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Monsters Are Real

Before I start off with the story(That’s right, it’s another story.) I figure I’d share this quote I came across while combing through the vast sands of the internet.  I can’t help but completely agree with it. “I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?” – John Lennon

Monsters Are Real

By: Andy Lucas



            When I was a kid, my parents always told me that there were no such things as monsters. They were nothing more than bad dreams brought on by too much junk food or a scary movie before bed. Monsters were a product of my over active imagination. When I was a kid, I was told that there was nothing going bump in the night. It was just the house settling, and I believed it; all of it. I believed every word of it. Now I know the truth; the truth that all parents try to hide from their children or ignore. Monsters are real.


            “Mommy, mommy!” I yelled in the middle of the night. The lightning flashed furiously outside my bedroom window as I lay there in my bed, deeply afraid. The faint light from my carousel night light cast long spindly shadows across my bedroom. “What is it?” said my mom as she entered my room, opening the door cautiously. “I’m scared” I said, as I brought my head from beneath the covers ever so slightly. Comfortingly she came into my room to sit with me. “It’s just thunder” she assured me as I lay there telling her my fears. She neatly fixed the covers around me as I asked her to leave my bedroom door open. The light from the hallway was always a comforting sight. “You’re a big boy now” she’d say, “it’s important that you learn to act like one.”



            I sat up and looked at my mom, whispering. “I don’t like the dark, that’s when he comes out.” She looked at me with warmth in her eyes and a smile on her face. “Honey” she said “there’s just you, your dad and me here. It’s just a story, ok? Nobody’s coming out to get you.” She patted me reassuringly on the head. “But…” I began to protest. “Don’t worry” said my mom, interrupting my protestation, “I’ll prove to you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

            She got off of the bed where she sat and bend down on one knee, lifting the bed sheet high enough to look under my bed. “Nothing down here but a few toys” she said, “do you want to look for yourself?” I shook my head emphatically no. Beneath my bed was one of the last places I wanted to see in the middle of the night.

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            The lightning outside my bedroom window continued to flash brightly, followed by the rolling sounds of thunder. “I’ll leave the door open for you a little” she said, just so I’d feel safe. “Ok” I said, nodding my head excitedly; glad to have that one comfort at night. She got up and kissed me on the forehead, leaving my room with the door cracked, as she’d promised.



            The light from the hallway, streamed into my bedroom, almost battling back the feeling of gloom that had caused me to call for my mom. I started to feel safe, I started to feel secure. I knew that if anything happened, my parents would hear me and they would come save me. They always did. Maybe it was that feeling of overt security; that feeling that I was completely safe no matter what that called its attention. Maybe it was always paying attention. Always waiting in the dark for the right time. Or maybe it was all a vivid nightmare.

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            When my mom left the room, the long shadows cast by my night light continued as they had even before she left the room. It was ok though. I was safe. I nestled my head into my pillow and started to forget the worries of the night. The storm outside continued. As I lay there peacefully, almost drifting off to sleep, my bedroom door slowly began to close; shutting me away from that comforting light in the hallway.

            I looked around the room, anxiously. “Mommy!” I yelled, hoping she would hear me beyond my eerily closed bedroom door. My only answer was the creeping darkness in my room. My closet door slowly crept open; groaning with every inch till it stopped moving all together. The blue and red toy robot on my bedroom floor turned on, walking mechanically towards my bed. Its small circular eyes lit up with each step it took. Then it suddenly stopped, falling over onto its side. “Mommy, mommy!” I cried as loud as I could, but she never came.  There was only the cold silence of the dark in my room. The cold, hungry silence right before an animal pounces on its prey.

            A noise beneath my bed made me gasp as I pulled my sheets closer. ‘He’s under my bed’ I thought.  I gathered what little courage I had and reached out for the flashlight on my night stand. It wasn’t powerful by any means, but it was a little beacon in the ocean of shadows and darkness that was my bedroom. Slowly, as quiet as I could, slipped over the side of my bed, lifting my sheets so I could peer beneath my bed. It was as dark as the rest of my bedroom, no, it was darker. It was like a sea of ink. I clicked on my flashlight, shining it back and forth slowly beneath my bed. It was just my imagination. There was nothing but a few toys I’d been too lazy to put away.  

            The lightning flashed again, accompanied by a crash of thunder louder than when the storm had begun. That’s when my closet door began to open even more, till it was completely open. The darkness inside was complete. I could see neither my clothes nor my shoes; only the darkness. I heard it long before I ever saw it. A long scratching sound came from inside the closet, as if long nails scraped against something hard. The sound lasted only for a few moments, and then stopped, just as suddenly as it started. It was as if it was playing a game with me. It knew I was afraid.

            “Mommy!” I cried out, again. I hoped that eventually she would hear me; that she would run into the room, opening the door and dispel the darkness that it lived in; sending it away…for another night. I heard a deep almost raspy breathing, coming from the closet. I shined my flashlight into the darkness of my closet, but the light seemed unable to penetrate it. My flashlight started to short out. I shook it, hoping that somehow that would stop the light from dying, but it didn’t. I pulled the covers up above my head as quickly as I could. I remembered what I’d been told the night before… it couldn’t hurt me if I was underneath the covers. I never bothered to ask how a few flimsy bed sheets could protect me from the horror that had taken up residence in my closet.

            I could try to be brave. I could try to leap out of my bed and run for the door, but would I make it. Maybe it wanted me to try. Maybe that was a part of its sick game. As soon as I would leave the safety of my bed and my covers, it would grab at me, snatching me up into the waiting darkness to who knows what fate.

            All around my room, there was silence. Then a scurrying sound replaced the silence. It was to the left of me, then the right of me. Then it sounded as if it came from everywhere all at once. I could almost feel it’s hot, sickly breath on me through the covers.  It smelled like dead things. I lay there, imaging what creature could cause such a smell as I saw its shadow almost on top of me. It’s shadow, that’s all I could make out. Not its face, eyes or any other thing. I dared not pull the covers from over my head. Fear gripped me tight in its vice-like grip. As I lay there, image after image filled my mind of what it was waiting for me beyond my covers, but I refused to budge.



The shadow over top of me vanished, along with its heavy, dead breath. I thought heard my bedroom door opening. I could see a glimpse of light from the hallway, that beacon of safety. “Danny, why’re you hiding underneath the covers?” my mom asked me. ‘She came’ I thought to myself, ‘I’m saved.’ I slowly pulled the covers from above my head, and then froze. The bedroom door wasn’t open. My mom wasn’t standing there ready to comfort me. It was a trick. I dared to look around the room from where I lay and that’s when I saw it, or part of it at least. It was waiting, still in the closet.

            My covers quickly slipped from my grasp as they were pulled from my bed. I was left defenseless. “Mommy!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, but the sound seemed to never leave the room. I strained my ears listening. Trying to hear some movement from the hallway. I couldn’t see it all that well, but it reached for me from the darkness of my closet. It’s long arms and sharp clawed hands; and it grabbed me…pulling me into the darkness of the closet.

            I clenched my eyes tightly closed as tears rolled down my cheeks. My small fists swinging frantically to fend off the thing from my closet. I yelled and yelled till my voice was nothing more than a thin whisper. “Danny? Danny!” I heard, as I continued to swing away at the thing that had me. “Danny!” I heard again. It was my mother and father, or was it another trick, some part of its game? I wanted to show it that I wasn’t afraid, that I could face it, but I was afraid and it knew I was. Hands grabbed me, lightly, cautiously. They were warm and a little calloused, but not claws. They were familiar.

            I chanced opening my eyes, though I never stopped swinging, hoping I would hit it at least once before it took me away. I was halfway in the my closet, my bedroom lights on. When I looked around, there were my parents, gently pulling me out of the closet. “What’s going on?” my dad asked, the look on his face showing as much worry as the look on my mom’s. “Huh?” I asked as I slowly dropped my small hands; unclenching my fists. “What’re you doing on the floor, half way in the closet?” they asked me. “We walked by your room and heard you screaming up a storm” said my mom.

            They helped me up off of the floor and put me back to bed, the entire time, my eyes always on the closet; always looking, waiting for something to happen…even when they closed the closet door. When I finally calmed down, I told them what happened and as usual, they reassured me that it was all just my imagination. My dad left to get me a glass of water, leaving just my mom and me in the room. She came over to sit down on the bed, by me. I jumped up quickly to hug her, and I hugged her tight. “You’ve got to grow out of this” she said, patting my hair as the hug had ended. No matter how many times I would tell her what happened and how real it was, she just wouldn’t understand. She just wouldn’t believe me.



            While she sat on my bed, talking to me, I noticed the doorknob to my closet slowly turn. I swallowed hard as I watched the door slowly creak open. My jaw dropped as I started pointing to the closet. “What?” my mom asked, “What is it?” Inside my closet the darkness had returned. I could barely get out the words “the…closet” as my mom turned around to see what had me so frightened. “The closet?” she asked. “This again? Danny, it’s just the wind from your window making the door open” she said. She glanced slightly at my bedroom window then she was quiet for a long minute. After that, I saw what looked like recognition in her eyes. It must have clicked in that instant. “Danny?” she asked, “is your window closed?” I nodded my head yes.

            At that, the door stopped moving; it was wide open now. My mom was silent, as if she was listening for something, something she only half heard. The light in my bedroom began to flicker. “It’s” said my mom, pausing as if to reassure herself more than me of her next words “just a circuit or something. I’ll have your dad look at it in the morning. With her last word, the lights in the bedroom went out completely and the bedroom door slowly closed. “Danny” my mom whispered, “go get your dad. Run” Her voice was shaky, like a frightened child. I moved off of the bed and ran as quickly as I could to my bedroom door. “Dad!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, “it’s mom, hurry up; quick!” I heard the sound of glass breaking come from the downstairs kitchen as my dad ran for the stairs.

            As I left my room, I only heard crying; it was my mom. I turned around in the hallway and saw her standing there at the foot of my bed, staring at the closet. Dad finally made it upstairs as he looked at my mom with confusion in his eyes. “Becky?” said dad, why’re you standing in the dark?” All my mom could do was cry. “Becky?” he repeated. I didn’t understand the look on her face then, but now I think she was apologizing for not believing me, though I could be wrong. The bedroom was so dark, we couldn’t see what pulled her onto the floor, but we saw her fall, then she was dragged into the closet. My dad yelled and screamed her name as he ran into my room to save my mom from what, he didn’t know.

            By now, she was halfway in the closet, my dad grabbing onto her hand, trying to pull her back out of the closet and to himself. When my dad looked up, I guess he saw what had mom because he stopped calling yelling her name and started pulling even harder. I’d never seen my dad so determined before or so frightened. I was too afraid to move from the hallway where I stood. As my dad stood there, pulling, trying to free my mom he was pushed back onto the bed, hitting his head on my bedroom wall. I tried to move. I wanted to help him. I wanted to help them both, but there was nothing I could do.



            My mom was pulled into the closet as she screamed. It was a sound I’ve never been able to forget, no matter how hard I’ve tried. My dad tried to groggily get off of the bed but was pulled down onto the floor with a loud thud. As he tried to claw his way to safety, he was yanked into my closet, his hands bloodied just like the scratches he left on my bedroom floor. I backed away from my bedroom, too afraid to make a sound, then I ran for the bathroom across the hall; turning on the light and shutting the door. I made sure it was locked. I heard a loud slamming sound, like a door had been slammed shut. I’ve cried a lot as a little kid, but never have I cried like I did that night. As I sat in the bathtub, clinging onto the shower curtain I don’t remember having stopped crying.



            I don’t know how long I sat in that tub for, but eventually it was early morning. I could tell from the sunshine coming in through the bathroom window. Cautiously I climbed out of the bathtub and went towards the bathroom door, putting my ear up against it. I could hear what sounded like sirens and people talking. There was a knock at the bathroom door, causing me to jump back. “This is the police” I heard from the other side of the door. “My name’s officer Dennis and this is officer Sommers. Is there anyone in the bathroom?” “I am” I said, my voice weak and my throat dry from crying. “What was that?” I heard one of the officers ask the other. I unlocked the door, slowly turning the knob and there on the other side were two police officers.

            “My name’s Danny” I told them, my voice just a whisper by then. “Danny” one of them said, “where are your parents?” “Gone” I told them. “He took them.” “He?” they replied. “He” I said, pausing. I wanted to tell them about the closet and what really happened to my mom and dad, but I knew he wouldn’t believe me. My parents didn’t believe me till it was too late. So I told them I didn’t know, that I thought I heard the angry voice of a man I didn’t know and I ran into the bathroom, locking the door. I don’t know if they believed me or not, but I never changed my story.

            They ushered me out of the bathroom and as they did, something caught my attention. I turned around to look at the bathroom door and there were scratch marks all across it; deep scratch marks, from claws. In the middle of the door there was just one single word. “SOON”



            So, the next time your son or daughter complains about something in the night, don’t dismiss it. Don’t ignore it. There’s only one thing to do. Run. I wish my mom and dad would have.


“He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.” – Stephen King

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Let Me In…

Hey there, people reading this. I’ve decided to post another short story of mine that I finished recently. It’s another horror story, of course. But they say write what you know. So, here’s hoping that at least one of you enjoy reading this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. More stories are sure to come.
As a side note, the pictures used in this post aren’t my own, they’ve been pulled from various parts of the internet.


Let Me In…

By Andy Lucas

 Once, there were gods, they were mighty and they were proud.

The world changed and their worshipers either died out or were converted to the worship of others.

Now they are few and they are angry.

They cry and fly about, longing for belief. All they have is that need.


The old church bells rang loudly in the morning. Sunlight shined brightly on them as they swung back and forth. The sun’s brilliant rays and the bells song was dulled though by a strange numbness. A feeling so surreal it was almost dreamlike hung over everyone who attended the service. Even the funeral dirge seemed to drone on, muted by the numbness. Jennifer and her brother Dave took their seats. They were dressed all in black, like everyone else who had come to pay their respects. They were the last to arrive, so they sat in the back of the church. Upon first glance, anyone who looked at them could tell they were twins; both with the same black hair, though Jennifer’s was longer, and both with the same green eyes. Neither of them wanted to come to the funeral. Over the years, they’d drifted apart from most of the family and now they were Agnes’s only living blood relatives and they’d been asked to come.

A tall lanky man, dressed in mourning like everyone around him got up to speak. As he started giving the eulogy, Jennifer recognized his voice. It was the man who’d called and asked them both to attend the funeral. After finishing the few kind words he had to give for Agnes, he recited a poem for her, though neither sibling could tell who its author was. They were both thankful though that it was a short poem. Before they knew it, someone else was up in front of everyone; a small group of men and women accompanying him. The small group began to hum. It was a low, somber sound. Then half of them stopped and began to sing.

Oh Death, oh death

Won’t you spare me over til another year?

Well what is this that I can’t see?

With ice cold hands taking hold of me.

When heaven is silent and the Devil’s set free

Who do you think is gonna answer your plea?

No price, no wealth, no silver or gold;

Nothing satisfies me but your soul.

Well, I am Death, none can excel

I’ll open the gates to heaven or hell.

Oh death someone would pray

Could you wait to call me til another day?

In death I come to take the soul,

Leave the body and leave it cold.

Oh Death, oh death

I know my time to die is here.

Oh Death, oh death

Won’t you spare me over til another year?…”


The song went on for a little while longer, though it had already become lost on Jennifer’s ears. Though the song had faded, the strange lyrics stayed with her throughout the service. Finally, everyone had said their words about their great aunt Agnes; the service was nearing its end. The minister finished things off on a note as somber as anything else said during the service.

At the end of the service, the man who had given the eulogy walked up to Jennifer and her brother. “My condolences” he said, the grief in his voice more than sincere. “I knew Agnes…your great aunt for many years now. She was a wonderful woman.” “Thank you” said Jennifer said, nudging her brother to do likewise. “Thank you” said Dave, not needing any further prompting. “I need to talk to you two about your great aunt’s will” he said. “I was her lawyer for almost as long as I knew her and well… Anyway, before I leave, I need to tell you that she left you her house Jennifer and everything in it. She kept records of everything there, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to sort through everything.” Then, he dug in his pocked ant produced a set of keys; handing them to Jennifer. Looking over at her brother, the lawyer pulled out a cashier’s check and handed it to Dave.

“She wanted you to have this. Don’t spend it all in one place. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some other matters to deal with. If you need anything though, give me a call. With that, he was on his way. Dave looked down at the check in his hand and his jaw almost hit the floor. “I knew she had money, but not this kind.” “Well” said Jennifer, I’ve got a long day ahead of me, so I should get started while there’s still light out. I’ll call you later though.” The two hugged and went their separate ways.

Later that day after the service, Jennifer went to pick her dog up from a nearby friend’s house and headed for her great aunt’s house to start going through her catalogs to see what all was there. The afternoon was still nice and warm; a little warmer than it’d been earlier in the week. She knew that her great aunt had a reputation for collecting valuable antiques, enough to turn the house into a small museum. She didn’t know how long it would take her to go through everything. Having recently lost her job though, she had time on her hands and now a rent-free place to stay. The bills were bound to start piling up sooner or later though

Jennifer hadn’t spent much time at the house since she and Dave were teenagers. Pulling up to the house, she took it all it. The old Victorian house hadn’t changed much over the years, except that the ivy vines seemed to have slowly devoured more of the outside of the house. Grabbing the few boxes she’d brought with her, she unloaded them from the car, putting them at the front door. “C’mon Bailey” she called out to pug. Bailey jumped out of the back of the car and ran for the front porch. For the time being, this would be their home.



As she was about to turn the knob of the front door, she was interrupted. “What you doing over there?” she heard. Bailey turned her head and growled. Jennifer turned as well, seeing an old woman sitting on the porch next door. “Oh, hi” she replied. I’m Jennifer. My great aunt just passed away and left me her house.” Picking up on her owner’s calm demeanor, Baily began to relax. “Hmm…” said the old woman. “Name’s Josephine; been your great aunt’s neighbor for more years than I can remember.” The old woman paused for a second. “didn’t know she had any family left” she said, eyeing Jennifer suspiciously. “My brother and I are the only two blood relatives left, I’m afraid.” she replied. “I should probably get in” she added, “I’ve got a lot of things to sort through in there.” Opening the front door, she and her dog stepped in. “Watch out for that Shae boy” said Josephine.

At that, Jennifer came back outside, confused by what she’d just heard. “Shae boy?” she asked. Josephine got out of her seat and walked towards her railing which was a little closer to the Victorian. She stopped, looking around as though she might be overheard by someone. “Ian Shae” she said, “Lives somewhere around here. Maybe this neighborhood, maybe one of the neighborhoods closes by. Looks like the sweetest little boy you’ve ever laid eyes on, but he’s…” she paused a moment to find the right word. “Weird…” she continued. “Your great aunt, she didn’t believe the truth till it was too late…” “She died of a heart attack” replied Jennifer. “Oh” said the old woman, “is that what they said it was?” With that, the old woman went back into her own house, shutting and locking the door.

She flipped on the nearby light switch and took in everything in front of her. The inside of the house had changed as little as the outside had; just a few pieces here and there that she hadn’t seen before. She got her things inside, unpacked and fed Bailey. She then set herself to going through her great aunt’s catalogs. Hours went by and she managed to get through about a quarter of the catalogs left for her. It had been a long day, so she decided to take a bit of a break and look around the place. As she walked around, she noticed that the house had been kept in great condition, despite the rare bit of dust or spider web.

Eventually, her walk around the house brought her to the upstairs hallway. As she walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor, the stairs creaked ever so slightly; something that might need fixing later. She turned on the light and stopped at the sight of a pull-cord dangling from the ceiling. It was an attic door. She didn’t remember there being an attic in the house, but it’d been so many years since she’d spent any real time in the house.

Ignoring the rest of the house for the time being, she decided she’d take a look around this attic and see what was up there. She quickly ran downstairs and grabbed a flashlight, unsure of whether or not there was a light up there. Gently, she pulled on the cord for the attic and the door opened; allowing the attic latter to come down. Making sure it was steady enough for her; she stepped onto it, climbing up into the attic. Halfway up, she could see a little stream of light coming in from a tiny window, but it wasn’t enough light for her to clearly see. Turning on the flashlight, she shined the light around, looking for another source of light. There wasn’t one to be found, so she kept the flashlight on and continued up. Climbing the rest of the way into the attic, she placed one foot on the floorboard, testing its durability. In a groan of protest, the floorboard creaked loudly beneath her foot, but it held fast. Deciding it was safe enough; she went all the way into the attic, still careful of the floor beneath her. Flashlight in hand, she continued to look around.

The attic was cleaner than she’d expected. There was a little dust here and there of course, but all in all, it wasn’t bad. With each step she made, the floorboards continued their groans of protest, but they held firm. As she shined her light about, something caught her attention. On the wall furthest from her there was a newspaper clipping. The closer she looked; she noticed that there were more newspaper clippings and pictures on the wall. They were mostly missing persons or pets reports and obituary clippings. “What the hell?” she asked. At the center of everything on the wall was a photo of a little boy. Written on the photo in red letters was the name Ian Shae. She could barely take it all in. below the pictures and clippings; there was an old antique wooden desk. Curious, Jennifer pulled open the drawers one by one. They were full of more newspaper clippings, some of the dating back twenty years or more.  Unsure of what to do with it all, she closed the drawers and headed back down, out of the attic.

The day was coming to an end and the sun had just started setting. It would be a nice quiet night for Jennifer. Since it was just her, she decided to order out instead of making dinner herself. So, she sat down in her living room to a dinner of pizza while channel surfing, trying to find something good to watch. Finally, she stopped on an old horror movie The Terror From Beyond the Beyond. It was a B movie about a family being tormented by the ghost of a monstrous alien from beyond. The movie looked so bad she couldn’t resist watching it.

Bailey ran into the living room and sat down beside the couch. From outside, a crow gave a startlingly shrill caw as it flew by the living room window, towards the front door. The sound caused Jennifer to jump. Bailey jumped up, staring at the front door. Ignoring Bailey’s reaction, Jennifer began to settle in, watching the movie. There was a knock at the front door. Jennifer rushed to see who it could be. Not many people knew she was staying there now. As she got closer to the door Bailey growled. It wasn’t like when she’d first met Josephine next door. It was an angry, almost violent growl. Jennifer reached her hand out to unlock the door and the dog went crazy. She started barking and jumping towards Jennifer. Once she touched the lock to undo it, Bailey was no longer barking angrily, she began to whimper. It was as though whoever it was on the other side of the door frightened her.



‘What’s got Bailey so jumpy?’ she asked herself, concerned. She’d never seen her act that way before. Her heart began to race as she looked through the peephole to see who it was. On the front porch, there was a little boy. He had to be no older than 12. She hadn’t turned on the porch light, so she couldn’t see all of his features. He was shorter than she was and looked a little pale. She could feel him staring at her. The hooded jacket he wore hid most of his face. Jennifer hadn’t made a sound at all, but somehow he knew she was there on the other side of the door. He lifted his head a little, tilting it to the side, revealing a cruel almost hungry smile. Finally, the silence broke. “May I come in?” he asked. He had a voice that was more like that of a man than a boy. Something about him made her feel uneasy, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was. A thought ran through her mind. ‘How’d he know I’m here?’



“My father is really sick and he worries when he hasn’t heard from me for more than an hour” said the little boy, his voice still masculine. “There isn’t much standing room in the house right now” she said, “but I can call your dad for you if you like. What’s the number?” There was a brief silence, though it seemed to stretch on for a number of minutes. In the silence, she backed away from the door. “Please, just let me in so I can use your phone” he said, “it won’t take long, I promise.” Slowly she walked back up to the peephole, as quietly as she was capable of. She didn’t want to but it was almost as if she was pulled to the peephole. She turned on the porch light to get a better view of the boy. When she looked out again, she saw his face in full. It was the face of the boy in the picture in the attic…It was Ian Shae.

What shocked Jennifer though wasn’t that it was the boy who Josephine had warned her about; it was his eyes. They weren’t blue or green or brown or even grey. They were two empty looking, deep, oily pools of black. It was like looking into the eyes of a shark. She was terrified. ‘No…they have to be contacts’ she told herself. A strange feeling came over her. ‘Something isn’t right, here’ she thought. She fought the urge to unlock the door for him. It was almost as though he was willing her to open it and let him in. The urge to let the hungry eyed boy inside subsided with every step she took away from the door.



As she picked up Bailey, she backed into the stairs and sat there, slightly shaking. “If you don’t leave, I’m calling the cops” she threatened. There wasn’t any response. Her curiosity finally got the better of her as she quietly walked back to the front door and looked out the peephole. The boy was gone. Opening the door slowly, she looked around for any sign of him, all that was there was a single black feather sitting on the front porch. As a gust of wind came in, sweeping the feather away, she closed the door; taking Bailey back to the living room. The feeling of unease seemed to be completely gone, but the image of that boy’s eyes wasn’t.

She called her brother and told him what had just happened. “So, a little kid’s got you spooked?” he asked her, jokingly. “Seriously Dave, it was beyond creepy. I mean, first the woman next door; Josephine starts telling me about this weird kid, then I find the newspaper clippings and the picture of him; and then he shows up on the front porch…all in the same day.” Dave was silent for a moment. “I don’t know what to tell you” he said. “Maybe it was all just a coincidence.” “Yeah” replied Jennifer, “one hell of a creepy coincidence.” “Tell you what, I’ll come by tomorrow after work if you like” he replied. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow night” said Jennifer, hanging up the phone.

Jennifer looked at her watch and realized she should probably be getting to bed soon, so she turned the movie off and turned off all the downstairs lights. While Jennifer sat upstairs in the room she was using as her bedroom, she was pouring through her great aunt’s catalogs again. How one woman could amass so many things was beyond her, but now it was all hers. She was deep in thought when a tapping noise shook her from her thoughts. It was as if someone was tapping on the window of her bedroom. ‘It’s probably just some stupid kid throwing rocks at the window’ she thought, but the tapping was too quick.

She got up out of the chair she was sitting in as quietly as she could. Slowly, she made her way to the window, expecting to find someone to start yelling at. As the got to the window, she looked down on the front lawn. There was no one there. “Guess it’s just my imagination” she said to herself as she left the window. That was good enough for her. She headed back to her chair and catalogs. Hours later, her eyes heavy, she went back to the bed and to sleep; Bailey curled up on the foot of the bed. The rest of the night went on without incident.

The next day had erased any notions that the night before was just some sort of dream or nightmare. Throughout the day the image of that face would pop up in her mind. Those eyes would stare at her, stare through her; causing a momentary cold shiver to run down her spine. ‘Last night was just…’ she couldn’t finish the thought. She knew that no matter what she told herself or tried to make herself believe, Ian Shae was real, and he definitely wasn’t a little boy.

Jennifer waited patiently in the living room for her brother to come by. There was a knock at the door, then silence. She got up slowly, wanting nothing more than to ignore the door and what she thought was on the other side of it. “Damnit!” she swore under her breath, “where the hell is Dave?” There was another knock at the door, followed again by silence. Anxiously, she looked out the peephole and there was Dave, standing on the front porch. “Hey, you gonna let me in?” he asked. She breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the door slowly, still cautious. Dave walked in and hugged his sister. “Man” he said, “you look like you’ve been through it.” “Thanks” she replied sarcastically. “So, where’s this little demon boy of yours that’s got you spooked?” he asked, looking around the house as he closed the front door. It was the first time he’d been to their great aunt’s house since he and his sister were younger.

“I don’t know” she said. Bailey ran up to Dave, sniffing him and jumping up on him. “Nice to see you girl” he said as he gently pet her. “So, what’s the plan?” he asked Jennifer. “Just wait” she replied. “If he’s coming back, he’ll come back tonight.” The night went on as it had the previous night. Jennifer cooked up some dinner for her and her brother, then she fed Bailey. No sooner than Bailey started to eat, a bird flew by the kitchen window, cawing loudly in the direction of the front door. It was just like the night before. “I think he’s here” said Jennifer. “Right” her brother replied, laughing lightly. There was a knock at the door. Bailey started barking angrily at the door. “May I come in?” asked the voice from the other side of the door. Now she was sure of it, he was back.

Jennifer didn’t go to the door this time; she let Dave see for himself. He walked casually up to the front door, looking out the peephole. “This is the kid you were talking about?” he asked, unable to comprehend his sister’s reactions to the boy. “Seems you’ve given my sister a little fright” he said, his voice stern. “I didn’t mean to do anything of the sort” said the boy. “Ian, is it?” asked Dave, “look, I’m not sure what you’re after, but I can guarantee it isn’t here” he said, trying to get him to leave. “Just let me in, this won’t take long” said the boy. “Look kid, leave now or I’m going to have to make you leave” said Dave, his voice as authoritative as possible. He was starting to get annoyed with this kid. “I don’t think you want to do that” replied Ian, his voice calm yet still strangely too old for his body.

Out of nowhere, an uneasy feeling began to wash over Dave. He tried shaking it off as being a little tired, but it couldn’t be done. He had no intention of inviting him into the house, but for some reason, he found his hand up on the lock, about to undo it. Realizing what he was about to do, he let his hand drop to his side. He reached over to the switch for the porch light and flipped it on. Taking another look through the peephole, he started to understand what his sister was on about. He looked into the same empty, void-black eyes that his sister had seen and he knew he couldn’t let the boy in. “I don’t want to have to resort to violence to get you to leave, but I will if I have to.” “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” replied the boy as he smiled the same cruel almost hungry smile he had shown Jennifer.

He turned around to his sister. “I’m going to open the door” he said. “If anything happens, call the police.” Turning back to face the door, he undid the lock, opening the door. The boy stood there, still smiling. “May I please come in?” he said. Dave decided to try a different approach. “Look kid” he said as he stepped out on the porch, reaching his hand out to put on the boy’s shoulder. “I’m not exactly sure what it is you’re after, but…” he stopped mid-sentence.  As his hand touched the boy’s shoulder, a shock of cold ran up his arm; causing him to fall. He pulled back his hand, but the cold feeling lingered a while longer. “What the hell?!” he yelled at the boy. “How’d you do that?” The boy looked from Dave to his sister, simply stating “Dave, Jennifer, let me in.” Dave, still on the ground, backed away as quickly as he could from the boy, but froze in his tracks.

Jennifer tried to scream, but it died in her throat. Putting his finger up to his lips, the boy shushed her. The front door closed quickly behind Dave. Jennifer thought she heard him yell out, but couldn’t be sure. She rushed to her feet and towards the door. Bailey ran up the stairs into one of the bedrooms, hiding from the front door. She turned the knob, opening the door slightly and there was the boy, standing in the same spot. Her brother was nowhere to be seen. There wasn’t a trace of him. The boy stepped forward a little. “May I come in?” he said. “How’d you know my name? What are you? What’ve you done with my brother?” asked Jennifer, as frightened for her brother as for herself. “Can’t you tell?” he asked, “I’m a lost little boy. All I want is to come inside. She slammed the door shut, locking it. Picking up her phone, she called the cops. When she went back to the door, the boy was gone.

When the police showed up, she told them almost everything; making sure to leave out the part about the boy’s otherworldly eyes. “So” said the officer on the scene, “this kid attacked your brother and took him…you don’t know where?” Jennifer helplessly looked at him and nodded her head. “That’s what happened officer.” “Well” replied the officer, “there isn’t any sign of a struggle. No blood or anything like that. Maybe your brother had it out with the kid and went home?” he suggested. “No!” Jennifer almost screamed. “I know what happened. I know what I heard. I heard my brother screaming outside the door. It was a sound like I’ve never heard him make before.” “We’ll look around the neighborhood and see if we can find any trace of your brother or the kid” said the officer and with that, he left. That night, she tried to sleep as best she could, but sleep didn’t come easy. When it did finally come, her dreams were haunted by those soulless eyes and her brothers scream.

Days, then weeks went by without incident or sight of Dave. No birds sounded outside the house late at night, and no heart-wrenching knocking came from the front door. Finally a month had passed to the day of her brother’s disappearance. Things were starting to go back to normal, though she missed her brother dearly. After almost a month of peaceful, undisturbed nights, Jennifer sat down in the living room to watch a movie, Bailey at her side. “Dave” she said, speaking as if her brother were there, “what happened to you?” As if in response to her plea, a crow gave a startlingly shrill caw as it flew by the living room window, towards the front door. The sound caught Jennifer by surprise, making her jump. Bailey jumped up and hid underneath the couch.

There was a knock at the front door. Jennifer got up from the couch. She wanted to back away from the door, but the strange urge to go to the door was too strong for her to resist. “Hey, you gonna let me in?” she heard, from the other side of the door. “Dave?!” she cried out, “is that you?” She flipped on the porch light and ran to the door, looking out through the peephole. It was Dave. She unlocked the door and opened it. As she looked at her brother, tears began to roll down her cheeks. “Don’t just stand there” she said, wiping tears away from her eyes, “c’mon in.” With that, he came in, off of the porch and went to Jennifer. She hugged him; squeezing him as tight as she could imagine. The last thing she wanted to do was let him go. “Why’re you so cold” she said, taking a few steps away from her brother then froze in her tracks.

As she got a better look at her brother gasped. She saw his eyes; the same empty, deep, black eyes as the Shae boy. Dave tilted his head to the side a little. “It won’t take long” he said as he walked closer to her. Behind him stood the Shae boy, watching; silently. The front door slammed shut. Less than a foot away from her, his face began to change. His skin became deathly pale and his eyes grew even darker. Tears ran down from his eyes as he stepped inches away from his sister. It was almost as if he was sorry for what he was about to do. He slowly placed his hands on the sides of her head, tilting it to the side. She wanted to scream for help, she wanted to run till her legs could no longer carry her, but all she could do was stand there and get ready to die. Dave’s mouth opened wide, almost unhinging, revealing dangerously sharp teeth. She finally managed to let out a scream, and as she did, Dave inhaled. A stream of air left Jennifer’s body through her mouth, flowing into her brother’s till Jennifer’s body lifeless dropped to the floor with a thud.



It was a dark and quiet night. Not even a cricket could be heard outside. It was almost as if the air had become still, with anticipation. An old man sat in his favorite recliner in the living room, watching the TV. One of his favorite black and white westerns was on. The TV started to cut out a little with static here and there. He stood up slowly, walking over to the TV set. “Thought I had this damned thing fixed yesterday” he said, angrily. As he went to see what was wrong with the set, a noise from out front made him turn around. It was a small group of birds, but it didn’t sound like any birds he knew of. Deciding not to pay too much attention to it, he headed back towards his seat. Just then, a knock at the door stopped him in his tracks. He looked down at his watch, noticing the time.

It was well after 9pm. “Funny” he said “a bit late for visitors.” He walked over to the door, turning on the porch lights and looked through his peephole. There at the front door stood three hooded figures, two boys and a girl. A portion of their faces was hidden by the hoods of their jackets. A feeling of unease washed over the old man, he couldn’t help but wonder at its cause. ‘They’re just three kids’ he told himself. “May we come in” the shorter of them asked, “We’ve become lost and our sister needs to use a bathroom.” He smiled as he finished his request.

The old man unlocked his door, though he hadn’t intended to. Once he realized his door was open he stood there, confused. “Uh…sure” he said “c’mon in.” the three walked into through the now opened door and pulled their hoods down the taller two had long black hair and the shorter one, short red hair. The old man froze instantly as he saw their eyes. All three of them had soul-less, hungry, deep black eyes and they all gave the same smile as the shorter one said “this won’t take long.” The front door slammed shut as the old man screamed his last bloodcurdling scream.

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The Building

Typically, I blog about random things, but this time I decided I’d share something a little more personal with whoever out there’s reading this. The following is a short story that I’ve written in my spare time. For a short horror story, it’s a little on the long-ish side, so bare with me. I’ve been told rom what those who’ve read it so far, it’s worth the read.
As an added note, I should like to say that though the words of the story are of my own imagining, the pictures provided are not my property and were taken by others.

So, without further rambling, I present to you…


The Building

By: Andy Lucas


It was a night like any other at the security desk. Slow and quiet, like most graveyard shifts were. It had been two years since Jesse had started his job as night security at the Tanner building; one of the local condominiums in the area. It was a large Berwick blend red brick-stone building; the only one of its kind in the neighborhood. One of the taller buildings in the area, it had 27 floors. Routine became part of almost every one of his shifts. Sitting down in his chair behind the security desk, in his customary almost uniformly black work outfit and his & and yellow tie, he looked through the tall glass windows of the front doors. It was a quiet night, like most nights. Most everyone had long since come in from work or their errands of the day, so he would have a lot quiet time to kill before he had anyone to help.

The night was getting late and it was time for Jesse to do his first set of rounds inside the building. As usual, he put his book down once he’d finished three or four chapters and turned the radio on to the local classical station, letting the music play softly before beginning rounds.  He closed and locked the front doors and as he was about to grab his coat, the security desk telephone rang, surprising him and causing him to knock his book onto the floor. “Damnit!” he said, placing the book back onto the desk. Most nights, no one living in the building called the desk past 8pm, and it was well on 12:30. Grabbing the phone, at first he could hear only static. “Tanner building, security desk” he said. Only static was the reply. Not wanting to lose time, he hung up and finished getting what he needed to do his rounds. As he rounded the desk, the phone rang again.  He stood there for a second, weighing whether to answer the phone or go about his work; thinking it would be just another static phone call. Giving in to his curiosity and in the event of it being an actual someone on the other end of the phone, he decided to answer.

“Security desk” he said once again. There was static again, but it was interrupted by a voice. “Hello, security desk? This is Dave Hamilton in 2701” the voice said. “Hello Mr. Hamilton, this is Jesse at the security desk, what can I do for you?” Jesse replied. After a moment of silence, the voice returned. “I’m calling to complain about my neighbor in 2702, his music’s far too loud, I can barely hear myself think.” “I’m sorry to hear that Mr. Hamilton, I’ll see if I can get that taken care of right now.” “Good… Thank you” said the voice. With the call ended, Jesse decided it would be best to call 2702 before heading up.

The phone rang and rang; two minutes it must have been. There was no answer. Resigned to what was his only other option, he grabbed his flashlight and keys, taking the elevator to the 27th floor. As the doors began closing in front of him, he pressed the button for the top floor. As the elevator began its rise to the top floor, the lights began to flicker as if the power was on the fritz. The last thing Jesse wanted was to be stuck in an elevator. Reaching the 27th floor, the lights went back to normal and he stepped out, heading towards room 2702.

Reaching his destination, he lightly knocked on the door, not wanting to wake anyone else by banging too loudly. Silence was the only response he received. He knocked again, only this time a bit heavily, and again there was only silence. With a sigh of annoyance, he took out his keys, searching for the right one for the unit. Now he was ready to have this done and over with.

Slowly, he opened 2702’s door to a scene of near pitch darkness; the only source of light coming from a tall, slender-polled lamp that flickered in the living room’s corner. From the doorway, keys back at his hip and flashlight in hand, he scanned the scene before him. Confronted with the silence in front of him, he quietly walked to the bedroom. Hesitantly, he knocked on the bedroom door. ‘He’s probably just sleeping’ he said to himself as he waited for some response, but there was none. “Mr. Demeras” he called out “It’s Jesse, the security guy”. There was a complaint about loud noises coming from your unit. As he spoke those last words, he noticed that there wasn’t a sound to be heard. ‘What was Mr. Hamilton complaining about?’ he wandered. Again, he knocked on the door, but no answer.

Pushing on the bedroom door lightly, it opened with an unexpected squeak. The bedroom was as dark as the living room. The windows on the far side of the room cast scant light in the otherwise stark black room. The bed, much like the living room, was empty. Moving his flashlight about the room, he could see something on the edge of the bed. It was a hand. From the flashlight’s light, it shone deathly pale. Taken aback with surprise at the sight of the deathly white arm he followed its length down to the floor. There, attached to the arm was the rest of a body. The rest of Demeras’s body lay prone on the floor. His body, pale as death itself; wrought with sickly blue veins that spread from his eyes to the rest of his body. On his face; a look of sheer and unadulterated terror.

Demeras was dead; there was no doubt about it. Jesse shivered as a chill ran down his spine. ‘What the hell’s going on here?’ Jesse asked himself.  “Caroline!” he called out, hoping for some response from Mr. Demeras’s young niece, but there wasn’t a sound and he hadn’t seen her anywhere in the condo. Hand trembling, he went for his phone to call 911 to get help. There was no answer, only static; just like when he’d received the call sending him up there in the first place. Not wanting to wait around the room, he left the body where he’d found it, leaving the bedroom and the unit. ‘Maybe 2701 has a phone I could use’ he thought.

Knocking on the door as he had with 2702, he waited for an answer, but there was nothing. After waiting for a few seconds, he knocked again. This time, he could hear the sound of movement from within the unit. “Mr. Hamilton?” he asked, loud enough that he might hear him, but not so loud that he might wake any of the other tenants on the floor.  “Yesss” he heard, in a low almost soft sounding voice. ‘Finally, an answer. “Mr. Hamilton, it’s Jesse, it’s an emergency. Mr. Demeras door is dead and his niece Caroline is missing.”  Once again, nothing. “I need to use your phone to call for help. Mr. Hamilton?”  In that same low, almost soft sounding voice as before, he heard “yesss”.  With an almost quiet squeak, the door opened towards the inside of the condo, but only a little.  Not sure of what to do, Jesse stepped back, away from the door.

There was someone at the door, he was sure of it; though all he could see was the emptiness of the room. Pointing his flashlight to where he was sure someone stood, watching him, he saw nothing. Cautiously, he walked up to the door, pushing it further open; not wanting any surprises. ‘Were the other units on this floor steeped in darkness like Mr. Demeras’s ?’ he wondered.  ‘If so, what about the rest of the building?’ Shining his light about the room, it wasn’t much different from Mr. Demeras’s. A slight movement in the left corner of the room caught his attention. “Mr. Hamilton?” he called out, but this wasn’t him. It was roughly the shape of a woman, from what little he could see. Determined to find out who she was, he turned the flashlight on her. Just as the beam of light hit where she was, there was no one there.  Having had enough, he spun around and rushed for the elevator. One thing above all else was for sure, he had to get off of the 27th floor.  As he left Mr. Hamilton’s unit door slammed shut, causing Jesse to jump. Not one to believe in ghosts or spooks of any sort, he was sure there was some rational explanation to what was going on. He had to be sure.


Reaching the elevator door, he pressed for the elevator to go down into the lobby. There was a working phone down there, for sure; or at least a way out of the building to run and get help. Just as he’d begin to relax, the lights in the hallway began to flicker sporadically with a slight humming sound. In the corner of his sight, he could see the outline of someone…some thing coming towards him, but only in the darkness. It was the same outline as in 2701. “Yesss” he heard, in that same low, soft sounding voice as before, but this time there was an edge of menace in the voice.  Panic began to run through him as he frantically pressed the elevator button; the form still slowly making it’s way towards him. Just when it seemed he would fall prey to whatever this thing was, the elevator doors began to open, much to his relief. As he stepped inside, the flickering of the lights stopped just as suddenly as it had started. ‘I need to get the hell out of here’ he said to himself.  The elevator doors began slowly closing as he pressed the button to take him down to the lobby. Before they had fully closed, the lights outside the elevator went out completely and the elevator doors closed on the sight of a horrifically twisted and scarred face, the face that had been watching him from 2701.

For that split second, there he was; face to face with something he thought till now didn’t exist. In that moment, a sense of dread ran straight through him.  His heart began racing unbelievably fast as the elevator doors finally closed and he slowly descended he hoped towards the lobby floor. After what seemed an eternity inside the elevator, it slowly came to a stop, though the doors didn’t open. Unsure of what to do, he pressed the button for the doors to open. After a minute of nothing, the door lurched open, but it wasn’t the lobby of the building in front of him; it was the garage beneath the building. Somehow the elevator’d managed to take him to the lowest level of the eight level parking garage instead. With the doors still open, he pressed the button to the lobby with no response.


With the elevator being unresponsive, Jesse knew that the only way to the lobby would be the stairwell. Unfortunately, the stairwell leading to the lobby was on the other side of the garage. Cautiously, he took a step off of the elevator and it closed shut behind him with a light thud.  Remembering the body of Mr. Demeras, laying there on his bedroom floor, he decided it was best to get to the phone as quickly as possible, so he started jogging the length of the garage, to the stairwell. No sooner than he’d reached near the middle of the garage, the light farthest from him began rapidly flickering, almost like a broken strobe light. Then, with a feeling of finality, the light erupted, sending sparks all across that section of the garage; harmlessly landing on some of the cars closest to the fixture.

A strange darkness crept across the far wall, covering the elevator door; swallowing up everything it touched. It spread like the vines or roots of a gnarled, twisted old oak tree, consuming wall, ceiling, and floor alike. It was then that Jesse felt utter terror; knowing that if he stood there for much longer, he was dead, but he was paralyzed by the terror of the moment. The darkness continued only so far as the light did not touch. So long as he was in the light, Jesse was safe; so long as there was light.

It was almost as if the pervading shadow was a living thing, the way it wriggled just far enough from the next source of light. Then the whispering bean. “Jesssse” called out one of the whispering voices from out of his sight. “Jesssse” it repeated. He only stood there, still frozen and unable to move, one way or the other. Then the whispering stopped, only to be replaced with uncomprehendable shrieks of a rage other sounds so alien to Jesse, it shook him out of his frozen state. As he began running away from the horror that waited for him outside of the light, the next light began to flicker, and then die. One light after another followed suit and the darkness moved in closer and quicker.

Finally reaching the door to the stairwell, Jesse unlocked it, slamming it shut behind him. From the bottom of the door, he could see as the last bit of light in the parking garage outside the door went dark. He stepped back from the door, nervous. Then as he turned and started to climb the first stair, he heard the door handle jiggle, like someone or something was trying to turn it. And get in. He knew it was, and that for some reason, it wanted him. He was determined that it wasn’t going to get what it wanted.

The door handle stopped jiggling, but before Jesse even had time to be happy about it, a black spot appeared in the center of the door and began to spread out like veins; like the veins on Mr. Demeras. Slowly the darkness ate away at the door, gaining entrance. With a quick dash, Jesse was up the stairs, spurred on by the thought of his pursuer. He continued to get closer to the lobby floor, as the lights on the lower floors were slowly consumed by the void following him; bringing with it the whispering voices and horrifying alien noises from before. This time though, he could hear scratching; it was claw marks gouging into the walls below. He stopped, only long enough to shine his flashlight into the two floors below, where the darkness. As soon as the light from his flashlight touched the darkness, a cloud of black matter rose out of the darkness. The light was doing something to the darkness. Maybe it was hurting it. .


Remembering how the lights went out in the garage, and not wanting to chance his flashlight doing the same thing, he ran; like the devil was on his heels. No matter how far away from the darkness, he couldn’t shake the dread that followed him as if it were his own shadow, turned against him. The lobby door was just within sight. Breathing raggedly, he quickly found the correct key for the door, running in through it, the flashlight slipped out of his hand, landing loudly on the stairs outside the door. Refusing to retrieve it, he left it where it landed. With a loud clang, the door slammed shut behind him. Facing the elevator, he slowly backed away, towards the security desk and the two glass doors of the front of the lobby.  Picking up the phone, he began dialing 911, though he was sure, nobody would believe his terrifying story.

The phone rang and rang; for a minute he stood there waiting for someone to answer. Finally, in a woman answered the phone. “911…please state the nature of your emergency.” A feeling of relief washed through Jesse at the sound of another normal voice. “Hi” he said, trying not to sound hysterical; “There’s a man, Mr. Demeras… He’s dead, in his room.” There was a short silence. “Sir…sir, now try to stay calm. You say there’s a man who’s dead?” Yes!” he said, almost yelling into the phone. “He’s dead. The entire building’s probably dead by now. I’m the only one…” before he could finish, he heard the sound of the elevator door opened, catching his attention.  “Sir, you’re the only one what?” the female operator’s voice asked. The lights in the elevator began flickering slightly. While the lights in the lobby remained on, he refused to turn around and confront waited behind him. The operator on the phone’s voice grew distant as time seemed to stretch out for an eternity. Nervous beads of sweat rolled down Jesse’s face as he slowly turned around to confront it.

Where he had moments ago expected to see some eldritch horror manifested from the darkness or just the darkness itself within the elevator, there was only Caroline, Mr. Demeras’s niece. “Caroline?” he asked, pleadingly; hoping it wasn’t some cruel trick his eyes played on him. But there she stood. “My uncle won’t wake up” she said in a voice dripping with sadness.  “Caroline” he called out, stepping closer to the darkened elevator, “your uncle is going to be asleep for a little while. He’s…really tired. Let’s go get some ice cream while we wait for him to wake up.” It was all he could think of to say to get her to leave with him without frightening her. He had no idea how long he’d have to convince her to leave with him. She didn’t move from where she stood, inside the elevator. Then it dawned on him. ‘How did Caroline survive? Where was she when Mr. Demeras had died?’ “Caroline?” he asked again, this time the pleading sound in his voice was gone. “Where’ve you been?” “My uncle won’t wake up” was again her only reply. Slowly Jesse backed away from the elevator and from Caroline; fear showing clearly on his face.

Creepy Girl

As he reached out to grab one of the lobby doors to leave to safety, Caroline let out a blood curdling, earsplitting scream; causing the ceiling light closest to the elevator to explode in a shower of harmless sparks. Still, she stood there screaming. Where her eyes had been, only moments before, now there were empty, dark sockets, and as she continued screaming, a miasma of pure evil began slowly winding its way from her gaping mouth and empty eyes.  Her face began going more and more pale and black veins slowly worked their way down her face and all over her body, just like her uncle. The miasma spread out from her and began to fill the lobby. One by one, the lobby lights flickered and went out.  Jesse pushed open the door, leading to the main set of doors and pushed through one of those as the doors closed shut behind him. Finally, he was free; he was safe from that horror that had been pursuing him all night.


The early morning air outside the building was cool and damp; the sun hadn’t quite began to rise. It had been raining the entire night. The wind blew lightly through the trees in front of the building. Jesse breathed deeply then exhaled. It was the sweet taste of freedom; of safety. Just as Jesse started to step further away from the building’s front doors, he heard an almost slow creaking sound. He spun around on his heels as the doors swung open. The lobby was pitch black, and there, just beyond the double doors stood the thing, the thin that looked like Caroline. He tried turning back around. He tried to run. He even tried to scream, but he could do nothing but stand there, completely unable to move.

The thing with the face of the little girl looked at him, leered at him. Its figure twisted and contorted, like a thing of black, inky smoke. A sinister grin came over its face. Jesse’s body began contorting as waves of excruciating pain ran through him. As he stood there wracked with pain, the darkness pulled him slowly back into the building, drawing out the feeling of terror as long as it dared. Then, with an otherworldly quickness; he was pulled into the waiting darkness, his one final scream, muted by the whispering thing that had him.

The sun finally began its rise in the sky as Carlos, the morning security guard showed up to begin his shift, relieving the night guard. Closing the lobby doors behind him, he turned, looking at him as he sat behind the security desk; his face an expressionless mask. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned over the look on Jesse’s face. Jesse just stared back silently, a grin coming over his emotionless face. Uncomfortable and confused by Jesse’s behavior, Carlos stepped back to give him room. “Ok, you can head home now” he said. Jesse came from behind the desk, the grin on his face turning sinister. “Hey Jesse, don’t forget your book” yelled Carlos, but he was too late, Jesse was gone, but the doors to the lobby never opened.

Still confused, Carlos sat down to the security desk, waiting for his day to finally start. Later that day, once the busy time of his shift had come and gone, and with only a half hour left till he was relieved by the swing shift guard, Carlos looked down at the book Jesse’d left at the desk. Looking closer at the title he noticed it read ‘Ghosts, Demons, & Doppelgangers, Truth Behind the Stories’. Holding the book tightly in his hand, a bead of sweat ran down his face. In all the time he’d known and worked with Jesse, he had never witnessed that sort of behavior from him. He looked down at the book again. It just had to be a coincidence that he was reading that book when he started acting strangely, just a coincidence.

That was the last time anyone’d seen Jesse in the Tanner building. He never turned up for his shift later that night. Every once and a while though, Trever, the new night guard swears that every now and again, the lights in the place seem to flicker and the radio will turn on and play classical music ever so softly. He even swore once that he’d heard someone screaming for help on the radio, though it mostly sounded like static interrupting the music.


The New Star Wars

It recently came to my attention that in only a short 21 months (1 year, 9 months), there’s going to be a brand spanki’n new Star Wars Film. Ever since George Lucas sold all things Star Wars to Disney, I’ve been waiting with, I dare say bated breath to see what the outcome would be. In the past, Disney’s had a huge success with taking over Marvel Entertainment and putting out films like The Avengers and the films building up to The Avengers; Even their latest film, Thor: The Dark World. The point being… Disney apparently seems to know what it’s doing. The problem though is that unlike the Marvel films they’ve been putting out, there are already 6 Star Wars films out there that any new films are going to always be compared to. The new films are going to either as good as the first 6 or better in order to be any good. “Almost as good” just won’t cut it.

So, here are a few things about the up and coming film you may or may not care to know:
The film is slated to take place around 30 years after the events in Return of the Jedi and is said to star three new young leads…as well as a few very familiar faces. Disney also plans on releasing a new Star Wars film every year, beginning in 2015.







Now, to go from what’s known, to what’s suspected/rumored… :
Adam Driver and is a great possibility to play the role of the film’s main villain, though how he or whoever is chosen for the role’s character will compare to the epic epicness of Lord Vader, only time can tell.



















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Jesse Plemons, Ed Speleers, John Boyega, Matthew James Thomas, & Ray Fisher are rumored as possibles for the male lead in the film, and Lupita Nyong’o is a rumored possibility for the female lead role. it’s even been said that her (or whoever plays the role) will possibly be playing as a descendent of Obi-Wan Kenobi.









Both Gary Oldman and BenedictCumberbatch were both said to have been interested in the same role and both may have possibly been cast.

If those last two names got your interest then you’ll love the fact that Harrison Ford and Mark Hamil are coming back to the world of Star Wars. It’s even said that Carrie Fisher will be coming back as well, though sadly who knows if she’s likely able to appear or not. Also, there’s a possibility; however slight it may be, that Billy Dee Williams  might make a return as well.  And just to show that the Sith isn’t an all boys club, there’re talks of there being a female Sith villain in the film as well. Here’s hoping if that turns out to be true, the character is as interesting as the character of Asajj Ventress.


Last, but not least, (This may be a spoiler of sorts for anyone who’s not familiar with the Expanded Universe or the Star Wars fiction written to take place after Return of the Jedi.) it’s been said that the film may focus on twins; one possibly taking a turn to the darkside and another following in their fathers footsteps. This could reference Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa-Solo or Jacen and Jaina Solo (the later of the two being  the kids of Han Solo and Leia Organa-Solo in the Star Wars Expanded Universe and or Star Wars fiction.)

One thing I know without a shadow of a doubt… if this film doesn’t live up to the fans expectations story/script-wise, acting-wise, and of course.. effects-wise, a great disturbance will be felt in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. 




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Movies This Year

Well…it’s a new year, and that means of course… new movies. If you’re anything like me, there’s nothing like a good movie to distract you from whatever’s going on in your life(or not going on)… at least for a few hours.

So, here’re a few flicks to look for this year(keep in mind, I wrote the list, so I’m a bit biased) Oh, and I do apologize if there are any spoilers hereabouts.(There likely are.)

A Fantastic Fear Of Everything: Directed by Crispian Mills and Chris Hopewell and Starring the constantly brilliant Simon Pegg(How To Lose Friends And Alienate People, Star Trek); this little gem is about a crime novelist, whose research into Victorian serial killers has turned him into an extremely paranoid man, in fear of being murdered.

Date and Switch: Directed by Chris, this movie is about two High School seniors: Michael and Matty that have been best friends since 3rd grade. Still virgins, they make a pact to help each other “get lucky” before their senior prom – their mission however takes an unexpected turn when one of them announces an unexpected secret.

Pompeii: Directed by Paul W.S. Anderson, this film stars Kit Harington(Game of Thrones, Silent Hill: Revelation3D) and is set in the year 79 A.D., Pompeii tells the epic story of Milo, a slave turned invincible gladiator who finds himself in a race against time to save his true love Cassia, the beautiful daughter of a wealthy merchant who has been unwillingly betrothed to a corrupt Roman Senator. As Mount Vesuvius begins to erupt in all its fury, Milo must fight his way out of the arena in order to save his love as crumbles all around him.

A Haunted House 2: Directed by Mike Tiddes and starring Marlon Wayans, this is the sequel to A Haunted House with Wayans as Malcolm who, after exorcising the demons of his ex, is starting fresh with his new girlfriend and her two children. After moving into their dream home, Malcolm is once more plagued by bizarre paranormal events.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier: Directed by Anthony & Joe Russo and starring Chris Evans, Samuel L. Jackson, and Scarlet Johansson; this film takes place after the events of The Avengers. Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, is trying to live a quiet life in Washington, D.C. while trying to adjust to things in the modern world, but when a S.H.I.E.L.D. colleague comes under attack, Captain America becomes enmeshed in a web of intrigue that threatens to put the world once again at risk. Joining forces with the Black Widow, Captain America struggles to expose the ever-widening conspiracy while fighting off professional assassins sent to silence him at every turn. When the full scope of the conspiracy plot is revealed, Captain America and the Black Widow must enlist the help of a new ally, the Falcon. However, they soon find themselves up against an unexpected and dangerous new enemy—the Winter Soldier.

Transcendence: Directed by Wally Pfister and starring Johnny Depp, this film stars Depp as Dr. Will Caster, the foremost researcher in the field of Artificial Intelligence, working to create a sentient machine that combines the collective intelligence of everything ever known with the full range of human emotions. His highly controversial experiments have made him famous, but they have also made him the prime target of anti-technology extremists who will stop him at all costs. In their attempt to destroy him however, they set into motion the culmination of their worst fears.

The Quiet Ones: Directed by John Pogue and starring Jared Harris( Sherlock Holmes: A game Of Shadows, Pompeii, and The Mortal Instruments: City Of Bones). The Quiet Ones Tells the story of an unorthodox professor (Jared Harris) who uses highly controversial methods, leading his best students off the grid to take part in a dangerous experiment: creating a poltergeist. Based on the theory that paranormal activity is caused by the negative energy humans sometimes put out, the rogue scientists perform a series of tests on a young patient, pushing her to the edge of sanity and starting something more frightening and terrifying than they could have possibly imagined.

The Amazing Spider-Man 2: Directed by Marc Webb(no pun intended) and starring Andrew Garfield(The Amazing Spider-Man, The Social Network), Emma Stone(The Amazing Spider-Man, The Help) and Jamie Foxx(White House Down, Django Unchained). After the events of The Amazing Spider-Man, life for Peter Parker is busy. Between taking care of the bad guys as Spider-Man and spending time with the girl he loves, things seem the same as ever, but things always have a way of changing; especially when you’re a superhero with a new villain emerging, an old friend returning, and you start finding clues about your mysterious past.

Godzilla: Directed by Gareth Edwards and starring Aaron Johnson(Kick-Ass and Kick-Ass 2) and Bryan Cranston(Argo, Breaking Bad, and Malcolm in the Middle). This film is the retelling/re-imagining of Godzilla’s origin in a more contemporary time.

X-Men: Days Of Future Past: Directed by Bryan Singer and starring Jennifer Lawrence(The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, The Hunger Games), James McAvoy(X-Men: First Class, Arthur Christmas), Patrick Stewart(X-Men – X-Men 3, The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion, Star Trek), Ian McKellen(The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, The Hobbit: Desolation Of Smaug, LOTR Trilogy, X-Men – X-Men 3), and Peter Dinklage(Game Of Thrones, Death at a Funeral). The film’s story is set partially in an alternate future where surviving mutants have been penned in concentration camps, giant robots called Sentinels patrol America, and the majority of the X-Men have been hunted down and killed.

Maleficent: Directed by Robert Stromberg and starring Angelina Jolie(Kung Fu Panda 2, Salt, Beowulf). This is the untold story of one of Disney’s most iconic, classic villains(Sleeping Beauty as told by Maleficent).A beautiful, pure-hearted young woman, Maleficent has an idyllic life growing up in a peaceable forest kingdom, until the day an invading army threatened the peace of the land. Rising to be the land’s fiercest protector, she ultimately suffers a ruthless betrayal—turning her pure heart to stone and setting into motion a revenge of classic proportions.

How To Train Your Dragon 2: Directed by Dean DeBlois and starring Jay Baruchel(The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, This Is The End, How To Train Your Dragon)and  Craig Ferguson(Brave, Winnie the Pooh, How To Train Your Dragon). The heroic dragon-riding Viking Hiccup and his faithful dragon Toothless must protect the peace — and save the future for men and dragons from a power-hungry enemy named Drago.

Transformers 4: Age of Extinction: Directed by Michael Bay and starring Mark Wahlberg(Ted, The Fighter, The Happening), Stanley Tucci(The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, The Hunger Games, Jack the Giant Slayer) and Kelsey Grammer(Monsters University, Toy Story 2,  X-Men 3).   As humanity picks up the pieces, following the conclusion of Transformers: Dark of the Moon, Autobots and Decepticons have all but vanished from the face of the planet. However, a group of powerful, ingenious businessman and scientists attempt to learn from past Transformer incursions and push the boundaries of technology beyond their ability to control – all while an ancient, powerful Transformer menace sets its sights on Earth. The epic adventure and battle between good and evil, freedom and enslavement ensues.

(A trailer for the film seems to be unavailable as of yet.)

There are of course more movies coming out this year, but take it upon yourself to go look for’m, and… happy movie watching.


The Wonder Woman We… I Want.

Hey there to whomever’s reading this latest post of mine. I’ve noticed that my postings have been few and far in-between, but I aim to fix that…eventually. In the mean the mean time, I was talking with a co-worker of mine about things from our childhood; cartoons, movies and such.. and we came to the topic of Wonder Woman… or to be more specific, who should play Wonder Woman should they decide to make a film for her(with the obvious fact that a Justice League film is obviously looming overhead in the distance.)

So, here’s yet another geek-fueled post by yours truly. Here’s my top 5 list of the most capable female actresses who also happen to have the required looks to play the role of probably the most powerful female character in the entire DC Universe.



1) Jaimie Alexander: It may seem obvious to claim that Jaimie Alexander(the only female Asgardian on Marvel’s side)would be a more than perfect pick for Wonder Woman. As Sif,(In the film Thor)the female Asgardian warrior, she more than combined beauty with brawn. Believe it or not, Alexander’s been brought up in the past as a possible/potential Diana, but for one reason or another, her interest decreased. None the less, she would do a more than splendid job in the role.


2) Michelle Rodriguez: Being no stranger to the genre of action, Rodriguez has more than shown she can hold her own, whether it’s taking down the infected undead, fighting off an alien attack, driving really fast, or flying/firing from a gunship while kicking butt and taking names…like a boss. Aside from that, every actress mentioned or to be mentioned in this list more than physically fits the bill. And while some may question her as a pick, due to her not being Caucasian, keep in mind…that Wonder Woman herself is not Caucasian… She’s Greek.


3) Jennifer Lawrence: Star of The Hunger Games, Lawrence showed us that she can do action, and quite well at that. As Katniss Everdeen, she’s shown she can hold her own in a lethal fight to the death, while inspiring that most important of things.. hope. And as good as she is as an archer(In character at least), the world would be a far more interesting place, and we would get a near-perfect representation of the Amazonian  princess.


4) Sarah Michelle Gellar: There’s no question that Gellar would be more than suited for the role of Amazonian princess. Her stint as Buffy Summers in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer from 1997-2003 more than qualifies her as capable. As the titled character, she’s faced vampire lords, eldritch deities, the apocalypse(on a few occasions) and even the very first evil to ever exist. We’re talking the embodiment of all evil here. If that’s not good enough reason, then there’s also the fact that she is an actually good actor. Her roles in The Grudge, the 2 Scooby Doo films, Cruel Intentions have proven that. And she’s even got geek cred having voiced April O’Neil in the TMNT film.


5) Lucy Lawless: Just like the 4 mentioned actresses above, Lawless has earned her action chops. In her case, it was in her role as TV’s Xena, Warrior Princess. The ancient Greek equivalent of Wonder Woman, she was basically everything Wonder Woman stood for and then some. She’s taken on monsters, warlords, demi-gods and the god of war himself, Aries. She’s even taken on angels and demons. She may be a little older now than when she played the title character, but I have no doubt that Lucy Lawless could more than handle the role and do it some major justice.


I should note that none of the images used in this blog post are by any means my property.

Harry Potter and the Corruption of Everyone?

Now, my numbers may be a bit off here, but I’d say most folk the world around have heard the name Harry Potter. I mean, he’s one of the most famous people to have never existed. Ya.?.  Some would even say he’s bigger than Paul Bunyan. Ok, I’ve never heard anyone actually say that, but let’s assume for the sake of this post that tons of HP fans have said as much. For those reading this who aren’t familiar with the magical world of HP, I’ll sum it up for ya as briefly as possibly possible. Awkward UK lad fights against creepy, noseless UK adult and tons and tons of amazingness inbetween. Not the greatest summary, I’ll grant you, but it’ll have to do for now.

While perusing the vast vastness of media information and cat memes that is the internet, I stumbled upon this little gem of news…  Ok, it was posted on Yahoo news, but I still stumbled upon it.   “Teenage exorcists who say Harry Potter has corrupted the world head to Britain armed with Bibles and Holy Water to tackle hotbed of occult activity”

I read the title and of course my first response was to chuckle a bit. Once I was done with that, it became a wtf moment for me. Harry Potter and corruption? I mean… c’mon.. it’s Harry Potter for crying out loud. I mean look at that face. Is that the face of evil???


None the less, I decided to give the video attached to the news posting a look-see.  To summarize it, three holier than thou fame-seekers from Arizona (Brynne Larson,  Tess and Savannah Scherkenback) have come to the conclusion that Harry Potter is the source of an occult outbreak across the UK. (Because the works of JK Rowling obviously predate the existence of the occult in Europe… [he said sarcastically]) The last time I checked though, England didn’t have a Ministry of Magic..  Not even a Ministry of Cheap Tricks. They claim that “The spells you are reading about are not made up. They are real and come from witchcraft.” If I had a dollar for every time I pointed a twig at someone and shouted “Avada Kedavra!” and they died from it, I’d not have a single dollar. Forget the little blue pill… who needs that when whipping out your wand and chanting “Engorgio!” does the trick? What’s next? Will they be on a crusade to purge the world of the evil of fairy tale characters like the Fairy Godmother? Is she some harbinger of Satan wrapped in a winged old lady’s clothing?

As I write this, it dawns on me that the three girls may be confusing this: 3176173-1748009911-hp.jpFor this: voldemort
I mean, they both seem so identical, don’t they?  Take away the facts that one is the hero and one is the villain, one has friends who loyally follow him and the other leads by fear, one has never killed anyone to get what he wants and the other does it just because… take away those and other things and they’re oh so identical.

I don’t mean any of this to be a slam against Christians or Christianity in its wide spread uniform diversity, but with individuals like this in the spotlight, it’s no wonder some people can’t take the religion too seriously.

I hope that anyone who reads this post is far more enlightened and open minded than those who have inspired it. Just remember, because you don’t understand something does not make it inherently evil. And if you haven’t already, pick up a copy of Harry Potter. I promise you, it’s an amazing read.

For your viewing enjoyment, here’s the video in question. I’ll let it speak for itself… :


The full article inspiring this post can be found here:

The Princess that Never Was?

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, so here’s a short rant from yours truly about something seemingly random and geeky.:


A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there lived a princes… only… was she really a princess? As Star Wars has become Disney property, a good friend of mine brought it to my attention that princess Leia would be a Disney princess. That got me to thinking… would she be a Disney princess? Further more, was she even really a princess?

If I were to allow my friend to answer that question, he would say that Leia was in fact a princess. She was the adopted daughter of the king and queen of Alderaan, and her birth mother was the Queen of Naboo.  Now, that sounds like more than enough for her to be considered a princess; right? Wrong. In my opinion anyway.



Here’s the problem. She may have been the adopted daughter of royalty, but does that in of itself make her a royal? If I’m the king of France and I adopt a monkey into my family, does that monkey then become royalty? (not to equate princess Leia to a monkey.)No, it doesn’t.  And as to her being the biological child of the “Queen of Naboo”… well.. I may be ignorant of all of the political ways of Naboo, but the last time I checked.. being the daughter of a former queen doesn’t make you royalty when that queen in question was elected to the position. Elected, not born into or married into.. elected.

Even if I can manage to get past the whole elected queen thing, there’s the fact that when Leia was born, her mother had been dead/on her death bed at the time and there was a newly elected queen ruling Naboo. Heck, even before Padme was dead, Naboo had elected a new queen. Padme was a senator. So, in truth, Leia is the biological daughter of the senator of Naboo and the adopted daughter of the king and queen of Alderaan.




Now, if I can manage to look past even that, there’s the one tiny fact that Alderaan no longer exists. So, what’s princess Leia the princess of?  A large heap of space rock? I don’t think so. No kingdom, no power, title becomes meaningless. Princess Leia becomes commoner Leia.



So, to sum it all up… princess Leia is not a Disney princess. At best, I could say that she’s a Disney person of importance….within the Star Wars galaxy.



As an added bonus, here’s the a video about the Disney purchase of Star Wars:

A Thought on the Devine.

“Man simply created G-d in order not to kill himself. That is the summary on universal history to this moment.”- Philosopher, Albert Camus.

An excerpt from ‘A Higher Good’:

“…That’s really the premise of this entire part of the book. All of the archaic documents of the western faiths (the Bible, Talmud and Koran) glorify a G-d that relatively primitive men chose because they mirrored their own twisted psyche and political purposes. There may have been, and probably were, documents around that described a Higher Good, but because those transcended man’s own egotistical ideals of justice, they were ignored or discarded. Because they did not describe a G-d with attributes and physical images similar to his own, they were ignored. Those he thought were inspired by G-d, were those that described manifestations of beings, or a being, that was a supernatural and super-powerful image of himself, similar to the deities the Greeks, Egyptians and Babylonians worshiped before him. To fit his egotistical imaging, and the idea that the world and the universe revolved around him, man chose documents that described a G-d who created him in G-d’s own image, right down to his fingers and toes and irrational woes…”

Long before man had ever erected a single temple or given name to the mysterious forces of the universe, before organized religion, our ancient ancestors had some form of belief in a spirit world of sorts. This is a belief supported by their ritual burial practices. So, long before we had people to tell us to believe in something.. we believed. The Egyptians, Mayans, ancient Vikings, Celts, ancient Chinese, Romans, Greeks… everyone since the time of our ancestors has believed in something greater than themselves.While I know next to nothing about the spiritual beliefs of many of these peoples, I do know a thing or two about Norse, Greek, and Roman mythology and belief. In all three instances, the pantheons of deities of those individual peoples were more human than not. They possessed all the aspects of a deity… limitless knowledge, power that could topple kingdoms, nations, and life itself, power to create life and take it away just as easily.

When it comes to those ancient peoples, one could simply say that their gods or deities were ways of explaining things they had no possible way of otherwise explaining. Nobody knew what caused thunder or lightning, so it was attributed to Thor riding his chariot through the clouds or Zeus angrily hurling a lightning bold here or there. We as a people had no way of knowing what was going on, so we created gods; and as our understanding of the world grew, our need for all powerful, invisible beings who were natured just as we diminished. Or did it? Somehow, despite our understanding of ourselves, our world, and what we think we know about the universe in which we live, we believe. Some of us that is. The ancient pagans believed in several gods… a pantheon if you will of deities. Each god or goddess served a specific function or role. A god for love, a god for war, a god of storms, and a god of …I don’t know.. calm winds. In early and modern Christianity, it’s believed that there is but one supreme deity who embodies every aspect given to each individual deity one could possibly conceive.

Now while some say, as I’ve stated before in this blog that deities such as Thor or Zeus were just ways for people to explain what they didn’t understand, the belief in a higher power of some sort still persists throughout a large portion of the world. If the Olympian deities, Norse deities, Egyptian deities and all other deities were nothing more than man grasping to understand the world and his(or her) place in it, can the same not be said of the current belief in the G-d of Abraham and Isaac who is still worshiped today? At some level does man still so fear the unknown that it must be named, given titles and power over us? Are we the great inventors who have created G-d? Or is it G-d who has truly created us? If in fact it is we who have created him(or her, or .. it even.), why then would we make a deity who while soo benevolent and loving, allows evil to exist in the world? On the other hand, if in fact it is G-d who has created us, then why so in his own image? Why create us at all? I honestly can’t answer any of those questions, but I can only guess and theorize…

G-d is as real as he is unreal. That is to say, as real as any idea conceived, if not more-so. Imagine if you will a time before life and the universe as it is now existed,where there was something…some force out there. Maybe it was completely coherent and knowledgeable of its surrounds and what it was doing or maybe it simply existed/exists no more than an amoeba does, only on a cosmic scale.  Now, this thing, this…force had no name, or title or even true purpose in all of its actions, but somehow, possibly through its sheer being, the big bang happened and in the course of time, humankind appeared and evolved into what we are now. Throughout the process of our existence and evolution we somehow became aware of or conceived the notion of this thing… this force and we couldn’t truly it which of course frightened us. Then we sought to name this thing… called it Zeus, Odin, Ra, Yahweh, G-d.. whatever. We gave it titles and made it more like us so that in the end, we wouldn’t fear it so much. We couldn’t control this thing, but we could understand it better and in doing so, we could understand ourselves and our place in life better. I suppose what I’m suggesting is what if G-d existed merely as a force of the universe itself? Not created by anything, but simply existing because it was in fact the embodiment of existence or reality. What if we were created because G-d exists and G-d exists because we were created and perceive him(or her) to be? We give name, shape and form to that thing that is existence/reality. We called it Ra, Odin, Zeus, The Dagda, and now call it Allah, or G-d. We are our creators creations and his creators. If… just if.. that was true, then everyone everywhere is both wrong and right when it comes down to the question of G-d’s existence. That could mess with a ton of peoples heads for a while.

Anyway, that was all just a thought. It popped into my head and I figured I would put it here for folk to read and give their opinion on. And in the event that this in any particular way offends anyone, just know that I myself do believe in a higher power; namely G-d, and this is in no way meant to slight anyone who believes differently than I do or for that matter, doesn’t believe at all.

And a big thank you to the artists of the pieces I’ve used in this post (as I did not do these works of art.). I’m not sure who you all are, but if you should happen to stumble upon this post and see your artwork here, thank you for creating it.


It’s All About Love…

I’ve recently learned that President Obama has come out openly in support of same sex marriage. Not just that, but he’s the first president on record to have done so. As someone who’s gay, that makes me incredibly happy. As someone who’s a human being, that makes me incredibly happy as well. As happy as that makes me, It saddens me that people out there such as…Rush Limbaugh have nothing better to do than make statements like: “We’ve arrived at a point where the President of the United States is going to lead a war on traditional marriage.” Now, while it’s every person’s right to have whatever opinion they might, there’s no reason to start hooting and hollering simply because the President has seen fit to acknowledge that same sex couples, just as everyone else, deserve the right to be married. Not have “domestic partnerships” or any such thing, but to be married. As little a word it may be, in this case, it carries something  tremendous. That tremendous thing is love.

This “war on marriage” as it’s being called is in truth is nothing short of a farce waged by the very people who make statements like that made by Mr. Limbaugh. If your idea of traditional marriage means having 2 or more ex wives/ex husbands and a slew of children left in the wake of the dysfunction that often follows,  then who’s to say such a fictitious “war” shouldn’t be waged? When it comes to the notion of marriage, a joining of the body and the soul, it is an intimate and spiritual institution; not one to be decided on by organized religion or petty little men and women who can’t see past their own bigotry and ignorance of the rights of all men and women. Marriage is love, and love predates governments and organized religion. If a man loves a man.. no… if a person loves a person, no matter their gender, they should be able to be wed; reaping all the benefits and responsibility that comes with it. If this were merely a matter of being unfit to be wed, there are many (In heterosexual marriages) whose marriage would be deemed invalid. Marriage is something based on love in its purest and simplest form. Not on laws and rules enforced by people who honestly know nothing of those who wish to be wed.

I’ll just close with this. If you don’t like the idea of David and Jim or Samantha and Ruth getting married, then you’re entitled to that opinion. But nowhere in that entitlement do you have the right to persecute David and Jim or Samantha and Ruth. Ask yourself this question… and think about it seriously and answer it honestly… If you were David, Jim, Samantha, or Ruth and all you wanted was an affirmation of your love for whomever it is or was that you loved and you were denied that right by some group of people because their religion won’t allow it and says it’s wrong… how would you feel? If one of your children who you love with all your heart (as any good parent does) or a niece or nephew was to tell you they wanted to get married to a member of the same sex who they were truly and deeply in love with, would you turn your back on them? Denying them something as basic yet important as love?