Tuesday, August 21, 2007
MY EXECUTION
MY EXECUTIONTGREAPER2007Around me the storm clouds gather.My dread grows as the headsman's axefalls against my neck.It severs me and my blood dripsto the falling despairing leaves.In a haze of shockI fall limply while death's shadowtakes my unwilling hand.Alone, my cascade of tearsfall upon blind eyes.This is my salvation.
Friday, July 27, 2007
A REAPER SHORT STORY
BEHIND THE HOUSE ON OLD MILLS ROADTGREAPER 2006
"You sure you don't want more?" Annie Maye stood over me with a bowl spilling over with sausage gravy. I held up my hand in protest."I couldn't fit another bite," I replied. Annie found me stranded out on Mills Road after my car decided I was far enough in the middle of nowhere that breaking down was the worst possible thing that could happen. She told me of her brother the mechcanic and offered me a place out of the darkness untill he could get my junkpile working again.
I helped Annie clear the table and watched as she worked the pump that brought water into her basin full of dishes. She noticed me watching and smiled."Now, if you have to go to the bathroom, it's the outhouse out back."I didn't like the thought of going outside and using a bacteria filled shed with a hole in the bottom. But I also knew that I couldn't hold it much longer."Don't worry none if you hear anything, that's just ol' Earle and Jimbob working on your car.""You mean they're already working on it?" I strained my eyes trying to see them through the kitchen window. Earle was described to me as a big burly teddy bear by his sister. Jimbob was his short, sharp tempered life long friend. I could see some light filtering out from the barn, along with a moving shadow."Why don't you visit the throne while you have some company out there. I'll make up a bed for you."I felt a little embarrassed talking about my toilet usage with a total stranger, especially a female one, but I nodded and walked outside. "Earle, the city slicker's on his way to the throne!" Annie called out behind me. I heard a grunt and some movement from the barn. I was going to call out, but thought better of it and continued to walk towards the tiny dark shack that was waiting for me. I paused at the door, taking in one last good breath.
The stench hit me soon as I opened the door. Feces and urine and another oder. A strange one, yet unmistakable. It smelled like rotting flesh. Then I felt it. Under the floor board. Something moved. I stared down the hole into the darkness, but could see nothing. By this time I felt like I was going to burst in my pants, so I hurredly dropped them and took a seat, praying it was my imagination. Once I was finished, I reached down to wipe and touched another human hand.
The pain shot through me before I was able to move. The impact knocked me off the stool and onto the floor. I reached down between my legs and pulled out handfuls of wet sticky blood. I half rolled, half crawled out of the outhouse. The cold ground felt hard and unforgiving. I thought I could see a shadow crawling out from the hole I was just occupying. "Earle! Annie! Help!!" I cried out. It had to be Jimbob. I heard the front door slam open and footsteps heading my way."Earle? What's going on?" Annie cried. The outhouse door swung open, exposing a large man with blood and feces dripping off him."I couldn't help it Annie May, the city slicker's a slippery cuss!"I was losing way too much blood. I reached down again and felt something cold and hard protruding from beneath me, between my buttocks and nutsack. "Hold still there city slicker," Earle said. He placed his foot on my leg and reached down, cupping his hand on the weapon. He yanked it out, the pain searing through me."He screams like a girl!" Annie said laughing. Earle was chuckling as well. I looked past them into the barn, the moving shadow I thought was Earle was a row of bodies hanging by ropes. I felt arms reach around me and could feel myself being dragged. Earle dropped me on my back on the cold wooden floor of the barn. He pulled the knife that he impaled me with out of his back pocket and wiped it off with a dirty hankerchief."That's my Jimbob," he said to himself. My body was numb, and I could no longer move, I layed still as Annie lifted my leg and wrapped a rope around it. I could see that my blood had ran the length of my pants and I wondered why I hadn't already bled to death. Earle put the knife down and picked up a camera from somewhere in the room. "Pose for me pretty!" Annie fixed her hair and stepped over me, sitting down on my stomach, back to me and flexing her biceps. Earle took a couple of pictures then walked out of sight. Annie turned back to me and smiled before getting up."Hope I didn't squish you," she whispered. I felt a tug against my leg, then I was hanging in the air next to the other bodies. It happened that fast. I watched the two stop and kiss each other before turning out the lights. As they shut the door and walked away I heard Annie say something that froze what was left of my blood."Now we have plenty of meat for my sausage gravy."
"You sure you don't want more?" Annie Maye stood over me with a bowl spilling over with sausage gravy. I held up my hand in protest."I couldn't fit another bite," I replied. Annie found me stranded out on Mills Road after my car decided I was far enough in the middle of nowhere that breaking down was the worst possible thing that could happen. She told me of her brother the mechcanic and offered me a place out of the darkness untill he could get my junkpile working again.
I helped Annie clear the table and watched as she worked the pump that brought water into her basin full of dishes. She noticed me watching and smiled."Now, if you have to go to the bathroom, it's the outhouse out back."I didn't like the thought of going outside and using a bacteria filled shed with a hole in the bottom. But I also knew that I couldn't hold it much longer."Don't worry none if you hear anything, that's just ol' Earle and Jimbob working on your car.""You mean they're already working on it?" I strained my eyes trying to see them through the kitchen window. Earle was described to me as a big burly teddy bear by his sister. Jimbob was his short, sharp tempered life long friend. I could see some light filtering out from the barn, along with a moving shadow."Why don't you visit the throne while you have some company out there. I'll make up a bed for you."I felt a little embarrassed talking about my toilet usage with a total stranger, especially a female one, but I nodded and walked outside. "Earle, the city slicker's on his way to the throne!" Annie called out behind me. I heard a grunt and some movement from the barn. I was going to call out, but thought better of it and continued to walk towards the tiny dark shack that was waiting for me. I paused at the door, taking in one last good breath.
The stench hit me soon as I opened the door. Feces and urine and another oder. A strange one, yet unmistakable. It smelled like rotting flesh. Then I felt it. Under the floor board. Something moved. I stared down the hole into the darkness, but could see nothing. By this time I felt like I was going to burst in my pants, so I hurredly dropped them and took a seat, praying it was my imagination. Once I was finished, I reached down to wipe and touched another human hand.
The pain shot through me before I was able to move. The impact knocked me off the stool and onto the floor. I reached down between my legs and pulled out handfuls of wet sticky blood. I half rolled, half crawled out of the outhouse. The cold ground felt hard and unforgiving. I thought I could see a shadow crawling out from the hole I was just occupying. "Earle! Annie! Help!!" I cried out. It had to be Jimbob. I heard the front door slam open and footsteps heading my way."Earle? What's going on?" Annie cried. The outhouse door swung open, exposing a large man with blood and feces dripping off him."I couldn't help it Annie May, the city slicker's a slippery cuss!"I was losing way too much blood. I reached down again and felt something cold and hard protruding from beneath me, between my buttocks and nutsack. "Hold still there city slicker," Earle said. He placed his foot on my leg and reached down, cupping his hand on the weapon. He yanked it out, the pain searing through me."He screams like a girl!" Annie said laughing. Earle was chuckling as well. I looked past them into the barn, the moving shadow I thought was Earle was a row of bodies hanging by ropes. I felt arms reach around me and could feel myself being dragged. Earle dropped me on my back on the cold wooden floor of the barn. He pulled the knife that he impaled me with out of his back pocket and wiped it off with a dirty hankerchief."That's my Jimbob," he said to himself. My body was numb, and I could no longer move, I layed still as Annie lifted my leg and wrapped a rope around it. I could see that my blood had ran the length of my pants and I wondered why I hadn't already bled to death. Earle put the knife down and picked up a camera from somewhere in the room. "Pose for me pretty!" Annie fixed her hair and stepped over me, sitting down on my stomach, back to me and flexing her biceps. Earle took a couple of pictures then walked out of sight. Annie turned back to me and smiled before getting up."Hope I didn't squish you," she whispered. I felt a tug against my leg, then I was hanging in the air next to the other bodies. It happened that fast. I watched the two stop and kiss each other before turning out the lights. As they shut the door and walked away I heard Annie say something that froze what was left of my blood."Now we have plenty of meat for my sausage gravy."
Friday, May 18, 2007
spirits of the mountain
SPIRIT OF THE MOUNTAINS
TGREAPER2004
Let me tell you right now that I have never believed in spooks, specters, or anything else that
Goes bump in the night. But after one night in those cursed mountains, fear drips from
Every pore in my body. The taste of blood and iron are in every drop of spring water
From Ironton Ohio.
I was asked to go to the foothills to do what I do best, show a haunting for the hoax
it really is. When I first saw the house, I was sorely dissapointed. For as old as it
was, it looked as if a fresh coat of paint was on the walls, unlike the other houses
that were in total decomposition. There was a huge wagon alongside the house,
the type that needed large horses to pull it, it too seemed almost brand new.
The inside was just as nice. It was as if time had somehow passed by on the
outside of the window, leaving everything inside as it was years ago. I unloaded
my gear and settled in.
The night was totally uneventful. I was at least hoping for a guy in a sheet, or
some sound effects, or something. I watched the minutes tick away on my
timex, untill about half past ten. Somewhere in the woods a wolf howled.
Too easy, I thought to myself. I set the cam corder, checked the batteries
on both that and the tape recorder, rolled out my sleeping bag and was
soon asleep.
I had my gear packed up and was back in jackson by two pm. I was already
making plans on taping over the tapes with the ball game coming on that night.
I popped the audio tape into my stereo and turned the volume up full. I realized
for the first time that i was a loud snorer. Then I realized something else.
I wasn't alone in that house.
It started like a whisper, someone calling out, calling for help. Then a symphony
of moans and cries. Finally, in a loud clear female voice, "Who the hell is he?"
My blood went cold. I dug like an animal through my back pack searching for the
video tape. I fumbled it in shaky fingers as I put it in the vcr on the third try.
The dark room seemed quiet enough, I was laying in the center of the room,
snoring peacfully away. Suddenly a blue glowing light, like an orb, appeared
in the corner, followed by a couple of red ones. A transparent shape appeared
above my head and I shook realizing that it was a ghostly woman staring down
at me. Something caught her eye, and she disappeared from view. Suddenly
her face filled the tv screen. She was looking into the camera. Her hair was
black and knarled, her face ashen, and her eyes, those eyes, looked like silver
ballbearings, totally reflective. She gave a sinister look, then smiled. I felt like
she was staring at me. I couldn't believe I spent the night in a house with a ghost.
Her raggy dress looked like it was full of soot and I surmised she must have died
in a fire of some sort. She stared at the screen for several minutes, the orbs floating
around in the background. As the night drained away(i used a 8 hour tape) And
daylight began to bleed through the windows, the spirits faded away. The last one
vanished as I was waking up. Way too close for my blood.
I gave up ghost chasing. Now I spend my evenings alone in my apartment, and wonder
who's watching me.
TGREAPER2004
Let me tell you right now that I have never believed in spooks, specters, or anything else that
Goes bump in the night. But after one night in those cursed mountains, fear drips from
Every pore in my body. The taste of blood and iron are in every drop of spring water
From Ironton Ohio.
I was asked to go to the foothills to do what I do best, show a haunting for the hoax
it really is. When I first saw the house, I was sorely dissapointed. For as old as it
was, it looked as if a fresh coat of paint was on the walls, unlike the other houses
that were in total decomposition. There was a huge wagon alongside the house,
the type that needed large horses to pull it, it too seemed almost brand new.
The inside was just as nice. It was as if time had somehow passed by on the
outside of the window, leaving everything inside as it was years ago. I unloaded
my gear and settled in.
The night was totally uneventful. I was at least hoping for a guy in a sheet, or
some sound effects, or something. I watched the minutes tick away on my
timex, untill about half past ten. Somewhere in the woods a wolf howled.
Too easy, I thought to myself. I set the cam corder, checked the batteries
on both that and the tape recorder, rolled out my sleeping bag and was
soon asleep.
I had my gear packed up and was back in jackson by two pm. I was already
making plans on taping over the tapes with the ball game coming on that night.
I popped the audio tape into my stereo and turned the volume up full. I realized
for the first time that i was a loud snorer. Then I realized something else.
I wasn't alone in that house.
It started like a whisper, someone calling out, calling for help. Then a symphony
of moans and cries. Finally, in a loud clear female voice, "Who the hell is he?"
My blood went cold. I dug like an animal through my back pack searching for the
video tape. I fumbled it in shaky fingers as I put it in the vcr on the third try.
The dark room seemed quiet enough, I was laying in the center of the room,
snoring peacfully away. Suddenly a blue glowing light, like an orb, appeared
in the corner, followed by a couple of red ones. A transparent shape appeared
above my head and I shook realizing that it was a ghostly woman staring down
at me. Something caught her eye, and she disappeared from view. Suddenly
her face filled the tv screen. She was looking into the camera. Her hair was
black and knarled, her face ashen, and her eyes, those eyes, looked like silver
ballbearings, totally reflective. She gave a sinister look, then smiled. I felt like
she was staring at me. I couldn't believe I spent the night in a house with a ghost.
Her raggy dress looked like it was full of soot and I surmised she must have died
in a fire of some sort. She stared at the screen for several minutes, the orbs floating
around in the background. As the night drained away(i used a 8 hour tape) And
daylight began to bleed through the windows, the spirits faded away. The last one
vanished as I was waking up. Way too close for my blood.
I gave up ghost chasing. Now I spend my evenings alone in my apartment, and wonder
who's watching me.
Rainy ressurection
Rainy ResurrectionTGREAPER2006
Rain was pelting me as I found my way inside The Robert Guhl Sanitarium. I felt lucky that I found a light on inside the abandoned building. I stood in the doorway and watched as the rain pounded on the concrete outside. I didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind me untill it was too late. Something struck me from behind and everything went black.
I woke up in an examining room. Bodies and body parts were lying everywhere. The smell of rotting flesh was heavy in the air. I remembered the story of Robert Guhl, how he was arrested for secret experiments. He even tried to raise the dead. Now he was in the prison graveyard, executed for his crimes.
The sound of a creaking cart brought me back to the present. A stocky woman wearing a bloodied nurses's cap and gown came into view from my right. She was pushing a examining table that had something on it covered in a bloody sheet. It looked like something from a horror movie, only this was real.
She stopped a few feet away from me in my direct line of sight. The sheet was carefully pulled away, revealing a man. He was strapped to the table, his body cut open from his shoulders to his waistline. His skin was pulled back and pinned to his sides. His body cavity resembled an open book. I started telling myself that I stumbled onto a sick coroner, when I saw something that turned my stomach. The man moved. He was alive!
The demented nurse totally ignored me as she studied the man, poking and prodding inside his cavity and taking notes on a clipboard. "Time for the final test," she said sweetly, smiling down at her victim. She put down the clipboard and picked up a large clear plastic bag. She shoved it over his head and tied it around his neck with rubber tubing. Her eyes watched his cavity intently as he fought for each breath. When he finally died, she smiled, draped the bloody sheet over him and wrote something else on the clipboard.
Her eyes turned to me and I felt my heart freeze. Her lips turned up at the corners as she walked over to me."You're awake, how painful for you. Still, it might change some variables." She picked up her clipboard and wrote something down. I noticed her blood smeared name tag had the Name GUHL in dark letters stamped on it."You're related to that freak who tried to raise the dead?"She smiled as she took a scalpel and ripped my shirt down the middle, being careful not to cut me. "Not exactly," she replied, her voice changing. "I am that freak, and my experiment was a success." Now the voice was that of a man. The body parts and bodies started twitching. He really was raising the dead! "Now, it's your turn." He pressed the scalpel to my chest untill it bit it's way inside. My screams fell upon dead ears. I felt the blade slowly creep down my chest and watched as my blood sprayed his already dirty uniform. The pain was incredible. I finally gave up and closed my eyes as the doctor opened my window to everlasting life.
Rain was pelting me as I found my way inside The Robert Guhl Sanitarium. I felt lucky that I found a light on inside the abandoned building. I stood in the doorway and watched as the rain pounded on the concrete outside. I didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind me untill it was too late. Something struck me from behind and everything went black.
I woke up in an examining room. Bodies and body parts were lying everywhere. The smell of rotting flesh was heavy in the air. I remembered the story of Robert Guhl, how he was arrested for secret experiments. He even tried to raise the dead. Now he was in the prison graveyard, executed for his crimes.
The sound of a creaking cart brought me back to the present. A stocky woman wearing a bloodied nurses's cap and gown came into view from my right. She was pushing a examining table that had something on it covered in a bloody sheet. It looked like something from a horror movie, only this was real.
She stopped a few feet away from me in my direct line of sight. The sheet was carefully pulled away, revealing a man. He was strapped to the table, his body cut open from his shoulders to his waistline. His skin was pulled back and pinned to his sides. His body cavity resembled an open book. I started telling myself that I stumbled onto a sick coroner, when I saw something that turned my stomach. The man moved. He was alive!
The demented nurse totally ignored me as she studied the man, poking and prodding inside his cavity and taking notes on a clipboard. "Time for the final test," she said sweetly, smiling down at her victim. She put down the clipboard and picked up a large clear plastic bag. She shoved it over his head and tied it around his neck with rubber tubing. Her eyes watched his cavity intently as he fought for each breath. When he finally died, she smiled, draped the bloody sheet over him and wrote something else on the clipboard.
Her eyes turned to me and I felt my heart freeze. Her lips turned up at the corners as she walked over to me."You're awake, how painful for you. Still, it might change some variables." She picked up her clipboard and wrote something down. I noticed her blood smeared name tag had the Name GUHL in dark letters stamped on it."You're related to that freak who tried to raise the dead?"She smiled as she took a scalpel and ripped my shirt down the middle, being careful not to cut me. "Not exactly," she replied, her voice changing. "I am that freak, and my experiment was a success." Now the voice was that of a man. The body parts and bodies started twitching. He really was raising the dead! "Now, it's your turn." He pressed the scalpel to my chest untill it bit it's way inside. My screams fell upon dead ears. I felt the blade slowly creep down my chest and watched as my blood sprayed his already dirty uniform. The pain was incredible. I finally gave up and closed my eyes as the doctor opened my window to everlasting life.
Been a While
Wow, I haven't posted here in quite a while. Time flies I guess. Just wanted to update anyone who might actually read this thing. I have two books in the stores, with two more on the way. I think I'm going to use this blog to rant, or review, or a little of both. Till next time my children of shadows
Sweet nightmares
Sweet nightmares
Thursday, November 30, 2006
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