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Description of Bloody Wall: Chapter 4, page 6

Rylie was staring at the wall next to the bed. It was plain, with the same color as the rest of the room, no pictures, no marks. She turned away for a minute to look again at the bed and when she looked back at the wall she stifled a scream. It was not plain anymore; instead there was a massive splatter of red which she knew right off was blood. Inside the blood was another substance, white, which looked horribly like human flesh. She stared at it as Andy and Josh rushed to her side. They watched her as she stared at the wall, with horror in her eyes. They saw nothing. She tried to shut her eyes, to not see it anymore, to turn away, but she couldn’t. The bloodstain seemed to grow bigger, seemingly taking over the whole wall. She stepped back, that much she could do. Andy and Josh looked at her in horror, trying to see what she was seeing. Then Josh seized her by the shoulders and shook her.

Shower Scene: Chapter 9, page 1

Her head hit the tiled wall and as she slid down, a bloody trail followed from the wound that was already in her head. She lay there, sprawled out in the still rising bloody water, breathing like she had just run a marathon. Her head hurt badly and she could feel warm blood casually dripping onto her neck. She tried to grip onto the edge of the tub to hoist her up but it was too slippery. The shadowy figure darted past again, this time to the right. The water still cascaded down onto her from the showerhead, making it hard for her to both breathe and see. As she tried to stand up yet again she was violently pushed down by the same invisible force. Nausea came over her as she tried to move any part of her body, but she couldn’t. Edward was the one behind the curtain, he was the one holding her down, and he was the one that had her just where he wanted her.

Description of Pascal House: Chapter 4, page 1

The six of them stood outside the Pascal house, each of them having second thoughts about going into it. The house loomed over them, and it had haunted house written all over. The windows were boarded up, and almost all the shudders had fallen off. The barn behind it was also run down, its paint chipping so it was more of a brown than red. Behind the barn, lay the woods, the same woods that ran behind Rylie’s house. A mist clung in the woods, creating ghost-like figures that seemed to dance about the trees. Though it seemed that the trees themselves were ghosts, the way they swayed in the now cooler breeze. The whole scene was an eerie sight to anyone who saw.

Digging up the Graves: Chapter 8, page 1

She once again took a deep breath then in one quick motion drove the shovel into the ground. She paused for a second as nothing happened. Then all of the sudden there was a great wind that blew her hair to the side of her head. She knew she had opened the can of worms and couldn’t stop so she lifted the dirt out of the grave and threw it to the side. The wind continued to blow and she drove her shovel into the dirt again. She continued to quickly shovel the dirt out of the grave. Then all of the sudden she felt this great force attempt to knock her over but somehow she maintained her balance. Josh and Andy on the other hand were hurled backwards. Rylie tried to look back, but the wind was too strong to see anything. She couldn’t see Josh or Andy and she got frightened. She felt herself being turned around and continued to dig.

Riding in the Truck: Chapter 10, page 1

Rylie nodded, as they turned off the dirt road and onto the main road that lead to the town. Rylie sighed deeply and rested her head on her hand, thinking to herself if she was really prepared to face Edward and Judith head on, if she could suppress her fear enough to do it. Her head pounded from all the stress that she had gone through the past days, all the fear that had overtaken her. She was afraid that after this was all over, she couldn’t go back to lead a normal life. That with all this newfound knowledge of the spiritual realm, that she had always known was there, she would always be fearful of it.

Death of Matt: Chapter 11, page 4

Blood was now on her hands as she doubled over Matt and cried for her brother. Then all of the sudden Matt’s body started to twitch. She saw this, stopped crying and sat up. She stared at Matt’s body as it started to convulse. She didn’t know what to do; she didn’t know if this was her brother or if it was Edward trying to get out. Her question was answered though when Matt’s eyes opened suddenly and he sat up. That same sneer from earlier curled his lips and she knew that it was still Edward.

Rule For Surviving a Horror Movie 56 - 100

Rules to Surviving a Horror Movie #56 - 100

Disclaimer: All you have to do is follow these easy rules and you’ll survive through any situation you find yourself in, but break even one of them and start writing your will.

Rule #56: Never smoke from a glass bong, odds are you’re gonna get impaled on it.

Rule #57: Always believe the “crazy girl” she’s gonna be the one that save your ass

Rule #58: Crawling through the heating/air vents… never a good idea

Rule #59: The power going out is never a good sign

Rule #60: If your friends go missing at all… it’s safe to assume that they’re dead

Rule #61: Never trust psychiatrists

Rule #62: Running into childhood friends only leads to trouble

Rule #63: Getting drunk is never a good idea, things never end up well

Rule 64: If someone has recently died in a house, cover up all the mirror… better safe than sorry

Rule #65: Living in a hotel all by yourself never turns out good

Rule #66: Animals never seem to survive so if you hear your dog whining, just stay away

Rule #67: Stay away from places that have creepy names like: Black Water Ridge, Kill Devil Hills, etc

Rule #68: Also stay away from Lakes that sound too calm like: Lake Placid, Crystal Lake etc.

Rule #69: If you’re having sex and hear a weird sound for goodness sakes don’t keep having sex

Rule #70: Also going along with #69, just don’t have sex in tents

Rule #71: If you hear a sound when you’re alone somewhere like the bathroom, locker room, etc, please resist the urge to ask “Is there anyone there” even if there is someone there, they’re not going to answer you.

Rule #72: If you arrive at an empty command post, campsite, etc that’s supposed to be populated, better off just to leave right away

Rule #73: Short cuts lead to untimely deaths… stick to main roads

Rule #74: Before going anywhere check the news on that area. If there are reports of lightning storm, cattle deaths, crop deaths, swarms of bug, etc… just don’t got there.

Rule #75: Camps are just bad news in general, better off staying away

Rule #76: Journals left behind by the dead are always good tools for finding out what’s wrong

Rule #77: Alerting the masses about killers on the loose and/or monsters attacking will do you more harm than good

Rule #78: Stay out of closets. Plain and simple they’re bad news.

Rule #79: Make sure you check under the bed before you go to sleep.

Rule #80: Don’t stay awake for long periods of time, in the end you’ll die faster.

Rule #81: Playing loud music at any time always leads to a faster death

Rule #82: Playing tricks on people always ends up in the death of the tricksters

Rule #83: Never blow out candles

Rule #84: Never go “try to fix the circuit breaker” odds are it won’t help and you going down to the basement alone is a bad idea.

Rule #85: ALWAYS respect the rules of Halloween and any other pagan holidays, disrespecting them will result in death

Rule #86: Bratty rich girls/boys always die

Rule #87: The douchebags always are the first to die

Rule #88: Just stay out of elevators all together… nothing good ever happens in them

Rule #89: Resist the urge to return to your hometown if something horrible happened their when you were a kid

Rule #90: “Facing your fears” usually end up with your friends/family dead, so resist the urge to revisit old wounds

Rule #91: The ones with the ridiculous phobias are the ones that know what’s going on, so believe them

Rule # 92: Never trust people who are dressed to good for where they are. I.e. a girl wearing formal wear walking down a dusty country road

Rule #93: If someone tells you to “stay there” just freaking listen to them

Rule #94: If you have a video camera make sure it’s always running

Rule #95: Where ever you are, make sure you know of two ways to get out at all times

Rule #96: If you’re at the back of the group make sure you’re always holding onto to the person in front of you

Rule #97: If you hear someone screaming, even if it sounds like pleasure screaming… it’s safe to assume they’re in trouble

Rule #98: If someone says a place is haunted, than it probably is

Rule #99: Flickering lights means something evil’s coming

Rule #100: Hanging out in Lighthouses never turns out good, so stay clear of them

ProBowl

Okay, so currently I`m taking a break from my poems and short story writing to go on another rant. So last night I watched the ProBowl. Usually not a big fan since they`re not that exciting, but hey it`s football after all right?
So watching the NFC crushing the AFC in the first half and saw that the Redskins players were running train over the AFC offense. Two interceptions and a stripped ball for a fumble recovery and a touch down, all three by Redskins players, two by DeAngelo Hall. Pretty damn awesome!
Two things were going through my head while watching this. One, why the hell can`t the Redskins play like that during the regular season? Two I have NEVER heard announcers SO queit after plays like that! I mean there was just silence! Wtf? Is it that they announcers get paid not to talk about the Redskins?
Then it occurred to me. Two of those announcers come from the AFC. So what did they spend the game talking about? Well the AFC of course and their personal stories from playing/coaching.
Really? I mean no play by play of the game? No praise for the amazing players on the NFC team? I mean if the NFC threw THAT many interceptions (final count was 7 or more I think) they would be all over them. But no! Yeah Bradshaw through some comments about Manning throwing short, but that was it!
This just goes to show you what I`ve been saying for years. Announcers can`t be impartial. They can say all they want about how they`re objective and what now but when it comes to it they`re not.
Yes I get that the ProBowl is a different game then others, but still it`s getting ridiculous! For now on I`m seriously going to mute the TV when I watch football.

Portrait of the Writer as a Sane Man (eat your heart out James Joyce)

Pen poised, paper blank, unpolished, undisturbed.
The Clash of the Two Titans.
Fight between the senses.
Which to bury the pen or the hatchet?
Rippled feeling of Vertigo.
Ripping from limb from limb.
Pen meets paper.
Pure orgasmic ectasy grips body.
Admire handiwork of a god.
Pure genius.
Independence unfold, breaks off, rises to a higher purpose.
Ends in a fight.
Victor rises to meet his prize, the poised pen.

Under My Skin

You were too late

Hurt and Pain are now hate

Numbness begins to set

Have you figured it out yet?

Can you feel anything?

Does any of it sting?

Is blindness suddenly your trait?

Or are you too filled with hate?

The Heart you bare is that of stone

Nothing makes me happier then to know you’ll leave me alone

What has been lifted is that insecurity

That you made me feel every time you talked like that to me

Are you really that conceited?

To not realize who have really been defeated?

Does the spear not pierce?

Are the heartaches really not that fierce?

All of this though has left my head

Everything you ever did or said

None of it matters because I’ve moved on

You never realize what you have until it’s gone

Hideaway

Hide behind the lies, the deceit, the facade of something real

Hide from all the pain, all the hurt and aching that you feel

Hide behind the fantasy, the other world, other realm and place

Hide from all the anger that creeps into your every space

Run from the feelings those things with which you can’t deal

Run to all the things that you’ve made up, none of it real

Run from that hole that is now inside your chest

Run to all the things that will never complain, yell or protest

Live away from those people that really do care

Live in that world that you’ve created to always be there

Live away from the horrors and tragedies that grip your life

Live in that place where you control who and what can cause your strife

Die without the people who held your hand along the way

Die in that place that knows nothing of what you feel today

Die without your family and friends by your side

Die in that place that forever houses your pride

3 Leaf Loser

Okay so first off don’t try to look into any meaning behind the title to this post, it’s a song that I really like the lyrics to and I saw it popped on randomly as I sat down to write this post. So now that we got past that red tape we can go on to what this post is really about: the “F” word. Okay get your minds back on track here, I’m talking about FRIENDS. This is a word that can instill confidents, happiness or fear, trepidation or even dread, anger. Basically there’s all this emotion behind it.

Sorry, back to the point of the word friends. What is a friend? Is it simply people that you hang out with, go to class with, maybe live with and help out? My answer: No. Friends are so much more. Friends are the ones who stick by you through all your problems, your outbursts, your craziness, your identity crisis and your need to explore who you really are and find yourself. Friends do not judge you, do not care what you wear, how much money you have or what you look like. Friends will sometimes make you angry and upset but a true friend will always apologize and make things right. Friends do not make you feel insecure, two feet tall and like you want to rip someone’s head off. Friends do not leave you for the “cooler” people when you decide to change your direction and interests in life. Friends do not tread on you and put you down.

Throughout my life I’ve constantly called people my “friends” but lately I’ve been seeing that that word is thrown around a lot. Sure I have my friends who do all the great things that I listed above, and then I have the people that I talk to on occasion in classes or at work and then you I have the acquaintances who I talk to a lot but still aren’t on the level of being my “friend.” I can tell who my true and long term friends are when they make the effort to keep in touch with me and actually care about what I say and don’t judge me for what I say even if it’s stupid or ludicrous. Recently I’ve been in touch with people who I literally haven’t talked to in years who have found me on facebook, or have called me up to listen to my entire life story pretty much. That makes me feel good inside.

On the flipside of that, I have friends who now that I have graduated and left college are trying to say they miss me and all, but it’s all formalities. These are the people in my life that don’t’ need to be in my life. Also I have the people who have acted like I’ve dropped off the face of the earth, some of whom I’ve known practically half my life. See when you grow up it’s easy to start seeing who are you true friends. For example when someone you’ve known your whole life and yet haven’t said two words to them in years but yet a person you’re known a little over a year texts you every day and actually cares what you’re doing and puts up with your craziness (and yes you know who you are J). That’s a true friend.

So what to take away from my wisdom? Be careful who you call your “friends” cause you may end up like me, writing horror stories about people named “Jackson” getting torn apart by a homicidal, cannibalistic, demon monsters. J