yet, I am supposed to believe in a God who directs my life.
And that this God exists everywhere at the same moment in time.
And that this God is a spirit of power incomprehensible…
And that this God exists -- but a lowlife monster vampire cannot?

If an invisible spirit God exists in a higher plane of reality than my own…
Then why cannot werewolves exist, or ghouls exist, or phantoms exist,
Or Aliens exist, or devils exist, or… vampires exist to vex mankind?
What was that creature I destroyed last week that turned to dust at the stake?

My Belief System is totally confused when I allow religion inside my mind.
The notions of the machinations of a God creature is as mad as the vision of vampires.
Both of these entities should not exist in the same space as a human being.
Why doesn’t the world explode in antimatter incongruity when these opposites meet?

God has offered me no help as I fight the numbness of religion!
God has offered me no help as I battle the forces of evil!
God has offered me no help as I war against blood thirsty vampires!
And God has offered me nothing in the way of any solutions!

The last vampire I destroyed had, hours before, feasted on the blood of a priest.
I found it bucking all Christian notions… sleeping in the dark attic of the church!
It was smoking from its smoldering skin as it burned from the aura inside the building.
But it seemed to ignore the pain, just to hide in what it believed was the perfect place.

I did not burn as I knocked the creature off the table to the dusty wooden attic floor.
I did not burn as I climbed on top of her and pinned her arm down with my knees.
I did not burn as I ripped open her shirt and placed the wooden stake between her breasts.
I did not burn as I drove the dry wood into her soulless heart with my heavy mallet.

Again, where was God as this undead spirit of evil defiled his place of worship?
I did not hear the hand of God clapping in approval as I sent more evil back to hell.
I did not feel any absorption of God’s energy as I cleaned up the ashes of evil.
I only felt my own self-satisfaction of destroying another blood feasting vampire monster!

The fact that I just committed another violent act of vampire destruction here a church…
Well, I am sitting on this confession bench to write out a little cathartic relief…
For, this is traumatizing stuff to kill another undead creature… especially right here!
I’m not a believer… I’ve not seen God… but I’ve seen things perverse and ungodly!

I will now leave this once holy place.
It was defiled by a blood feasting creature of the nighttime undead!
I have killed that which had eaten a man of the cloth… and taken care of his body.
And now the hunt goes on to the next murderer of the living… by godless vampire hands!


Monday, November 24, 2014


Make the effort...
To know your neighbor!


(Season 3, Episode 28)

(Santa Barbara, California)

I’m your local psychopath.
I’m so damn glad to meet you.
I’ve got plenty of party favors.
I’ve got all the stuff a crazy man is supposed to have.

I may attack you in the schoolyard.
I may attack you in your home.
I may attack you at your job.
I may attack you anywhere I wish.

I keep a small handgun strapped to my ankle.
I keep a razor sharp knife in my pocket.
I keep other weapons of terror in my automobile trunk.
I have all the force for mayhem I need.

I am immune from the law because I am the law.
What I say goes and it goes as I say.
I hit below the belt to keep my target off balance.
I create the thrill because I need the thrill.

I drive the red BMW you’ve seen in your rear view mirror.
I own seventy pounds of Ammo.
I’ve bred many a Pit Bull Terrier.
I live next door to you and you think I am normal.

What I’m doing right now is biding my time.
I’m watching you closely because you are my next target.
I’m waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
When the time is right there will be hard consequences.

I’ve tracked the movements of your children.
You do not watch them very closely, do you?
I’ve tracked the patterns of your close friends and associates.
Single women like you,
With too many children and responsibilities,
Are the ones who should be the most careful.
You should always make sure your children lock the doors behind them.
Make sure the windows are secure because I know how to get inside.
I will strike as quietly as a mouse.
I will leave like a stealthy tiger.

You would think I’m insane if you really knew me.
Lucky for me you think I’m normal.
But you don’t know my background.
You don’t know about ‘Mister Darkness’ --
He who lives in my dreams and makes me do bad things to people that are my focus!
Oh my god, the aftermath chaos is so good for his ego.
I’ve been told by all of the shrinks that I’m actually in control…
Of my body when ‘Mister Darkness’ takes over.
That is so much bullshit.
He is in charge during the darkest times!
Not one of the shrinks has ever asked ‘Mister Darkness’ why he does what he does.

I have grown to absolutely accept ‘Mister Darkness’ for what he is.
I now actually love the loss of control,
And welcome the arrival of the loss of my mind,
When he comes out to play.
It all makes me appreciate his handiwork even more…
When he retreats to the back of my mind.
I enjoy picking through his bloody messes.

I’m your local psychopath.
I’m so damn glad to meet you.
I’ve got plenty of party favors.
I’ve got all the stuff a crazy man is supposed to have.


Monday, November 17, 2014


In a time before science overcame God,
Cruel fates befell humans and monsters alike.
Some of the humans became monsters immortal,
Forsaken by the God overcome by science,
Fated to walk the earth as exhausted, blood starved undead.
And when some of these monsters decide enough is enough...
They walk INTO THE FIRE!


(Season 3, Episode 29)

(Miami, Florida)

Dear God, of whom I have faith exists, I beg of you to call me back to the place where I belong.
I implore of you to bring me in from this cold cruel state of brutal earthly pain.
Will you embrace me again, to take me in the arms of your nebulous sincerity?
Pull me back, oh exalted one, from the distance too far I've gone away from you?

Right now I look around me,
To see the fires of fear…
Burning the flesh of all around…
Charring the front, melting the rear!

Take me back to the origin of my experiences from centuries ago.
Take me there where the cold is always warm.
Encircle my body with the protective aura of faith.
Draw me in as I have strayed beyond the corona of your light.

Right now I look around me,
To see the fires of fear…
Burning the flesh of all around…
Charring the front, melting the rear!

Please lift me up from the murky depths of the fallen here on earth.
Reel me in, please, like the fish you want so bad you can taste it.
Wrench me, if you must, from the grasp of this soul draining depravity.
Jerk me up from the constricting coils of the python of this bitter un-life!

Right now I look around me,
To see the fires of fear…
Burning the flesh of all around…
Charring the front, melting the rear!

Again... take me back to the origin of my turned experience.
Take me there where the cold is always warm.
Encircle my body with the protective aura of faith.
Draw me in as I have strayed beyond the corona of your aura.

Right now I look around me,
To see the fires of fear…
Burning the flesh of all around…
Charring the front, melting the rear!

Dear God, I have spent 200 long excruciating years walking among your idol worshipers.
I have spent 200 years preying upon the blood of your most self-destructive creations.
My days are nightmare hours spent hiding away from superstitious human horror.
My nights are spent roaming the darkness like a frightened rat afraid of its own shadow.

Right now I look around me,
To see the fires of fear…
Burning the flesh of all around…
Charring the front, melting the rear!

As you can see, dear God, my clothing is now aflame but my flesh does not burn.
As you already know, it is the sun’s burning light that will painfully reduce me to ash.
I am a coward, my God , I cannot bring myself to face the horror of solar incineration.
I have seen it too many times… and I am horrified by what I have observed.

Right now I look around me,
To see the fires of fear…
Burning the flesh of all around…
Charring the front, melting the rear!

And so, I close my eyes as I stand inside this fire hoping you will allow me to die.
I am naked now… and this is the way I should be presented to you.
I admit to you that I am an evil beast transformed by forces you despise.
And so, I now offer my tarnished soul to you to do with it as you will.

Right now I look around me,
To see the fires of fear…
Burning the flesh of all around…
Charring the front, melting the rear!


Monday, November 10, 2014


This mini horror tale is told again,
As a warning to the living,
That evil... 
Respects no boundaries...
In a Horrorwalker World!


(Season 3, Episode 30)

(Montvale, NJ)

A dark and evil vampire bit into its first pulsing artery! 
It relished the ecstatic rush of blood into its mouth.
This is a new vampire -- freshly risen, feral and evil filled! 
It mattered nil to her as she just killed her own mother!


Tuesday, November 4, 2014


Cold weather is soon to set in across the USA.
Feral things of the night are getting in their last bit of mayhem.
Their worst acts are always performed under the dark night full moon.
And, when the Lycanthrope is near... the mayhem turns to murder!


(Season 3, Episode 31)

(Boulder, Colorado)

The brightness of the solar silver moon…
It cuts through the dark night with sharp ease.
Because the midnight blackness is so clear…
Eerie shadows hide the dark things revealed by the glowing sky orb!

Seen through the autumn crisp air,
And driven out into the open by the fading heat,
Night things began to bounce all about…
To put the creepy in the creepy crawlers.

Unfortunately, death stalks this dark place tonight!
The huge full moon brings out the vicious were-creatures.
They hide cowardly among humans during the day,
But thump their feral chests under the light of the full moon.

Tonight is the brightest night of the full moon season.
The nervous tension in the air affect all the scurrying dark creatures.
Nothing is safe when the were-creatures are about…
Except for those few intelligent creatures wise enough to own silver!

Humans can catch the glint of the night light reflected off polished metal,
If they peer into the darkness hard enough to focus on the mystical.
But, what is a human doing out in the open forest, at midnight,
Under the full moon anyway… exposed to deadly dark forces?

Oh, right there is the answer to that silly question!
The transformation has begun as the dull edged human teeth, painfully,
Just fell out of that transforming mouth to be replaced with wolf fangs.
Death to the innocent… right there, transformed from cursed man to rabid wolf were-creature.

The Solar Silver Moon brings out the beast in all of the night creatures.
There are six more hours of light left to cavort, or kill, in this black night!
All of the carnage will be done within two days with the emergence of the crested moon.
Then the feral creatures will hide and wait in relative silence until time to do it all again!

Tonight the wolves howl loud with frantic conviction!
They know the power of the Solar Silver Moon from deep ancient instincts!
Their feral pronouncements are a dire warning to every creature to heed.
Tonight is a night when the full moon is powerful and the enemy is present!


Monday, November 3, 2014


This is a little piece of my real life mind that I shared with some of you a couple of days ago. I am going to post this again... before posting the next COUNTDOWN TO HORROR ZERO poem tomorrow -- Tuesday, November 4, 2014. I appreciate everyone who takes the time to follow my writings. Thanks, and I will post the next story poem by evening on Tuesday. Oh... and please exert your American right to vote on Tuesday.

Think about the crazy horror story that is Texas and think about the crazy horror story that is North Carolina as you vote!



Hello Friends,

I thank every person who continues to come back, from day to day and from week to week, to read my horror prose and horror poetry... in addition to the social non-fiction I post every day. This is all a self-imposed labor of love for me. I write because of a cathartic need to express the continually building pressure of thoughts and story plots that race through my brain cells every second of my day... and night. I have reams and reams of paper stacked here and there, and notebooks filled with scribbles and notes of the ideas that scream at me to write them down on paper.

And... I want to give a little explanation about one aspect of my brain that I ALWAYS fret about with myself. You know, some of us talk to ourselves... especially when we are doing something intense -- like writing! The one thing I complain to myself about is my Dyslectic mind.

I self-edit everything I write. And it can be a battle sometimes when I read over a story five times and I still miss a mistake like making the word "it" into the mistake "ot." The frustration is... I read over my work multiple times, but I still see "it" when I look at the mistake "ot."

So, if you see little mistakes like that in my writing, there is a reason.

This is a battle MANY people have! Young people with this issue can be EXTREMELY DISTRAUGHT if the adults around them refuse to to be humans and realize that when they are attacking their children by accusing them of not trying to learn, that in fact the child might not be properly processing the words he is reading. A simple test by a parent can tell the tale.

Have your child write you a paragraph about his, or her, day. If your reading skills are not up to par with dissecting grammar and syntax and all that advanced English stuff... find a friend, or a teacher, to examine the child's writing. The answers to what is going on inside your child's mind WILL be right there on paper.

You never know... you might have the next great writer, or the next great journalist, right there inside your house.

Oh, and NEVER forget to hug your child and gently let her know that you LOVE her and will always be there for her!

Oh my, what a right angle turn I just made. Hoo boy... I guess I needed to get a personal demon off my shoulder.

OK, in closing... this missive was suppose to be a thank you for reading my writing. And, I wanted to tell you that I try my best to be mistake free, but I hope you will understand that all I want to to is write my horror tales to entertain YOU.

Thanks for coming back... and I hope I can, one day, write something that really knocks your socks off.

Have a good rest of 2014. And I'll see you later today when I post the next FOURTH LINE OF HORROR tale!


Monday, October 27, 2014


The Horrorwalker Travel Guide Presents:

Another Horrorwalker World horror poem,
 Number 8 of 13...
Of season 3 of...
The Countdown To Horror Zero!

There are 5 more horror poems to be presented in the next 5 weeks of this season...
Before season 4 and then season 5 arrives with their horror prose format.
But for now...
Here is another example of the horror in this Horrorwalker World!
Read with caution...


Season 3, Episode 32

(Dallas, Texas)

There is a morality dealing crack in the earth!
A poisonous white power spews out of the fissure!
Mixed with fire, the crack in the earth becomes death smoke ­-
The smoke in your lungs!

There is the opiate of the old world masses that has dulled the senses of civilizations! 
It oozes from a flower too beautiful to be so evil.
Mixed with fire, the sticky tar becomes sweet, sweet death smoke ­--
The smoke in your lungs!

There is a horse that stomps men to death from the inside out! 
This chemical stallion smashes veins with needle sharp hoofs! 
Mixed with fire, the galloping horse becomes death smoke ­-- 
The smoke in your lungs!

There is laboratory in the house down the street called -- Meth lab! 
The technicians there cook a flesh melting brew most pervasive!
Mixed with fire, the frighteningly powerful brew becomes death smoke ­-- 
The smoke in your lungs!

There is the other plant that formally fueled the southern USA!
It has leaves favored by the horn worm and the human being! 
Mixed with fire, it becomes the most desired hated death smoke --
The smoke in your lungs!

There is the hemp that is rope that is the clothing that is the basket.
It has the leaves permeated with the substance that takes you there.
Mixed with fire, it becomes the food for the eyes and nausea… death smoke ­--
The smoke in your lungs!

There is a heavy moral to this story of smoke and damage!
It is here for you to find as you take yourself to the answer.
Mixed with fire, you can turn it away or smoke it away… as death smoke -- 
The smoke in your lungs!


Monday, October 20, 2014


(Season 3, Episode 33)

A man lives his time on earth to what,
To him,
Is the fullest of his life.
But when the party stops...
Someone has to pay the price!


(Olney, Maryland)

Face the fact, Mario Jones...
Of a life lived, so very pessimistic...
No one escapes the tidal wave of self-destruction...
Leading to them having to face the ghost of their terrible past!

The drinking destroyed your liver.
The drinking laid waste to your dignity.
The drinking eroded your once good looks.
The drinking melted your equilibrium.

The crack depleted your bank account!
The crack transformed you into a raging thief!
The crack turned you into a liar!
The crack gave you hell in the smoke!

The Meth turned you into a living zombie!
The Meth took away your teeth!
The Meth lab destroyed your home in the explosion!
The Meth changed you into a shameful shell of a man!

The “boys” got you off an assault felony.
The “boys” chased off your women.
The “boys” provided the good times and the destruction.
The “boys” tell you you’re invincible.

The nurses told you your organs were shutting down.
The nurses told you your blood was as thick as pancake syrup.
The nurses told you to make your peace with yourself.
The nurses told you you are not invincible.

The priest appeared to give you one last prayer.
The priest showed little emotion as he performed his mission.
The priest touched your chest with the cross in his hand.
The priest left the room, taking with him your last atoms of life.

You yell inside yourself that the end of your time is now.
You can feel the life you possessed for 50 years lifting from your body.
Your mind screams at your soul as it leaves your body, too.
Your body is now an abandoned shell of abused mammalian cells!

Before the lights finally go out inside your mind’s eyes...
Before the end of a heartbreakingly sad saga of a wasted life concludes...
Before the end of half a century of misery is finally quieted on this stiff hospital gurney...
You realize, just as you fade to black -- from your sad life, this was the only ESCAPE PLAN!


Tuesday, October 7, 2014


(Season 3, Episode 34)

(Wilmington, N.C)

My name is Tina Maria Bryant.
I have been visited by The Horrorwalker creature.
It awoke me from a deep dreamy sleep a couple of weeks ago.
Our reality bending interaction changed my life that night!

Did it actually awaken me by physical force?
Or, did my soul react to its presence in my bedroom?
One moment in time... I am dreaming of zombies walking with the dead!
Another moment, I am wide awake staring at a... dark creature!

It stood there, silently lording over me, only a few feet away from me.
I was looking at a nightmare, through my foggy eyes.
I did not panic as my mind slowly gained clarity.
It was obvious to me that something otherworldly was about to happen.

The Horrorwalker did not say one word to me from that darkened cowl.
Somehow, I already knew what was about to happen to me.
I slowly moved back the warm blanket comforting my now awake body.
The darkness in my bedroom might as well been daylight.

What I was witnessing was amazing to my racing mind full of thoughts.
How could something so huge and black in color seem to glow in the darkness?
The tome, the weapon it carried and the billowing robe were all plainly visible.
How could blackness glow inside the 4:20 AM darkness in my bedroom?

Anyway, my body suddenly moved without my mind telling it to do so.
I was compelled to get out of bed... fully nude... and stand before the Horrorwalker.
Never once did I ever think my nudity mattered at all to the creature!
It was there to make me do its arcane bidding... my nudity meant nothing to it!

Now, standing before the towering monstrous Horrorwalker,
I felt like an insect it could have squashed at will!
But it slowly extended its Horrorwalker tome for me to hold...
And I was immediately compelled to flip the self-flipping pages to a tale.

I was born in Brunswick Community Hospital of Southport 25 years ago.
My family moved into Wilmington when I was 3 years old... 2 miles off the ocean.
All that I have known about everything good, for all of my life... 
Is from living the beautiful beach life off of coastal North Carolina.

I have eaten a hell of a lot of fresh fish from off the ocean.
I have eaten pounds and pounds of shrimp fresh from off the ocean.
I have surfed the Atlantic ocean waves hours before a hurricane hit the land.
I have seen many strange, and beautiful, things just off the ocean. 

I have spent a lot of time marveling at the ocean beauty, just off the ocean!
And so, when I finally settled on the page the Horrorwalker gave to me...
And when I began to read the text of my Horrorwalker Tome tale...
I was gobsmacked  by the aptness of the title of my Horrorwalker story.

The Horrorwalker horror tale presented for me is called: OFF THE OCEAN!
And the story is all about bizarre horror from coastline that I love and know.
The places in my Horrorwalker horror tale is only miles from where I stand.
I hope the Horrorwalker picked me for this reading because it trusts me.

Like the story always goes with people visited by the Horrorwalker...
I lost all tracking of the concept of time while reading my tale.
What seemed like a glorious amount of hours reading a compelling novel...
Was in actuality only a few minutes of real time, or so it seemed there, too.

This I do know... I retained full memory of what I read!
Usually, my memory is a horrid mess that often gets me into trouble.
But this Horrorwalker encounter is all that I have read it to be...
And I am supposed to tell the world of the information I have been given.

And so... when I finished the story, I handed the tome back to the Horrorwalker.
It took the book back into its large black toned skeletal hands.
It effortlessly took what appeared to be a step back away from me.
And then it vanished... there one moment and then simply gone the next moment.

There was no brimstone smell as it left me.
There was no sound ringing in my ears as it left me.
There were no footprints on the shag carpet where it stood.
All I had to prove what I just witnessed was this driving memory of the tale.

I immediately walked over to my computer and powered it on.
Clothing was still optional as I sat on the chair and began to write.
By the time I finished recounting and recording my Horrorwalker tale...
The time on the small electronic clock stated: 12:39 P.M.!

I have never written anything with this kind of obsessed conviction!
It is obvious that I am still affected by my Horrorwalker encounter.
It is also obvious that I will continue to be affected until I exorcize my memory.
I believe I did that, as suddenly the numbness in my ass became very apparent!   

This Horrorwalker tale is a great story of nature and the surprises it delivers.
And, I will break it down into four sectional manuscripts.
I am now presenting the first manuscript for public perusal.
My Horrorwalker tale might change all American horror paradigms.

Places and things and creatures and humans interact right here in North Carolina.
Asked in my tale, do they all own their personal place on this land of ancient birth?
Do all of their ancestral lineage originate right here on North Carolina soil?
Are origins sometimes created in secret places by secret people and secret things? 

What if that which is discovered by those who explore is... beyond explanation?
What if the Horrorwalker unknown might have an origin from beyond the clouds?
Or, what if the origin of the Horrorwalker unknown is from -- OFF THE OCEAN!
Questions and answers... given to me by the Horrorwalker... on that dark night! 

And so, here is the first book of what the Horrorwalker showed me that night --
An introduction to a bonded pair of explorers who make a fantastic discovery.
Their adventure starts out strange, turns to horror and eventually...
Resolves in the bizarre and strange Horrorwalker World of... OFF THE OCEAN!


Monday, September 29, 2014


(Season 3, Episode 35)

October is the time to explore the mystery of the... CARNIVAL!



The brightness of the solar silver moon...
It cut through the dark night with sharp ease.
Even though the midnight blackness was clear and cold...
The eerie reflections of shadows put hot fear into the air.

Seen through the crisp clarity in this night,
And driven out by the fading heat,
Night things bound all about to find their shelter...
Their reflective eyes put the creepy in creepy crawler.

Death stalks the land of the midnight darkness...
Bold and dangerous during the length of a night like tonight.
Believers believe in protective shelter when the night is this frightful!
Nonbelievers get cut, hacked, sawed, bitten and rendered by morning.

There is a balance unseen, unspoken, between the realms of night and day.
That balance resides inside the feral corners of minds both civil… and not.
Beings brave enough to traverse rustic distances when the full moon is high…
They listen to the instinct pulling them away from the danger over there.

Never are these caveats more important… and dangerous… than in October.
Many dark forces converge during this most ominous month of the calendar.
Everything is on edge… everyone is on edge… before the surreal rolls into town.
The Carnival has arrived, mysteriously appearing, to seal the weirdness!

Children are drawn to the lights and the rides and the mystery.
Adults are drawn to the childhood nostalgia, the mystery and the back room mysterious.
Creatures are drawn to the place they can openly blend in.
Monsters are drawn to the place where their origins often formed.

When the days have passed and the Carnival has run its course… it vanishes.
Here one day, to celebrate October for one week, gone another day… inexplicably.  
When all the beings, both living and not, dissipate back to their dark places…
The memories of some will reflect the mystery witnessed by all.

Back to the feral places in the darkness in the woods go many.
Back to their reality of howling at the moon and growling at the daylight.
They… whatever they are… will rummage and claw and scratch and kill…
Until the moon turns Silver again and the call of the night says… the Carnival is back in town!


Monday, September 22, 2014


(Season 3, Episode 36)


-Harrisonburg, Virginia-

You are...
 Darla Conte.
You are now standing before the full length mirror.
You are staring at your deprived body... and,
You are, 
Quite possibly, 
Looking into the eyes of madness!

You have, again, heard the sounds of The Whisperer!
It is hidden in the darkness… taunting you many times before tonight. 
It is that sound that makes you question your sanity, 
When you quickly spin around -- 
Fully expecting, 
This time, 
To catch that elusive phantom thing standing directly behind you -- 
Whispering those sounds --
That something that you must believe does not possibly exist… 
And therefore cannot possibly be standing behind you.

It slyly moved and turned when you did?
And, if you quickly hop around... 
Right... NOW, 
Maybe you can catch a glimpse of it. 
But of course, 
It does not appear to be where you want it to be. 
Damn, the paranoia!

Sleep will not claim you… tonight!
Again, The Whisperer in the darkness will claim you… tonight.
That arcane something you know is… 
Right there behind you…
Lying in the bed beside you!

It just shifted again,
Just out of the frame outline of your body,
Reflected behind you,
Right there in the fleeting image in the mirror.
You tense again to turn around to see…
But more of the madness created by --
The Whisperer!


Tuesday, September 16, 2014


(Season 3, Episode 37)

(Cedar Grove, N.C.)

The thunderstorm raged outside my house last night.
It sounded like hell was breaking through its boarders outright!
 The storm was shaking the very earth in the process.
I seemed like it might go on all night long without recess!

Lightening cracked and flashed while the thunder boomed and clashed!
 The driving rain drummed against the aluminum siding of the house it mashed!
Striking an awful beat upon the siding and the windows,
This storm was trying to break the buildings and the Willows.

I asked the profound question to myself as I sat in my rocker,
‘Is this storm loud enough to make me believe its a shocker?’
Should I have been frightened by another North Carolina storm in motion...
 Still another loud summer Coastal storm blown off the Atlantic Ocean?

The answer to that question is a resounding NO!
I have survived 55 years of soul shattering storms that move so slow!
The land stripping, home crushing, bad coastal weather breaks branch and stem...
But this storm was different and I found out why at exactly 1:42 P.M.!

I looked out the bedroom window after a loud moment of stormy hysteria.
Something compelled me to look down toward the front door area.
And there, standing on the rain soaked porch, was... something awesome!
It was a creature I imagined I would never encounter... and it was no mangy opossum!

Did I want to walk down those stairs to the front door?
Did I want to open that door and stand there before the creature some deplore?
Did I want to step back as the bone dry creature walked inside my home?
Did I really have any say in the matter of what the Horrorwalker does with its tome?

The storm continued to rage outside the breech of the open front door.
It must have been the Horrorwalker’s will that the rain stayed beyond the walls.
And it was surely its will that forced me to take that huge book into my hands.
It was surely its will that compelled me to read the fantastical tale it commands.

What a sight it was, the Horrorwalker, standing tall in my front door frame.
The weather should have blown inside and drenched both of us the same.
But there is a strange force controlling the reality right now.
I am caught in its grip and it is making me to read all that it will allow!

The Horrorwalker Tome tale I was forced to read was called, “OFF THE OCEAN!”
Was the tale science fiction, or was it science fantasy... it was all a breezy, crazy motion.
But I now have a solid bit of respect for the love between two brothers.
Their bond helped them to find their souls as they helped some otherworldly others.

I finished the eldritch story in god only knows how much time had passed.
The rain was still falling and the darkness still framed the horror so vast.
I handed back the Horrorwalker Tome into those frightening bones for hands...
Then the Horrorwalker stepped back into the weather and vanished like blown sands.

I have never written a poem, in my life, about anything dark or bright.
After the Horrorwalker exited my house, I was overcome with the compulsion to write.
And so, here is my offering into the Horrorwalker universe of the strangest motion...
A Horrorwalker horror tale of things bizarre from... “OFF THE OCEAN!”

When this storm eventually finishes ravishing the windswept N.C. coastline sand and stone...
I should well be nearly finished jotting down the words I read in that horror tome.
I will introduce the world to N.C.’s coastal mysteries, up from Davy Jones’ locker...
To share the knowledge given to me by a being from my nightmares... The Horrorwalker!



Monday, September 8, 2014


(Season 3, Episode 38)

(Chicago, Illinois)

You are living in a raw town... ­
Staying up all night long --
Fighting for the right piece of the midnight turf --
Grabbing hold of the cold darkness!

It will be all right tonight, because,
Blue clad soldiers walk the mean streets.
Their blunt swords of hard rubber are in the ready.
Their steel hard shields are held chest high.

They whisper, "The little punk over there -­-
We know that piece of garbage well.
He has the little girl earrings in his ears.
He looks nasty when he twitches his ass."

They whisper, "We’ve heard he gives head in dark comers.
The love he gets is warped and dirty.
His perceptions are very fucked-up.
He was once a high school quarterback!"

They whisper, "There's too much crack on these streets.
It flows through clogged veins faster than blood.
There are other poisons out here, too...
And, there is a mean germ that lives in the living dead!"

They whisper, "Stay off these streets at night if you're smart.
The dangers existing in the darkness are frightening.
The drugs, and the bullets, and the diseases -
They lurk there awaiting your arrival."

They whisper, "Watch out for the poisonous hooks!
They dangerously dangle all around you!
They will drag you out of the light!
Death awaits you in the darkness!"

And in the end, when the daylight returns,
And the streets return to daylight normal,
Remember where you came from.
Do you really want to return there?

People disappear like they never existed in the Chicago night.
Frightening monsters lurk around every steel licked corner.
Some of them are real life human psychopaths of guns and hatred.
Some of them are creatures of the darkness of questionable reality.

Regardless of the validity of questions regarding their reality,
The collateral human bodies littering the streets is a third world shame.
And, fact one -- only the most hardcore policemen dare to enter the darkness.
And the things they see, and do, can only exist in a Horrorwalker world!

And the next night arrives as the sun hides its face in shame, again.
Like rats pouring out of the gunk filled sewers… the danger appears again.
Another hard Chicago night will play-out like so many before…
And the morning will, again, reveal the horrors of Another Raw Chicago Night!


Tuesday, September 2, 2014


(Season 3, Episode 39)


Presenting... a twice told Horrorwalker Travel Guide tale of horror and insanity. 

It takes that which is beyond the norm of reality to shake us back to a semblance of sanity.
Here is such an example...



Excerpts From The Journal Of Gerry Masterson Perrault
(Western North Carolina Insane Asylum)

(Entry 2379)
So sad, so sad... so sad you were.
You were distressed and angry. And no one realized the trouble you were in. You tried to live your life in and outward show of fun and games, but actually it was lived in waves of horrid mental pain.
Sometimes you cried out for a helping hand. Sometimes you screamed out for a little understanding. Sometimes you ripped away at the calloused layers of your broken soul. Sometimes you were heard... but rarely by the entity who could help you find your focus.

(Entry 2380)
For a time, you thought you were actually full of hatred, you did. And so, at the end of another day, at thirty-three years of age, you felt as though your life was no longer worth the effort of trying to live it sane. Something evil and hateful inside you decided that you were a failure. To date, you had accomplished nothing you thought was worth bragging about because you never really changed the world.
If you are blind to the physical world around you... seeing all, but seeing nothing... how can you help yourself? How can a man who is battling his own sanity make the people who interact with him see what he sees. How can he help himself to become better when those people only try to help him by injecting him with experimental drugs?

(Entry 2381)
You waged your own private war inside your mind. You battled against a mighty enemy. You realized that you had little chance of winning this battle, though, since they kept telling you that the enemy was yourself!

(Entry 2384)
Over thirty years of a conflicted life has now gone by.
So much time is passing as you scream aloud your frustration on a daily basis.
You have pulled at those short strands of life.
You felt as though you were dangling before the gates of a private hell.
And you always have had thoughts of:

(Entry 2388)
The bouts of depression can be severe. 
You have always done your best to control it. But the times are hard on a man with severe mental problems like paranoid delusions and psychotic breaks from reality ... and you are skewed... and you have continually cracked under the strain... and your time has finally come to shift the blame... oh, the world must pay, you have declared... and the payment will be severe. 
And it was, for a time.
You do remember the best old days... when you were in the institution and the medication kept you kind of sane and possessing of hope. 
You had some fantastic Jelly Bean dreams during those days... of a life with money and a beautiful wife and a red Italian sports car that cost over two hundred thousand dollars and got really shitty gas mileage. That was a damn good dream... when you did dream.

(Entry 2395)
And one day, when you had what passed as drug induced clarity, you saw “it” on the television. What you saw changed your life and brought you to the new reality you grasp onto today.
Some fool religious jerk was using “it” to justify the end of the world event that was to occur Tuesday of next week. He was talking like a crazy person... but, that thing in his hands was the “it” that you needed to get your hands on to, perhaps, help you to find yourself.
You focused on your clarity for three weeks. You then took twenty dollars of the money in your change jar and asked Nurse Parham  if she would pick up “it” for you from a bookstore. You begged her throughout her shift until she agreed to bring it to you... if Doctor Middleton approved it.
She told you that she would be back on Monday. She also assured you that when she returned from the weekend that she would either have “it” for you, or give you back your money.
It was all OK with you. You were focused right now and surely you could keep it together until Monday.

(Entry 2406)
The weekend was long and the television was boring during this time of the year. But, you kept it together without a single incident between you and the staff. Some of them even told you that they were proud of you for not yelling out aloud at the whispers inside the walls of your mind.
And when Monday came... and Nurse Parham returned with a package for you to take back into your room... you thanked her once before rushing to your room to covet your new possession -- a brand new copy of commercial version of The Horrorwalker Travel Guide tome.

(Entry 2415)
By proxy of what you have read in your new possession, you now know you are not as crazy as you thought you were.
And the thoughts of causing your own death are gone now.
The desire to own an M-16 have faded, too.
You no longer dream of throwing a grenade into a transit bus.
The stories inside this horror tome has given you a focus into the horrors you have always know to exist to drive you mad... but were drugged out of your head by the staff of one hospital facility after another since the first “incident" at your parents house when you were six years old.
You never really wanted to cut out the heart of Missy the cat and Franklin the Saint Bernard, but they were weak willed and became possessed by two of the demon monsters that surround us all... and you HAD to eat their hearts in order to make sure the monsters were completely destroyed.

(Entry 2419)
So sad, your life... or so you have been told.
To be distressed and angry and a total psychopath.
You have lived your life within this warped bubble of insanity.
And sure, your played-out derision caused many deaths.
And, of course, you have tried to take your own life many times.
And though there was justification for the horrors you perpetrated... you now realize that the murder of an animal, or a human, is not the way to rid it, or him, of the monster you can see inside it, or him.
And the real tragedy is? You will never again get the chance to practice what you now have learned outside the walls of this heavily guarded asylum for the criminally insane. 

(Epilogue: Entry 2427)
This is not a mental snap from reality. This shit is really happening to me... right now! Holy shit... the Horrorwalker is standing at the foot of my bed. This is not the nightmare of my crazed mind. It is really going to make me hold its actual horror tome to read a story from those magical pages.
Or, is it going to slice off my head with that weapon it carries with it. Is it my messenger of death to force me to pay for the crimes I have committed during my quest for a clearer warped reality?
I am getting out of my bed now. I can not even feel the always ice cold linoleum floor underneath my bare, sockless feet. I am walking toward it now. Toward what fate of life, or death?
I hope that I will write down my upcoming experience in my journal after the Horrorwalker finishes with me and leaves my room. 
What can the Horrorwalker show to a man who has lived most of his life locked down in a fortified asylum? I will write it all down in my journal, after the fact... if I am to actually survive this moment in time.
Oh, oh... it is extending its right hand with the tome in it toward me and...


Wednesday, August 20, 2014


Season Three!

The Countdown To Horror Zero returns for season three, of five seasons, on September 1, 2014.

Expect thirteen new episodes of Horrorwalker horror to haunt your nights... and days! 

The upcoming thirteen horror tales will take a different form for season three --

Thirteen short horror poems to stoke your imaginations and scratch your horror souls.

Remember, horror fans, all this Horrorwalker Horror is leading you down the horror path to the final horror tale in this series... The Countdown To Horror Zero!

So join me, Ronald Lee Jones, your Horrorwalker Horror curator, as I present season three of...



Monday, July 14, 2014


(Season 2, Episode 40)

(Fans of Horrorwalker horror, 
this is the last episode of season 2 of THE COUNTDOWN TO HORROR ZERO.
We have three more seasons to go,
with 13 episodes per season to experience before the season finale --

This horror will take a break for a couple of weeks to recharge the horror!
It is a real workout for the brain to bring you this much free horror content.
There are many other Horrorwalker World horror outlets that will continue to produce horror.
Check them out...

See you back here in a few weeks!
And now... check out the tale of one:


A Slightly Reworked Blast From The Past Horrorwalker Travel Guide Tale:


(Washington, DC)
Pat Cadman’s Journal Entry -- 198

The beautiful, but frightening, moonlight moth is once again fluttering its huge blue/silver and black wings against my bedroom window. It is Saturday night now and I have observed this odd behavior every night at the midnight hour for three weeks straight.
During the work week, I always arrive home around the usual 8:00 PM night time hour. As usual, I head straight for the shower, afterward I then fix myself a light dinner before relaxing to a good book.
Or, spending some time with a favorite record album.
Or, putting in a bit more of the ol’ flirting time with Paula over the telephone.
Or, attempt to spend an hour watching my favorite late night talk show before trying to fall asleep.

Every cold night now, in the middle of the television show, this strange creature shows up at my window 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 bright incandescent 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, the crazy thing is… it is now the middle of January.

And there is an inch of snow on the ground. And this bit of bizarre weirdness is happening right here in the middle of winter cold Washington, DC!


I've thought about opening my window to capture it, but I don't think so. I've heard, and read, 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 are now in a minor 'the world is coming to an end' panic mode. 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 ignorant forever.

But I don’t know about this bit of strangeness. It just cannot possible that a creature of the spring and the summer can resist the freezing D.C. winter weather assault. This creature’s presence means something. I just don’t want to know what it is.

Still wondering, though… the temperature outside my window is 29 degrees. How is what I am witnessing possible? How can this bizarre behavior be reality? How can this creature’s presence be reality? I don't know that answer. 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, still again, before I leave in the morning. Every morning I expect to find the creature lying on the ground, covered with a dusting of snow, frozen to death. So far… no luck.

OK, this is the end of tonight's journal entry before I ....!

What the hell? That's the sound of glass cracking in the bedroom, damn it! I'll have to finish this journal entry later.

God... why me.. why tonight, damn it! And as I place this pen down on the table, I see a large black shadow, powered by the bright moonlight shining through the window into my darkened room, casting a large silhouette from the room into the hallway.

What the hell is that?

And why have I just lost control of my body. Whatever is creating that eldritch shadow is compelling me to come to it... inside my own bedroom!

        Oh hell, this is going to be a long night!


Monday, July 7, 2014


 (Season 2, Episode 41)

a horrorwalker travel guide non-fiction tale:

The Horrorwalker does not have to pay me a visit in order for me to appreciate this bit of personal Horrorwalker reality horror!


(Herndon, Virginia)
9-29-12, ‏‎2:01:01 AM

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 an 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 carefully 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 goddamn spider I had ever seen in my freaking life.

‘Holy Hell!’ I whispered in gut wrenching apprehension of making a move to get the rather large 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!


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 watch 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 non-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… creepy horror can happen to you, too.


Monday, June 30, 2014


(Season 2, Episode 42)

(Bryan, Texas)

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 the
Purifying faith based belief in a Christian god. 

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. 

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!

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!

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 burns. 
So too, 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?