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

THE AUTOTROPH

My name is Martin Youngblood and it is happening again...

The iron rich red blood freely flows from my body. 

Today is going to be a very long day...

It flows like a river from my nose and my mouth.

As her hunger increases, 

My body chemistry begins to scream out anew... 

For her desire to sink her canines deep into my artery in my neck is strong tonight. 

My blood begins to thin in anticipation of her feeding upon my life lubricant.

The original bite site on the right side of my neck begins to pulse, and burn, 

As the supernatural forces infused into my very soul anticipates her voraciousness. 

I become so sick with the night madness that I almost run to her... to beg,

Upon my hands and knees, for the true death she will surely not oblige me with.

The debilitating start and stop hallucinations are the worst... 

More horrible than the unstoppable torrents of blood leaking from my nose and eyes and mouth.

My brain embraces a bit of madness as it controls the craziness inside my body!

I could easily vomit right now because I can taste her hungry essence tainting the iron in my blood.

Oh, the horror laced hallucinations... 

Of yellow flowers covered in the blood of screaming victims.

Of beautiful things turned ugly and awful by blood thirsty feral monsters.

Of day time turned into night time by a sun too ashamed to show its radiance. 

Of ancient trees in dark feral forests in foreign lands! 

Of cold and snow and volcanoes in the distance in other places. 

Hallucinations of wolves and deer and rabbits and bats of the night -- 

All covered in deliciously fresh sticky blood.

Hallucinations of men and women and children of the night stalked by... 

Black winged vampire creatures that rip them apart, 

While greedily drinking and sucking and lapping their blood from their bodies... 

Until they are desiccated lumps of dried human husks left for the ants to finish off.

I have seen her smile with full toothed glee as she watches me struggle!

She knows what I am seeing as I writhe on the ground while fighting my own mind.

The hallucinations always come hard right before she grabs me by my shoulders...

To lift me up to her lips like a feather-light rag doll before she begins to feed upon me!

In her thick homeland accent, she calls me her AUTOTROPH!

A full year passed in the throws of her perverse slavery before I grabbed the dictionary.

I then learned what it is about me that has allowed me continued life under her ownership.

My mutant body regenerates lost blood so fast that I am a perpetual food source for her!

It is obvious that she has what is unto a wild animal's ability in her senses.

It helps her to zero in on the extremely rare human AUTOTROPH.

She sniffed out the one in a billion human on the opposite side of the world,

He being me... possessing the blood curse I never knew I had inside my doomed body!

Oh, I remember that first night she approached me as if it were last night.

I stumbled out of the club with my new friend for the night.

Her name was Petra and she was one pretty bar hook-up.

We both thought we were going to create an excellent ending for this party Friday night.

As I placed my key in my car door lock,

Petra was suddenly ripped from my arms like a package snatched by a tornado.

I turned to gasp in horror as I watched Petra flying through the air...

Tossed away like trash that was now gone like she was never there.

And standing in her place was now a creature that defied description at the moment!

And suddenly, it was upon me... grabbing me in a steel vice grip by my shoulders.

A mouth full of huge teeth clamped down on the right side of my neck!

And as this creature began to feed on my blood... a perverse supernatural bond manifested!

And oh, that bond is chemical, too.

And when this creature had gorged itself with my blood,

It expanded its huge bat-like wings and flew us off to the place we now reside.

And I slowly received an old school education of old world vampirism and horror!

That night was three years ago, yesterday!

I do not know what happened to my car or Petra.

I do not know what happened to my apartment and my job.

And I do not know what has happened to my family and my life.

Well, my life is now in the hands of a vampire creature from Romania of 150 years ago.

I still do not know a word of the Romanian language.

This is a relationship of the prey feeding the hunter to keep the hunter at bay!

I do not desire to learn anything from this bizarre relationship.

It knows I want to escape these four wall of this room.

It knows the books and the television and the food is no proxy for my freedom.

It reads my mind when the hallucinations begin.

But, I am slowly learning to hide information in a deep chamber in my mind.

These mental journal words are stored there.

And I have devised a bold plan to escape my captor.

Her mistake was giving me a spiral bound copy of The Horrorwalker Travel Guide.

I now have the metal I need to pick this lock binding my ankle to the metal post.

She sleeps by the daylight hours!
Where she hides from the sunlight is a mystery to me.
But as soon as the sun sets, she is instantly on my blood...
Her presence forcing me to spiral into the unwanted state of mental degradation, again!


I have a good nine hours to break myself free.
And when I do free myself I will not be free from her advances.
It is obvious that she can track me down like a spirit wolf hunting a boar.
I will not be taken alive!

I do believe her kind probably lives forever!
I have concluded that she will feed upon my blood until I die.
She cannot turn me into what she is...
So, she can drain me every day... with impunity!

But I must have my freedom back because I am human!
I must return to what is left of my real world life, out there beyond these walls.
This old dilapidated paint factory will not be my final burial tome.
No, I need to get away from this ungodly spectacle of profane horror.

Ah, I just opened this thick industrial lock attaching me to this heavy chain.
I am out of here right now, Goddamn it!
I will not not even look back as I climb out of the window to the ledge.
The other roof is just over there... and freedom is the forest only yards further.

Wolfsbane is in flower this time of the year... and I know where to get it.
I will crush its poisonous leaves and flowers and spread the pulp on my neck.
Garlic is available all times of the year...
Even though I hate the taste I must eat a few cloves to put it in my system.


She is simply too powerful for me to physically best.
As pissed-off angry as she is going to be at me for escaping my chains,
I know she will not kill me... my blood is too delicious for her to risk my health.
But she will probably hurt me real bad... starting with biting my neck.

The Christian cross is completely ineffective against her.
Holy water might not affect her, too.
But silver affects her like acid melting a Styrofoam cup.
I watched her fingers burn when she touched the silver ring I used to wear.

So, three hours from now, is my final fate to be revealed?
When she attacks my neck and drinks a massive dose of the Wolfsbane,
Will she become sickened enough that I can kill her where she is writhing in pain?
Or, will I anger her enough that she might do something drastic to me.

If I survive this night intact and free I will put this long incident to paper.
My story is a warning to disbelievers of the horror inside this Horrorwalker World.
There ARE monsters living among, and feeding upon, hapless humans.
They are powerful, mean, hungry, thirsty and smart enough to enslave us, if they want!

I have a few hours to gather my weapons.
I am going to have to approach people I haven not seen in years for some help.
A whole lot of shock and craziness is about to go down in about twenty minutes.
I hope my brother, Jeff, is prepared to accept my sudden reappearance!

I will have to go far away from people for this final showdown.
God help the stray human who might happen to interfere with her anger.
This story is just beginning, and I have said this before and I will say it again...
This is going to be a long night!

MSY

ANGEL MADISON'S HORRORWALKER INTRODUCTION TO: 98.6 DEGREES

(Prologue)

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!

RLJ

ANGEL MADISON'S HORRORWALKER 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?

WOW!

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?

APM

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!

PAF 

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...

LOOKING FOR THE DIRT IN THE SAND

RLJ



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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!

PLG

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.

PLG

Turning The Tide

You,

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?

Or,

 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...

 

CDV 

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!

RLJ

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!

Evermore!

SJH

My Busy Night

Offered again --
A little horror poem stanza blast from the past,
Of one of the many things this particular vampire does on...
My Busy Night!

RLJ

MY BUSY NIGHT

Clemson, South Carolina

It is now the most important time for me -- night time.

I have only a few short hours in which to commit my few arcane crimes.

I must hunt blood filled prey without me, them seeing,

And then suck the life from him, into my own being.

And then, again... bury another body deep in the dirt with a large bag of lime.

RLJ

CAN THE LIVING BE FRIENDS WITH THE UNDEAD?

The living dead walk among the living;

Their eyes are light sensitive,

Their mouths are ready to open,

Their minds are surprising sharp,

Their limbs are quite fluid!

 

They talk as though they once lived productive lives;

Their thoughts sometimes trail off uncompleted,

Their memories are faded wispy dreams,

Their voices mimic distance caws,

Their tongues are dry as toast crust!

 

They feast upon knowledge obscure;

Their study halls resemble dank morgues,

The books they read embrace dark religion,

They are dead words talking,

They recite languages not known by common man.

 

They are actually a pitiful sight;

With withdrawn personalities,

With icy cold staring eyes,

With unclean skin and hair,

They are walking undead and do not care!

The man of life and zeal is repulsed;

By the sight of the pail skin,

By the absence of the light of life,

By the deadness inside black hole eyes,

By the putrid smell of the absence of a soul.

And finally, in the end,

Before they all actually fade into the metaphysical…

The undead may try to take many of the living with them.

The method often involves violent blood letting.

What do they do with all that blood spilled from human bodies?

 

Mortals -- young and old, men and women --

Just like the sulking, hidden, stalking undead

Are all doomed to be eventually consumed by the sun!

But in the main time, they all exist on the same reality plane…

Begging the question: Can the living be friends with the undead?

 

(MSM)

THE FIRST TIME

 The moment of rebirth,
As a member of the evil undead,
Is a rush of feral,
Primal,
Bloodthirsty savagery!
And, may the god you serve,
Human,
Have mercy upon your soon to be damned soul!

PMJ

THE FIRST TIME

(Richmond, Virginia)

A dark and evil vampire bit into its first pulsing artery!

It relished the ecstatic rush of blood into its mouth.

This is a new vampire -- freshly risen, feral and evil filled!

It mattered nil to her as she just killed her own mother!

PMJ