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


Monday, November 24, 2014

I’M YOUR NEIGHBOR


Make the effort...
To know your neighbor!

RLJ




(Season 3, Episode 28)





I’M YOUR NEIGHBOR
(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.


SOS

Monday, November 17, 2014

INTO THE FIRE



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!

TMC



(Season 3, Episode 29)



INTO THE FIRE
(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!

TMC


Monday, November 10, 2014

THE FIRST TIME



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

PEN



(Season 3, Episode 30)



THE FIRST TIME
(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!

PEN


Tuesday, November 4, 2014

THE SOLAR SILVER MOON (REVISITED)

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!

RLJ



(Season 3, Episode 31)




THE SOLAR SILVER MOON
(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!

RLJ



Monday, November 3, 2014

A SHORT REALITY COMMENTARY AND THANKS TO MY READERS


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!

DO THE RIGHT THING, AMERICA!

RLJ








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!


RLJ