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My World is changing,

rearranging,

as everything is fading,

no more values, just hating.

no more talking, just complaining

Hard work is cheap, no more straining

History likes to repeat,

and we don’t even see

we wont get to our feet

to busy trying to retweet

We could shatter like glass,

just like the past.

watch our lives pass,

wait for the crash.

if these days are the last,

then let’s have a blast!

Let our world be destroyed,

who gives a crap.

 

My Inner Thoughts

I feel so much hate, I’m forever enraged. In a fight for my fate that I have to engage in day after day. Until I can’t sustain, keeping score on the slate. Losing mate after mate, my minds in a haze and my life is a maze. Nothing pertains but everything is the same and I can’t keep myself sane, I want to break the chains, but I cant, to weak I have no strength. No energy my mind is in a glaze. I want it but I can’t chase. I’m infinitely unsure of every damn thing. Maybe it’s in my DNA and when you unravel the strain you can physically see the pain. It’s become engrained and it’s deep in my veins, and it’s infected my brain. My thoughts contain things I’ve pushed away, troubles and struggles that would amaze. I struggle to feign the fact that I strain and I pretend that in my own mind I reign. I should hold all the blame for the things that pertain to my name. I take aim at a claim that is fake and should be reclaimed. So tie me up and light the flame, so I can be rid of this shame, and be done with this game.

Smoke

The smoke lingers.

The smell between my fingers.

The taste on my mouth,

The room spins around.

I want that first high,

a feeling I will never get right.

I chase and I chase,

something I can never replace.

The time I waste trying to replicate.

I feel like I’m running through a maze

I’m outta place, I’m in a haze.

Drag after drag,

ash after ash.

I move to the next thing,

Something with more strength

Something crazy and insane.

So I take a shot than a hit.

from a vice that doesn’t mean shit.

I’m numb, my throat’s dry, I cant spit.

I’m gone, barely alive, I can’t quit.

I try and I try from the floor where I lie

trying to detoxify while I’m mystified.

How much did I buy?

I break down and cry!

I must stop to survive.

A habit, like another gateway

A demon that I can’t slay

No more good days

my demons want to surface

I feel less than perfect

Like maybe I’m just a burden

My failures are like a circuit

I promise it’s not on purpose

My demons make me nervous

The first time was the best

but it will never compare to the rest.

I will soon be six feet deep in the grave.

Dealing with craziness as my world goes insane.

Time goes by that i can never save.

All for a sensation something stupid I crave.

For a feeling that will never be the same.

A crutch like an animal that i can never tamed.

Point Pleasant: Enumeration

Part One

This is an excerpt from the diary of Lars Holden, a resident of the town of Point Pleasant. I found this diary along with a set of books cataloging all the strange and occult events that have happened in this town. Lars also managed to catalog a number of strange entities that are found in Point Pleasant.

I must admit upon finding all this info, I thought it to be some kind of silly idea for a book. I’ve come across a few of these abominations, a few of which I would not have escaped had it not been for Lars.

-T. Reynolds

 

Aug. 23, 2010. A conversation between Lars and a friend would be a defining moment for the two friends.

“When did it all go wrong?” Lars asked looking at Phil.

“What do you mean?” Phil questioned as he passed his bottle of water to Lars.

“This town hasn’t been the same since that pit opened up and swallowed Rabbit Thompson’s house.” Lars said taking a sip from the water that was just handed to him.

“I guess it’s because we understand.” Phil replied.

“Understand?” Lars asked.

“Well yeah, we realized that bad things could happen and we had no one to shield us from it any more. When we were younger we didn’t exactly sit and watch the news. So now that we are older we understand.” Lars nodded his head, Phil could tell Lars understood. “Now every time something bad happens we are aware. We don’t have a cull over our eyes anymore.”

“Huh, I never thought of it like that before.” Lars said with new understanding.

“Still you are right, this town is not normal.” Phil agreed. “I mean why do we have curfews based on the cycles of the moon?”

“More importantly, why doesn’t anyone question it! We live in a town full of mysterious events and questionable leaders and no one is the least bit concerned!” Lars said.

“We are told stories of urban legends, things like little trolls roaming the forest, rolling heads that love eating human flesh, and an entity that is only referred to as Him, who according to legend, keeps the peace between all the other monsters.” Phil added.

“I say we go!” Lars said.

“That’s all anyone can hope for is to leave this town, I’m with you.” Phil responded.

“No! I say we go to the woods, next time there is a full moon. We go out and see what all these legends are about.” Lars declared.

“I don’t know, if we get caught, we will be in a lot of trouble.” Phil said, he sounded scared.

“I want to know why we are not allowed out there! Maybe it’s time things changed in this town and we are the ones to do it!” Lars said.

“Alright, you know what I’m with your crazy ass!” Phil replied.

The events that followed after that night were the reason that I started these catalogs. People need to know what is happening in the town of Point Pleasant. The citizens of Point Pleasant have been in the dark for too long, I plan to change that.

If you are reading this, Than I am truly sorry. Now that you’ve started reading the Order will not longer consider you a Know-nothing. You are stuck in this town just like everyone else who knows.

The Order runs everything in Point Pleasant. If you are a resident than chances are you took the test, and you were not considered a Scholar, the Order has considered you one of the Black Balled.

When you are raised in this town you are required to take a test in the 8th grade. The test is to see if you are qualified to join the ranks of the Order and become a member known as a Scholar. If you failed the test than the Order does not see you as a threat and feel that you will not interfere in there work.

The thing is now that you are reading these text you know too much and the Order is going to be looking for you. The only hope you have to stop, reading and find a man named Wyatt, he works at the mechanic shop on the outskirt of town. When you find him he will ask you question.

“Are you in need of assistance?” Your reply to this question has to be as follows. “I have ascended.” He will walk away from you without saying a word. Follow him and he will lead to a safe house located [REDACTED]. Wyatt will be your only hope at this time.

If, for what ever reason you receive a purple envelope what ever you do, DO NOT OPEN IT. If your curiosity gets the best of you and you open it, it will direct you to the Masonic Lodge for a meeting, IGNORE IT.

Find Kyle at all costs!

Best of luck,

Lars

The Artifact

This was an early attempt for me to write a horror story from a phrase I heard people use a lot. I even used it with my girlfriends too. The structure is bad and it needs work but I am publishing it as a way to show how far I’ve come. I hope you enjoy.

The damp smell of dirt filled Jen’s nostrils. It was a smell that Jen enjoyed while standing on the porch with her dad before a storm. A smell that Jen knew would no longer have a pleasant memory, but would come with a sharp sting. That is if Jen ever made it out alive.
   The tape around Jen’s wrist was no longer gripping to her skin but it’s hold on itself was well cemented. Jen spun the tape around her wrists trying to feel for the edge but with no luck.
   She swore at times she could hear breathing but Jen had been unable to calm herself enough to be sure. The small strips of light under her blindfold didn’t help Jen with that, nor did it help her know where she was.
   She had tried her hardest not to fight the restraints around her ankles. Jen figured if she got out an injured ankle wouldn’t be helpful. So Jen just kept trying the tape around her wrists.
   
   The lasting thing Jen remembered is being at a party. Bobby Crider, was following her around at a distance. Bobby had always seemed weird to Jen, but this was weird even for Bobby. She dismissed this and continued to party with her friends.
   Mark Nathaniel, was among the group Jen was partying with. Mark was an athlete, he had just been announced valedictorian, was the state wrestling champion and seemed to never notice Jen. Tonight however was different. Mark had been bringing Jen drinks all night, he had talked to her a couple of times and when the party was winding down he made sure to take Bobby with him. Jen was on cloud 9 and nothing was going to bring her down.

   Jen had been concentrating when the hand touched her face. It was a soft stroke with the back of the hand, yet it startled Jen enough to cause her to almost fall backwards in the chair.
   “Who is there?” Jen asked. No one answered. “What do you want?” again silence. “Is it money? Are you going to have your way with me?” Jen realized that her questions where making her upset. Jen had so many possibilities running through her mind on why he wanted her.
   A loud crash followed by a few angry murmurs startled Jen again. The sound produced by the artifact reminded Jen of something but she couldn’t picture it. The murmurs seemed familiar. Jen wondered if this was someone she knew. Maybe this would be a way for her to talk them out of whatever it was they were planning. The only problem was, how would she figure out who it was?

After the party Jen and her friends decided to go hang out at the lake. James van Horn, Jen’s old boyfriend, tagged along. In Jen’s opinion there was a good reason he was an ex. James loved to smother Jen all the time. Jen had no escape from him. James would always write her love letters and buy her little things. It wasn’t that Jen hated the attention. She just felt like James was too obsessive about her. He bought her stuff even if it meant he wouldn’t have money to buy lunch. The thing that made it worse was when Jen would tell him that “he didn’t have to” James would automatically say “well if I had to do it, it wouldn’t be as fun”. All Jen could think now was “since he’s here this won’t be as fun”.

   Jen sat in silence wondering how long they had been watching her mess with the tape around her wrists. Jen needed to rethink her plan, now that she knew someone was in the room watching her.
   “Do I know you?” Jen asked. Yet again no-one answered. Jen didn’t want to annoy them to the point that they would do something. So she just sat there thinking. Not noticing that she had started subconsciously messing with the tape again.

Daniel kept his distance from Jen from the moment he got to the lake. Daniel hated Jen.  Daniel had planned to propose to Ashley after graduation He loved her in every form of the word. He was convinced that Jen had broken Ashley and him up. When he caught Jen talking to Ashley before they broke up. What Daniel didn’t know was that Jen was only returning the notes she borrowed from Ashley for biology. No matter how much everyone tried to explain the situation to Daniel. He still blamed Jen. Jen eventually accepted that Daniel needed someone to blame about the break up.  

It was at the lake that Jen would have what she would later find out was her last drink of the night.


   The hand touched her face again, this time continuing down Jen’s neck and stopping just short of her breast.

   “What do you want? Please just say anything.” Jen said. Still no respond. “You don’t have to do this.”

   “Huh.” The mysterious man said.

   “Huh? Why huh? Please talk to me.” It went silent again. “Please, you don’t have…” Jen was cut off this time by a mocking voice.

“to do this.” The voice continued. “Just shut your mouth.”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“You brought yourself here.”

“What?”

“You don’t know who I am? You still haven’t figured it out?”

“Just let me go!” Somehow the idea that Jen knew who it was made her feel, more fearful of the situation.

“Why don’t you make me?”

“You’re a coward!”

“If you say so.”

“Show me your face you stupid coward!”

“You’ve seen my face not my fault you can’t remember.”

“Show it to me!”

“Why don’t you take that blindfold off and look for yourself.” The voice said laughing.

“Please let me go.” Jen had stopped talking loud, she was now talking in a low calm voice.

“Why don’t you yell again sweetheart maybe yell for help.” The voice egged Jen on. “I like it when you get frantic.”

“No use, you didn’t gag me so I’m sure we are somewhere where no one will ever hear me.” Jen continued talking in a low voice.

“You are a smart girl aren’t you.”

 

“Wanna see my new outfit for the formal?” Samantha asked Jen.

“Sure, mine comes in Thursday I can’t wait.”

“Here it is, what do you think?”

“Wow, where did you find a dress like that?”

“My aunt lives in California, she works at a department store, my mom told her about the form and she asked for measurements and sent me this dress.”

“Your so lucky! My dress is casual wear compared to yours.” Jen said with a giggle.

“Nah I’m sure yours looks great. What time do you need to be-” Samantha was interrupted by a voice coming up the stairs.

“Sam you home?” Sam’s dad came into view in the doorway. “Oh, Jen I didn’t know you were here.”

“Guess what dad, Jen’s dress for the formal is coming in on Thursday!” Sam said.

“That’s great. I bet your excited! I know Sam won’t shut up about it.” He started to walk away and stopped. “Oh. Um, Jen will you be joining us for dinner?

“I- I wish I could Mister Logan but my mom wants me home so i can do my chores. Thank you though.” Jen replied.

“Okay have fun you two.”

    “You don’t do chores, what’s that about?” Sam asked.

    “Nothing I just need to be home early today.”

    “Jen, we have been friends since the 4th grade, homies since the fourth of course remember? I know when something is up.”

    “Nothing is up.”

    “Bull crap!”

 

    Jen had quit talking to the voice altogether.

“Now why are you being so quiet? Just cause we are out in the middle of nowhere doesn’t mean you have to quit being sociable.” Jen still didn’t respond. All Jen could think about was the sound the artifact made when it hit the ground. She knew that sound but from where?

“Can I have some water?” Jen asked.

“Oh, trust me you won’t need any water, you won’t be here long enough to die of dehydration.”

“Can we get whatever it is over with?”

“Well we can sure get started but i’m going to do this as slow as possible, going to enjoy it, savor it.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Hush up now.” There it was again. The clank of the artifact hitting the floor. Jen’s brain started running through a mental rolodex of objects to noises.

“Damn thing always falling.” The voice grumbled. The next thing that touched Jen was cold and flat, It touched her where the hand had stopped. She felt a hand grab her shirt collar at the the side of her neck. Then a rip sound. The same thing was done to the opposite side. It was a knife. The hands of the voice cut Jen’s shirts from collar to the end of the sleeves.

 

“Okay, I will see you tomorrow at school.” Sam Said as she walked Jen to the garage.

“Okay, you should come over Thursday and see my dress.”

“Oh you bet your sweet ass I will.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Love you too.” Sam said opening the door. If Jen ever told Sam why she didn’t like staying over with her and her single dad it would tear them apart there is no way Sam would believe that her dad had anything to do with that.

“Later.”Sam said as she walked back upstairs.”

“Jen, are you leaving so soon.?” Sam’s dad asked from the garage.

“Yes mister Logan.”

“Do you want me to give you a ride? I’m heading to the store.” He said fishing his keys from his pocket, when he finally pulled them out he snagged the knife he kept clipped to his pocket. It fell towards the ground.

“No, thank you mister Logan.” Jen ran, she never once looked back. She wished for the chance to be able to tell Sam without ruining their friendship. There wasn’t a way to though. She was alone. No one would believe her if she told them. God only knew what mister Logan would do to Jen if she told.

 

The next rip came from Jens undershirt.

“What are you doing?” Jen shouted.

“Now you hold still or I might slip and cut you on accident.” The voice said putting his knife up to Jen’s throat. Jen was almost sure the voice belong to mister Logan.

“I won’t tell. Please. If you let me go, I promise I won’t say a word.”

“Don’t care.” By this point Jen still had her pants and bra on.

“Please I won’t tell anyone what you did. Please.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.” Jen started to panic. fear was starting to take control.

“Stop! Let me go!” Jen started to thrash in the chair catching the chin of the voice with her head.

“Ahh, you stupid bitch! If you don’t quit being dumb Imma bust your teeth out first. So behave!”

“Just let me go! Mister Logan you don’t have to do this!” Now the voice started laughing hysterically. The hands grabbed the blindfold and pulled it up. Now the voice had a face an identity.

“If I had to do it, it wouldn’t be as fun.”

Day Twenty-three

To day my A.C. unit started leaking and it began to flood my hallway. They knew about this and they chose to do nothing! Will they ever learn to address problems quicker?

I have no faith in them anymore…

Also if those neighbors don’t learn to settle their kids I will start banging on the damn ceiling! Literally they sound like people working out at Gold’s Gym!

I can’t even anymore!

Day Twenty-two

The city is cover in ash and smoke from the wildfires. It looks ominous.

I had a nightmare last night that we moved into another house and finally settled down only to have another fire break out.

At least my neighbors are being very helpful by filling my apartment with the smell of weed.

Dag nabit! I hope this comes to an end soon!

 

Day Twenty-one

Today I learned that my toddler does not like me having the door to my room locked. Which sucks cause my oldest likes to just bust into my room.

Who does she think I am the head of the household or something?

I just need some dressers and shelves and I will have everything put away! This apartment is finally feeling like a home!

I have teenagers so it’s not exactly peaceful but it is a home!

Day Twenty

Yep that’s right we have made it twenty whole days! It’s had it ups and downs. Never mind that that’s just me using the stairs! I feel like by the time I really start to consider this place home we will finally be saying goodbye to this place.

One day at a time I guess.

Also the smell of Marijuana is back. I almost started to miss it! (I’m sure the eye roll I did while typing that has damaged my optic nerves)

It’s the little victories I guess.

 

Day Nineteen

Day Nineteen: Either there is something in the air, or we are just getting use to living the apartment life. Nothing stood out and it worries me but at the same time I’m done worrying.

I spent fifteen minutes looking through my blind and screaming at the people getting outta there cars or taking their trash out.

I think I’m losing it. I’m becoming a cranky old man.