Saturday, December 27, 2014

Working... working...

I am finishing up a horror thriller script.  It needs to be finished this week.

My wish for each and everyone of you, is that this new year brings you an abundance of love, peace and happiness.

Thank you for all your wonderful support.  You are all ROCK STARS!

I look forward to next week... for my  Friday Scary Story.   ; )

Friday, December 19, 2014

Friday Scary Story, December 19, 2014

Meat soup.

It's my specialty.  People love it.

I only make it once a year.  It takes time to gather the ingredients.  It takes time to gather my meat.

I hunt for it.  I hunt for long pig.  They are easy to outsmart.  Easy to capture.

But, it takes patience.  It takes time.  I only take the mean ones. The ones that are not kind.

They come to me.  I pretend I am weak.  It works every time.

It is their fault.

They ask for it.  They shouldn't be bad.  They shouldn't hurt anyone. They shouldn't try to hurt me.  They picked the wrong chick.

They don't get away with it.  I make it right for those who were not able to.  I do it for them.  Now these long pigs will be chewed up by sharp teeth.  Digested by stomach acids... nothing will be left.

I make it quick. I don't let them suffer.  I am not like them.

Nobody notices.

Nobody cares.

They should be good, like me.

I am not like them.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Friday Scary Story, December 12, 2014

My bed is wet.

It is wet with blood.  I can smell it.  I think...  I can taste it.

My neck is sore.

I can barely turn my head.

I saw it in the mirror.  The bite marks.  Not just one, but many.  They are deep.  Perfect puncture marks in distinct patterns, like a decorated silk scarf wrapped around my throat.

I don't remember what happened.

I remember nothing.

My body aches.  It is on fire.  I opened the drapes, but the sun felt like a rasp tearing at my skin.  I made it as dark as I can.  No light. No sun.  Just black.

My bedroom is a mess.  I can't tell what is in there.  Who is in there. Nothing is moving.  There is no sound.

Be careful for what you wish for.  Beware of your yearning thoughts.


So beautiful.  So sexy.  Eternal.

The blood in the air smells like candy.

I need more.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Friday Scary Story, December 5, 2014

Dark spaces.

They are scary.

You never know what you will find.

Under my bed, it is dark.  Something lives there.  It has touched me.

I have tried everything to not let it, but it still happens.

It stopped for awhile.  It has been six years.  But, now it has started again.

For the last four nights, it has come all the way out.  I sleep with the light on.  I sleep with my feet tucked in.  I keep the blankets tight, but it still comes out.

It grabs onto me.  Then it pulls its self up.  It rests on top of me.  I won't open my eyes.  I don't want to see it.  It crushes me.  It is so heavy.  I feel like I am going to die.  I feel like it will take my breath away from me.

Before I pass out... it slides back down.  It slides away.

It never says a word.  It has no breath.

I wish it would stop.

I wish it would go away.