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Friday, December 20, 2013



What is this HORRORWALKER myth?
What is the story about this darkly frightening creature that looks like death?
Why does it appear before a person, force him or her to take that horror tomb into hands...
And then forces the victim to read a horror missive that has, or will, come true?
Only the people who have ever been approached by the HORRORWALKER have answers.
And mot of them are not talking about their actual encounter.
But... oh, about the missive they are given by the HORRORWALKER?
Victims are compelled to tell there HORRORWALKER TOME story!
Be it verbally, or by the written word... the horror is transferred to us, the common person.
Take, for example... Angel Madison's Vampire Introduction To:

98.6 Degrees!



(Fresno, California)

My name is Angel Pearl Madison. Right now, at this very moment, I'm sitting here in my recliner chair. I've got a hastily filled college rule note book resting on my lap, the lamp shining 75 watts over my right shoulder and my favorite writing pen resting in my right hand. And, I have just finished a 2 hour marathon writing session.

Three hours ago I was cooking stir-fry vegetables in my kitchen while listing to NPR through my speakers off my receiver. The rice had already cooked in the rice cooker and I was minutes away from eating my Thai spiced veggies. Actually, I was scraping the vegetables out of the wok onto my plate when I heard a strange rustling directly behind me on the other side of the counter-island separating my kitchen area and my dining room area.

I am a devoted fan of horror movies. And, I love science fiction, too. I am not frightened by my own shadow... and so, house sounds like creaks and ticks and moans never rattle me. Actually, stuff like that inspires me to mine my own mind for fantasy stories for my personal writing. But this sound... this movement of sound behind me... there was something about it that forced me to slowly place my plate on the side counter and the Wok back onto a cool eye on the stove. I took one deep breath before slowly turning around to face the something that I sensed was now standing behind me!

And I gasped in horror as it was standing there four feet away from me on the other side of the counter-island. I put my right hand up to my mouth to keep myself from screaming for mercy, even thought I did not sense any menace emanating from... The Horrorwalker!

Just like the many Horrorwalker Travel Guide stories I have read, and just like the hundreds of accounts of actual Horrorwalker encounters from people who are willing to talk about their Horrorwalker encounters, I was instantly overtaken by the want of The Horrorwalker. My will over my own body instantly left me and I was compelled to do the bidding of this huge humanoid creature of billowing darkness and frightfulness.

It forced me to walk around the right side of the counter-island so that I might stand before it in all its monstrous glory! 

I am only 5'4" tall standing in my stocking. I might weigh 100 pounds with my hair and body soaking wet. I'm all head and small body and overdeveloped  boobs. And I felt like the tiny helpless human that I am as I stood there looking up.

The Horrorwalker was so tall that its head appeared to touch the ceiling of my living-room. It was so much taller and larger than me that I literally almost fell backward as I looked up into what could have been a face... if I could have seen into the blackness where the cowl framed the area where its face should have been.

My out-of-my-own-control-hands slowly, gently, raised and extended toward The Horrorwalker. I knew what was about to happen to me and there was nothing I could do to prevent it... even if I had wanted to prevent it from happening.

I want to think I willingly took the Horrorwalker's book into my small hands. I want to believe that I willingly flipped through the pages, that actually turned on their own, to the story that I was wiling going to read. I want to believe the Horrorwalker liked me because I offered no resistance.

And then I was reading my Horrorwalker horror tale... my delicious Horrorwalker horror tale that made me more of a believer in the supernatural than I had ever been -- even standing in the face of this creature of that which man can only dream of... until it is standing right there in your apartment!

My Horrorwalker horror story is titled: 98.6 Degrees!

And I now know that the optimum pleasure point for a vampire, that metaphysical place where a vampire's pleasure is gained to optimum effect as it feeds from its next victim, is drinking its blood meal at the always desired temperature of... 98.6 Degrees.

When I was finished reading my 46 pages of beautiful vampire horror, I handed the book back to the Horrorwalker. I strained to look into the black void inside that cowl as it silently reached for the book. If I had had control over my own body, I would have reached up to touch it... but I was not in control of myself. And besides, lord knows what would have happened to me if... if... I could have touched the Horrorwalker.

It took a step back away from me. And like... that... it was gone. It was there and then it was not.

And suddenly, I had control of my facilities. I touched myself to make sure I was all there and then I walked straight to my writing desk, extracted a fresh college ruled notebook, grabbed my best writing pen and then settled into my recliner -- to put my Horrorwalker story on paper.

These tales come true. Yesterday, today, tomorrow and further into the future... Horrorwalker horror tales come true. And here I am, blessed -- or cursed -- with this information.

What will I do with this Horrorwalker horror knowledge? And can I prevent the death of those people in my tale from the near future? And what can little ol' me do to stop a hundred year old creature of the undead?


Well, let me finish writing my missive first. Then I'll decide on what I could possibly do about a vampire who likes its blood at: 98.6 DEGREES!

How warm is my blood?


Monday, June 3, 2013

Even The Undead Dream Nightmares Of The Dead

The Horrorwalker horror tale read by Philip Marlow during his Horrorwalker encounter of:
March 21, 2009!

(McDowell County, North Carolina)
This modern world forces me to store my coffin deep inside this cold dark cave.
Even the wilds of the mountains is no longer safe for an undead moonlight slave.
Mankind with his living and his breathing...
And his religion and his seething...
There are no more places for me to hide my unlife... to preserve and to save.
I yearn for those long ago wild times when I stalked and hunted my prey.
The human invaders were as wild and as feral as the natives they hunted by day.
The moon shown bright upon my shadowless silhouette...
I relentlessly hunted these white men for their blood, without regret...
Fore, I was always ready to send wayward souls to their final hell to stay!
I close my eyes and remember the beautiful times of the my Catawba people.
Our relationship was beautiful respect as they shared blood to sate my cycle.
I never lived among them... to preserve the religious respect,
But I lived beside them as a protector without suspect.
And it was the introduction of rat-like white men that changed our consul.

They used words like Scottish and Irish and Immigrants as they moved in!
They built their "Gateway To The Mountains" forts to protect their sin!
They tolerated only the skin of the white man...
They killed and they raped as they took the land!
They killed my source of sustenance, those evil heartless soulless men!
White men introduced diseases and pestilence that killed my soul-mates!
The stinking breath which left their bodies was filled with monstrous death rates.
I alone was immune to their dangerous blood pathogens...
Nearly all my Catawba family slowly died from white man's poisons...
And I have never recovered from those nightmare remembered dates.

I have cared for the few remaining remnants of my family for many moons.
We are now feral mountain peoples living in the land hidden by noon and moon.
We decided those many moons past to preserve our lineage...
By me turning them into what I have always been on this ancient ridge.
We live on Animal Blood to stay away from the the human Typhoon!
But now... white men have, still again, encroached upon our resting place.
Oh, I will find another hidden place of darkness to hide from the human race.
And when I settle us into my new spot, at last...
And when I shake the dreams of the dead past...
It will then be another time to hunt feral humans like dogs, posthaste!


Friday, March 15, 2013

Looking For The Dirt In The Sand

Hello, dear readers...
In my Fourth Line Of Horror blog,
As in yesterday's example,
I often provide a little 'excerpt' story for your perusal.
These four line 'excerpts' actually come from the text of longer short stories I have already written.
Here is one prime example of what I am talking about.

Presented again,
For the one or two of you I missed when I first published this little fright tale,
Is the original short story horror poem from which yesterday's four lines of horror derived.
Check it out, if you will...
And fall right into line with what appears to be my favorite subject to write about these days.
You will find the answer inside the text of...




The most beautiful place on the east coast of America is right here,
On this particular white sand beach,
In this state called North Carolina.
What could go wrong with life in this ideal paradise?
One only has to look just below the beautiful surface of the beach while...
Looking For The Dirt In The Sand!


Looking For The Dirt In The Sand
(Holden Beach, North Carolina)

Out by the Carolina seashore,
Strolling along the length of this beach.
The ocean breeze, it cleanses me...
It blows my worries through my skin.

The sparkling sand mashes between my toes.
The purity of the white sand particles looks like sugar.
The ocean is ten feet away from my steps...
How is this sand so hot and so dry where I stand?

I don't remember where I buried Richard’s body last Summer.
I thought I dug his sandy beach grave right here!
That Sunday midday was bright and full sun lit…
The brightness must have thrown my senses off by many yards.

This strange guilt has eaten away at my soul for almost a year.
I should have paid a visit to the local police by now.
But how do I convince human policemen that the man I murdered was…
In fact, a two hundred year old vampire serial killer.

Oh, I played a big part in aiding and abetting the blood feeding monster!
I covered for him as the State Police searched for the serial killer.
He threaded to eat my wife, and my mother, if I did not comply.
I hid his coffin in my basement for eleven months… before the incident!

I had quickly returned home from the mandatory business convention in Raleigh!
He told me he would never attack my family as long as I complied!
I made a midday return to a dead quiet home -- and I knew horror had struck!
Bursting into my bedroom, there was Angelica -- throat ripped out, drained of blood!

The evil was now transferred into my soul!
Murder was now the only ambition in my heart!
I went out back, found my hatchet, hacked off two oak branches and made my stakes!
My first task was to go back into my bedroom to say goodbye to my love.

I cried like a baby as I drove the fresh stake deep through her heart!
I was appalled as the bloodless tip of the oak wood pierced through her back.
I gently rolled her up in the floor rug…
Before carrying her to the trunk of my automobile.

The door of the basement was unlocked from the inside.
I walked down the twenty steps with purpose of mind and hatred of heart.
And there in the corner, in full arrogant display, was the closed coffin!
I truly expected the monster to have moved the coffin to another site!

There was no hesitation in my purpose of what needed to be done!
I pulled the shades off all the windows to let the bright sunlight inside the room.
I walked over to the coffin to snatch the lid open to reveal the monster inside.
He immediately began to burn as the solar rays began to cleanse the evil!

Ah, the pain awoke him from his undead horror slumber!
And I placed the stake over his heart, as he weakly grabbed my left arm!
“You are going to die right now!” I screamed as I brought the hatchet butt down!
And I struck the stake twenty times before I was finished exorcising my demon!

The body continued to burn and crumble until there was only dust left in the coffin.
I scooped the contents into a Mason Jar and tightened the lid with a pipe wrench.
I ripped the bedding away from the coffin wood and stuffed that into a plastic bag.
And minutes later I was driving down to this remote stretch of Holden Beach!

And now, I am walking along the beautiful sand.
The monstrous Atlantic Ocean is roaring off to my left.
The beautiful coastal Carolina shore is on my right.
And somewhere below my feet is the buried contents of my wife and her murderer!

When I drive the six miles back home… I will be vexed even more.
The coffin of the monster I murdered is still in my basement.
The undead ones who he allowed to survive the turning…
They are homing in to the evil in the wood of the coffin!

I have killed six more vampire monsters.
They approach me unknown of my knowledge and my deeds.
The call of their master is an attraction they apparently cannot resist!
And when they find their way all the way down here to me -- they will die!

I am complicit in all this horror!
I should have been a man from the first time I met Richard.
I was weak to allow his threats to frighten me into compliance…
It now behooves me to be the serial killer -- of the vampire undead legacy!

I am Perry Leroy Gore!
I harbor dark secrets that should drive me insane!
I really only have one purpose left in this crazy life…
Bury Mason Jars of the dust of the vampire undead under the white beach sand.


Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Turning The Tide

Lester Park,
Have been trailing me for one decade!
I can now imagine the shocked look on your face,
Now that you know that I know who you are.
I can imagine the fear,
And the apprehension,
In your heart right now,
As you realize that Count Vladamir is now...
Your stalker!
You are probably thinking,
"Pick up more garlic...
Another vial of holy water...
A couple more blessed crosses...
And more wood posts for stakes!"
You know that church you attend every Sunday?
That's the only safe place for you in America.
And even that sanctuary might not protect you.
I know everything about you...
And I am coming for your blood,
And your soul!
I could have eaten your wife years ago.
I could have drained your daughter at any time.
I could have sucked the life from your living lineage...
 Committing that act anytime I chose!
But I did not.
For, I am coming after you.
Have you made peace with your God?
Have you said you final goodbyes to your loved ones?
Will you involve your family in this dispute?
 Will you accept this inevitable conclusion like a man?
I give you one fortnight to settle your affairs.
Time is meaningless to one who has seen...
3911 fortnights along a timeline far to long.
Another short span of time passes like another...
The countdown begins midnight 2-12-13!
Do not look for me,
I will already know where you are!
Until then...

Monday, February 11, 2013

Vampire Advice

Jeanette has existed on the mortal plane of reality for a long time.
Her existence has been fraught with harsh moments of learning the hard way.
She has existed long enough to have finally decided to give out a little....
Vampire Advice!



(Raleigh, North Carolina)

Let me impart upon you a bit of the ol' reality check. I, Sabot Holt, will now give to you a present bought, wrapped and delivered from a place called... Vampire Logic!

To start this missive, I must confess to you that not all of the undead blood plasma seeking creatures of the night are purely evil monsters bent on the homicidal genocide of the regular humans. Many of us are just misunderstood, frightened freaks.

If you know what you are confronting, when you are approached by a vampire -- meaning you actually know what you must carry on your person to protect yourself... and you know when vampires are active -- you just might be amazed at the final outcome of your meeting. Hunger, and loneliness, forces all creatures to commit acts counter to logic.

Unfortunately, for all parties concerned, most humans tend to panic when they are confronted with the unholy unknown! Under circumstances like that, the result is often not the best outcome for a meeting between human and vampire.

I, a two hundred year old creature of the night -- an old school vampire turned in Great Britain in 1808, am not the enemy of warm blooded mortals. Werewolves... now they are what you should fear. They live among you like normal humans, interacting and relating with you... all the while harboring an evil, feral, homicidal beast drawn to murder by the glow of the full moon! Ah, but that is a subject for another night, another place, another time!

There are a number of vampire sightings from around the country of The United States of America that are mired in confusion and hyperbole. There are vampires who supposedly sparkle in the glow of the sun. There are vampires who supposedly have discovered artifacts that prevent them from being burnt to dust in the slightest light of the sun. There are supposedly vampires who have formed alliances, and friendships, with werewolves. And I cry... blasphemy to the soul and the spirit and the reality of what my kind is.

Be careful, humans in this Horrorwalker horror world. Do not be lulled by those humans among you who choose to romanticize the feral supernatural beasts who want to eat you!

These are my words of wisdom for you for today. I advise you to take them seriously. Believe me, even though I have control of myself when I am in the presence of a human... I still consider you to be my food!