INTO THE FIRE

How long can a living dead entity go on exiting in a world that wants it dead?

Thibaud Meier Buhr has asked himself that question for centuries.

All the killing and the blood-letting and midnight horror...

All the running and the hiding and the paranoia and the angst!

He has decided that he must overcome his fear of dying again!

He must overcome the fear of an imminently painful death!

He has decided that it is time to walk into the sunshine to enter...

Into The Fire!

 TMC

INTO THE FIRE

(Miami, Florida)

Dear God, if you exist, I beg of you to call me back to the place where I belong. 

I implore you to bring me in from this cold cruel state of pain. 

Will you embrace me again, to take me in the arms of your nebulous sincerity. 

Pull me back, oh exalted one, from the distance too far I've gone away from you?

Right now I look around me,

To see the fires of fear…

Burning the flesh of all around…

Charring the front, melting the rear!

Take me back to the origin of this experience. 

Take me there, where the cold is always warm. 

Encircle my body with the protective aura of faith. 

Draw me in, as I have strayed beyond the corona of your light.

Right now I look around me,

To see the fires of fear…

Burning the flesh of all around…

Charring the front, melting the rear!

Please lift me up from the murky depths of the fallen here on earth. 

Reel me in, please, like the fish you want so bad you can taste it. 

Wrench me, if you must, from the grasp of this soul draining depravity. 

Jerk me up from the constricting coils of the python of this bitter un-life!

Right now I look around me,

To see the fires of fear…

Burning the flesh of all around…

Charring the front, melting the rear!

Take me back to the origin of my turned experience. 

Take me there where the cold is always warm. 

Encircle my body with the protective aura of faith. 

Draw me in as I have strayed beyond the corona of your aura.

Right now I look around me,

To see the fires of fear…

Burning the flesh of all around…

Charring the front, melting the rear!

Dear God, I have spent 200 long excruciating years walking among your idol worshipers.

I have spent 200 years preying upon the blood of your most self-destructive creations.

My days are nightmare hours spent hiding away from superstitious human horror… and the sun!

My nights are spent roaming the darkness like a frightened rat afraid of its own shadow.

Right now I look around me,

To see the fires of fear…

Burning the flesh of all around…

Charring the front, melting the rear!

As you can see, dear God, my clothing is now aflame but my flesh does not burn.

As you already know, it is the sun’s burning light that will painfully reduce me to ash.

I am a coward, my God , I cannot bring myself to face the horror of solar incineration.

I have seen it too many times… and I am horrified by what I have observed.

Right now I look around me,

To see the fires of fear…

Burning the flesh of all around…

Charring the front, melting the rear!

And so, I close my eyes as I stand inside this fire hoping you will allow me to die.

I am naked now… and this is the way I should be presented to you.

I admit to you that I am an evil beast transformed by forces you despise.

And so, I now offer my tarnished soul to you to do with it as you will!

Right now I look around me,

To see the fires of fear…

Burning MY flesh of all around…

Charring My front, melting MY rear!

TMC

HELP ME, PLEASE

A desperate cry for help,

From a prisoner of love and blood.

A little note left here...

Another clue to his plight left there...

A man is crying out for relief from hellish supernatural pain.

He is crying out... Help Me, Please!

RLJ 

HELP ME, PLEASE  (1)

(Billings, Montana)

Mariana cuts me right here... with talon-like fingernails more talon than finger.

She cuts me right there... to watch my blood flow from my neck, not to linger.

She is my worst nightmare succubus come to horrible life!

She is a beautiful vision from hell who made herself my wife!

And now she legally cuts me nightly... to bleed me out for her pleasure and her dinner!

REB

PREY

Even an evil creature like me develops a conscience over the centuries.

By now, I am aware of the grotesqueness of my feeding needs.

This entry into my diary is meant for my catharsis.

When it is all said and done,

You are still my... PREY!

MAJ

  

PREY
(Baytown, Texas)

Look at you…

Drenched in the sweat of your fear!

You disgust me…

Afraid to die by the letting of your blood!

I loathe you…

Your weakness and frailty, your bane!

I hate you…

For I was once a weak mortal like you!

I remember my own fear…

Of that night two centuries ago -- at the midnight hour!

I suffered greatly…

Shivering in the dark like a cast out child!

I feared unknown hidden evil…

Fear mongering lore shoved down my throat by demented clergy.

I finally saw the truth…

It transformed into this present undead giver of death before undead life.

God damned me to this hell…

This fate worse than being buried alive six feet underground!

A human can only absorb so much evil…

Before the evil transforms him into an abomination!

What human first consumed human blood…

In the name of evoking God to grant him power to “smite thee?”

It was my blood drained for dark religious ego…

It will be all of you who suffers the anger of this vengeful monster!

I stalk the night to take away from you what the day gives you... your life!

When the sun falls down and the moon takes its place, I arise to stalk my prey.

The moon above would be ashamed to provide the light I need to feed on you.

The animals of the night give me wide berth when I stalk the night.

The bats stop flying, the cats hide in the grass, the critters scurry into their holes...

They know by instinct that I could turn on them and drain them dry in a second.

But the dogs... ah, the dogs... they have no fear of me as I blend into the night mist.

Dogs want to kill me... and they will attack me at will if they sense my presence!


I have learned to avoid those creatures that do not fear me.
It is too bad for me that I remember my love of the animals that would kill me.
Sometimes, I am more feral than a dog, head held low, eyes looking up at me, teeth bared.
I have spend many decades in the darkness of the night trying to find my day.
But, I am groomed by ancient evil beyond the purview of science and modern reasoning.
I am enveloped in metaphysical evil that exists on the same side of saintly religion.
Religion, easily turned to evil, was pure horror exploited by evil men in centuries past.
I was created in the church's boiling soup of ignorance, arrogance, religion and evil.

And now we have today…

When I prey upon you and make you pay for human sin from my dark past!

Your blood will carry me forward to another night…

To attack your kind under another high moon to make you pay!

I am a petty monster driven by ancient evil from hell…

I have been chasing revenge for three hundred years!

That is why you are PREY…

And I am forced to enjoy drinking your blood like the finest Chianti.

MAJ

OUT THERE IN THE DARK

Here is a little horror missive of a poem from the Horrorwalker World.

This little tale is to remind you that The Countdown To Horror Zero returns Monday.

And, that horror in the Horrorwalker World strikes from everywhere.

It is even... Out There In The Dark!

RLJ

OUT THERE IN THE DARK

(Olney, Maryland)

The night-time darkness was cold and inky black...

I was taking my nightly jog around the park track.

I was on my seventh lap around the well used asphalt quarter mile...

When I was tackled by what I thought was a young child.

I was hit from the right side by a small bundle of clothing and a hand.

The snarling sounds caught me off guard as we both rolled to the sand.

The darkness was too tinted for me to see my attacker's face.

I sure wished I had a large can of the strongest mace.

The little fucker bit deeply into my goddamn neck.

I felt like I had just been smashed by a boulder.

How in the hell could this darkness shrouded attacker do that?

It literally bit through the jacket collar, and sweat suit, like a crazy bat.

We fought like a cat and a dog as we rolled around on the ground.
I ended the melee with a large rock upside my attacker's head, so round.
My attacker screamed like a girl as it ran off into the darkness.
I turned to get home to take care of my blood... flowing in all its starkness.

My warm blood flows from my wound, down my arm, like clotting thick honey.

This "honey" is not the sweet and inviting and amber colored elixir slurry.

My life ebbs away from my broken body with each perverse arterial squirt.

I can't wash my own blood off my hands fast enough to remove the hurt.

There are two fan-like marks on my neck that are deep and nasty crap.
The wounds are ugly as they now are oozing vile brown bile-like sap.
It is obvious to me that I have been attacked by something profane on this dark night!
And I know the result to occur when I am eventually overcome by this blight.

I need silver and garlic and a large cross to hit my mark!
The only chance I have to save my soul from damnation is out there in the dark.
I will not become a causality of this crazy Horrorwalker World of madness!
I will destroy myself before I allow my body to be taken by a demon's crassness!

My countdown to the end of my live life has begun!
Usually, one has three days before these transformations cannot be undone.
I do not know what in the hell bit me... so I better get to hunting real fast.
If the profane cravings begin to manifest, my hand will take my life... at last.

So, here I go out into the night.
My world was just changed with the bite of evil blight.
My attacker's life, or mine... one of us is going to die very soon.
Oh, I can see it now... just over there in the woods... hiding under the shadow of the moon.

I am already affected.
Our bond has already been effected.
It sees me, too.
And now, to the death, let the two of us be true!

RLJ