Thursday, September 1, 2016

Darkness Within Vol. 15

Hi all!!!

Here's this weeks edition!


 Jodie Pierce
CEO & President

Lindsey Jayne
Vice President & Cover Artist

Jessica Sawa

Haunting Music in Empty Rooms: by Thom Futrell
Lore’s Corner: Valkyrie: by L.M. David
Wiped Away: Part 3 by: Brien O’Raighne
Dear Hattie: by Helen Bishop
The Hybrids: Night of the Blood Moon Part 3
Aliens and Astro Projection: by Frank Julius Palumbo
Goldilocks’ Revenge: by: Ronald Edward Griffin
The Experiment: by Jodie Pierce


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     Olivet College sets just off of South Main Street in Olivet, Michigan. It was opened in 1844 and resembles a medieval castle. 
     The night is filled with the sounds of unearthly music, which seems to originate from Shepard’s Hall. The security guards can’t explain it. Things vanish, or get moved. Whole rooms get re-arranged and one person living there a few years ago reported being grabbed by some invisible hands in the night. Other people have reported seeing objects move with nothing controlling them. There have been countless sightings of apparitions passing through walls and objected moving on their own. The most haunted of places at the college include Shepard's Hall. Some report that phantom music could be heard in dorm rooms when it was empty. There have been accounts of these haunts going back over 150 years. The Conservatory is also where piano music can be heard playing when no one is there. The other haunted places on campus include Dole Hall where a cemetery once stood. There have been reports by people that you can feel someone is staring at you back when in the basement walking away from the laundry room. Legend has it that a few bodies were left behind when they were moving bodies to put in the new cemetery in order to make room for the growing college.
       Is the college haunted? Possibly. Somethings can be debunked, of course, but being grabbed and music coming from nowhere might be harder to explain. I would love the chance to do a full-fledged investigation of the college. To listen to the music of the dead.

Author Bio:

Thom Futrell is a horror writer living in Jackson Michigan. He has been in more than sixty publications and has four films under his belt. He writes under the name T.G. Reaper.

by  L.M. David

Ever wonder about Valkyrie?
In Norse mythology, a Valkyrie (from Old Norse Valkyrja "chooser of the slain") is one of a host of female figures who choose those who may die in battle and those who may live. Selecting half of those who die in battle, the Valkyries bring their chosen to the afterlife hall of the slain, Valhalla, ruled by the god Odin (the other half belong to the goddess Freyja's afterlife field Fólkvangr). There, the deceased warriors become einherjar (Old Norse for "single (or once) fighters"). Valkyries also appear as lovers of heroes and other mortals, sometimes described as the daughters of royalty often accompanied by ravens or connected to swans or horses.
Scholarly theories have been proposed about the relation between the Valkyries, the Norns, and the Dísir, all supernatural figures associated with fate. Archaeological excavations throughout Scandinavia have uncovered amulets theorized as depicting Valkyries. In modern culture, Valkyries have been the subject of works of art, musical works, video games and poetry.
The word Valkyrie derives from Old Norse valkyrja (plural valkyrjur), which is composed of two words; the noun valr (referring to the slain on the battlefield) and the verb kjósa (meaning "to choose"). Together, they mean "chooser of the slain".
Valkyrie women are more often than not depicted as female figures and cup and horn-bearers or Viking Age stylized silver amulets depicting women with long gowns, hair pulled back, sometimes bearing drinking horns which have been discovered throughout Scandinavia. Researchers have noted the amulets appear in Viking Age graves, and presumably were placed there because "they were thought to have protective powers”.
The Tjängvide image stone from the island of Gotland (a small island near Sweden), the images have an image of a rider on an eight-legged horse, which may be Odin's horse Sleipnir, which may be a Valkyrie at Valhalla. The 11th century rune stone U 1163 features a carving of a female bearing a horn that has been interpreted as the Valkyrie Sigrdrífa handing the hero Sigurd (also depicted on the stone) a drinking horn.
So, these ladies decided a warrior’s fate. And then offered ale to get both factions drunk. No respect.
In 2013, a small figure dated at around 800 AD was discovered in Hårby, Denmark, a figurine that portrays a woman with long hair in a ponytail carrying a sword and a shield. It was said that "there can hardly be any doubt that the figure depicts one of Odin's Valkyries as we know them from the sagas as well as from Swedish picture stones from the time around AD700".

Rand’s Story:
Wiped Away Part 3:

Lance rises to his feet. Anger overcomes him. He points at Damien.
“What is he doing here?” Lance spouts vehemently.
“Now, now, Agent Thomas.” Damien says calmly. I mean you no harm. Nor do I want any harm to come to Destiny. I do still have feelings for her.”
Lance raises a brow. “Destiny? You and he were once an item.”
Destiny closes her eyes. Tears run down her cheeks. She can feel the anger spewing from Lance. “Yes, darling, we were. That was years ago while I was hunting Christopher.”
Damien chuckles. “I hear Christopher had a very dramatic change. But that is a topic for another time.”
Destiny looks at Damien. “Please, drop it. I do not wish to relive those memories.”
“Fine, my dear.” Damien says. He motions to a chair. “Please, Destiny take a seat.”
Destiny sits down. “Please do be careful in my mind.”
“Darling, I will. Just relax your mind. Lucifer is likely to have hid these memories in your deep subconscious mind.” Damien says.
“Will this hurt her?” Lance asks.
“No. But if I am interrupted while I am in there this could go sideways fast.” Damien responds to Lance’s question. “Knowing Lucifer, he has some sort of surprise that he wants Destiny to know but not know.”
“That makes no sense,” Matt says.
“Matt, trust me, it does.” Destiny answers. She takes a deep breath and exhales. She looks up at Damien. “I am ready.” There is trepidation in her voice.
“It’s alright to be nervous.”  Damien kneels down and looks into Destiny’s eyes. Matt and Lance see the swirling in Damien’s eyes. They immediately close their eyes. “Destiny, listen carefully to my voice.”
“Okay.” Destiny says in monotone.
“Good. Now pry deep into your memories for the other night. Tell me what happened. Everything that happened.”
Destiny goes into the story of how she was called to help Matt and Lance after Roxanne had disappeared. Then, she, Lance and Matt saw that Roxanne was turned into a vampire by Lucifer. Lucifer allowed Rand to leave with his new Vampire Coven. Then, Lucifer dismissed all the employees and guests with a single snap of his fingers leaving the three of them with Lucifer alone. She starts shaking.
“Calm down, Destiny. Continue with the story.”
“… I was frightened. Lucifer had me in his grasps, which he has been trying for years to do. He put Lance and Matt to sleep, so that it would just be him and I. He kissed me. It was warm, passionate, and hot. Our tongues intertwined. Our bodies intertwined as he passionately took care of me.”
Lance, hearing this, gulps. Tears begin to roll down his cheeks.
“Did Lucifer hurt or threaten you in any way?” Damien asks. He knows that Lucifer can be rather persuasive. “Did Lucifer sway you in any way?”
Lance is fearful for what Destiny might say. He awaits her answer like Damien does.
“No. Somehow, some way, I was a willing participant as we became very intimate in every way. Once I dressed he told me that I would not know and once I found out I will feel guilt and pain. He, then, sent us away.” Tears rolls down Destiny’s cheeks. “I am so sorry for what I did to Lance. I was afraid that Lance and / or Matt was going to be killed. But I felt Lucifer’s loving hand. He is severely misguided and misunderstood, but not inherently evil. He has no inhibitions.”
Damien, then, closes his eyes and snaps his fingers. When his eyes open, they are no longer swirling. Destiny blinks her eyes. Tears continue to roll down her cheeks. She looks over her shoulder at Lance. She sees his eyes are red and puffy as well.
“Lance, baby. I had no idea.” Destiny says through tears.
“I know. I forgive you, but it doesn’t mean it hurts any less, Destiny.” Lance says as he tries to keep from yelling. A feeling of disgust goes through him.
Destiny gets up and walks over to Lance. She sits down in his lap and strokes his face. “Baby, I’m so sorry.”
Lance lifts her off his lap and sets her on her feet. He rises from his seat. Then, he walks away.
Destiny follows after him. “Lance, baby?”
Lance puts a hand out and looks at Destiny. There is anger on his face. “Des, no. I need time to myself. I need to process this, okay?”
Destiny gulps. “Fine.” She hangs her head and walks away from Lance. She heads back to her chair and sits back down. She puts her head in her hands and begins weeping. Matt gets up from his seat and walks over to Destiny. He rubs her back. She looks up at him. “Matt?”
Matt kneels down and looks at Destiny eye to eye. “Look, you are going to have to give Lance some time, Destiny. It’s a lot for him to process. Especially, how you talked about Lucifer.”
Destiny is choked up. She nods her head. “Okay.”


Roxanne walks out onto the balcony of the former, run down Goth Club. She sees the moonlight shine down. The thirst to drink human blood rises into her throat. However, she senses something strange going on in her family. She gulps.
Rand sees her on the balcony. He notices that Roxanne is standing there with her arms crossed. He walks up to her. He puts his arms on her upper arms.
“Something wrong, Roxy?” Rand asks.
Roxanne turns and looks at Rand. She sighs. “I feel like there is something out of kilter. Something has happened to Destiny. Something that she may not be able to repair.”
“How do you know?” Rand asks. He is finding this highly unusual for a vampire to be connected with a Nephilim. “I thought that your Nephilim powers were torn asunder by you turning into a vampire.”
“Honestly, I am not sure. But I sense that trouble is around the corner. Something evil is rising.”
“Great.” Rand says. “This town doesn’t need any more stress.”
“I know. This evil scares me.”
“It worries me, too.”

To be continued…

Author Bio:
Brien O'Raighne

He is a connoisseur of sci-fi and paranormal films and books. He, also, lives in Houston with his son.

Aliens and Astral Projection
If a person were to start counting off in seconds, how long do you think it would take to get to a billion? Don’t bother trying. It would take over thirty-one years to do. That example was to familiarize you with what a billion is. Now, the universe is purported to have over 250 billion galaxies, with each galaxy containing hundreds of billions of stars. Our galaxy, the Milky Way, has between 100 billion stars on the low end, and 400 billion stars on the high end. With the surge in scientist finding planets around some of these stars, the recent calculation has put the number of inhabitable planets in our Milky Way to be approximately 8.8 billion planets.
Taking this one step further, Frank Drake created a formula to derive a probabilistic number for how many alien species may be in our galaxy that are capable of communicating with us. Using this equation, the current number of possible intelligent alien civilizations in the Milky Way galaxy is almost 5,000. Bruno Martini, in his article; At last, how many alien civilizations are out there? stated, “If those galactic societies were equally spaced, they could be at an average distance of 28,845 light-years apart. That’s too far to have a dialogue with them, even through electromagnetic radiation traveling at the speed of light. So, even with such a potentially high number of advanced civilizations, interstellar communication would still be a major technological challenge. Still, according to SDE, (Statistical Drake Equation), the average distance we should expect to find any alien intelligent life form may be 2,670 light-years from Earth. There is a 75% chance we could find ET between 1,361 and 3,979 light-years away.”

The above photo was taken by NASA and shows the numerous galaxies that exist in a small portion of the observable universe.
If you have ever seen a Star Trek movie, then you should be aware that Warp Factor One is traveling at the speed of light. Yet, in the series and the movies, there is no talk of the time dilations, which according to Einstein’s Special Relativity Theory, would occur. For instance, if the Starship Enterprise were traveling at half the speed of light, or, 93,141.198 miles per second, the time dilation, or slowing down of time for the crew in comparison to the Earth, would be approximately 1.15. That is to say that from a perspective of a person standing on earth, their clocks would tick 1.15 times faster than the Starship Enterprises. Alternatively, we could say that for every year experienced by the crew zipping along through space at half the speed of light, 1.15 years have passed on Earth. Additionally, if the Starship Enterprise were traveling at .9 times the speed of light, for every year spent at that speed, the Earth would experience 2.3 years. And we haven’t even reach Warp Factor One. So, here we see the implausibility of traveling at speeds that could help us navigate our galaxy. Our closest neighboring star, Alpha Centauri A and Alpha Centauri B, a double star system, is 4.3 light years away. If humanity were able to build a ship that could travel at half the speed of light, it would take, 8.6 years to get there. Not too bad, but consider that approximately 10 years will have passed on Earth. If we were traveling a .9 the speed of light, then it would take 4.8 years to reach Alpha Centauri, but 11 years would have passed on earth. More than double the Earth years would have passed by the time the ship arrived. This is a problem, not only for Earthlings but also for all sentient species of our galaxy. Interesting enough is the fact that as a ship approaches the speed of light, the time dilation increases to Paramount proportion. Let us say a ship, traveling too close to the event horizon of a black hole, becomes captured by its massive gravity and is pulled into its inner core at a speed approaching the speed of light. From earth’s perspective, we would see the ship frozen at the precipice of the spinning vortex, not moving, forever stuck. From the viewpoint of the ship’s crew, we would see centuries pass, and Sol, the Earth’s sun will explode, as it dies a millennium from now. The ship’s time has stopped, or you could say, that is has slowed to such a degree that the universe ages millions and billions of years per millisecond. (One point to note is that Stephen Hawking and Leonard Susskind argued whether information is retained in the universe after a black hole consumes an object. Susskind won, and showed that an ingoing object is consumed immediately, yet an imprint of it former design remains behind as outgoing radiation. This solves the mystery of how an object can seemingly remain trapped within a black hole, from Earth’s perspective, and simultaneously fall into it, from the ship’s perspective).
Therefore, you see, for an intelligent species of alien life to arrive on Earth, they would have to be in command of some sort of alternate mode of travel. (Barring such things as the Alcubierre drive, which creates a warp bubble by compressing the space in front of it and expanding the space behind, or a creation of a stable traversable wormhole, which must utilize a material not yet discovered and only theorized to exist, called Exotic matter. Exotic matter is matter that does not have the properties of ordinary matter in that it may have a negative energy or mass, and is likened to the mysterious dark matter, which physicist believe encompasses ninety percent of the universe. (Remember Yesod, Unus mundus and the Higgs Field from my previous article, The Physics of Magick…Things that make you go hmmm).
Now onto aliens and astral projection, and the many similarities that exist between encounters with aliens and the out-of-body-experience. John Mack, in his book, Abduction: Human Encounters with Aliens, nicely compares and contrasts many esoteric states encountered in both experiences. For instance, during an astral experience, novices of the feat may find that they are lying in bed fully conscious, yet are paralyzed, unable to move a muscle, but have the ability to hear and feel. In psychological terms, this is called sleep paralysis and is believed to be caused by a person waking up during REM sleep, where the body is in a state of atonia, which is the paralysis of the body during REM sleep to prevent the sleeping person from acting out their dreams. Fair enough. Other causes implicated in sleep paralysis are sleep apnea and sleep deprivation. However, I believe that sleep paralysis is indicative of the novice astral journeyer having the preliminary stages of soul separation. Unconscious forces are at work with the sleeping person, and push the individual to the brink of an experience that surpasses all. As a long time sufferer of sleep paralysis, I discovered that it was the catalysis for the out-of-body-experience. If you read any articles or books on alien abduction or encounters, paralysis is a major part. Abductees often report lying in bed, unable to move and seeing either the Greys or taller, more dominant beings.
Further comparisons entail passing through solid objects. How often have abductees stated that they floated upwards while they were lying in bed and passed through the ceiling? Probably most. What is happening is that these extraterrestrial beings are present in the astral world and coax the abductee into having an out-of-body-experience. And it is that body, the astral body, that is taken for study. Some abductees reported how the aliens entered their bedroom by either appearing suddenly, or walking through the walls and then leaving the same way. Unless these aliens are in control of some sort of technology that contradicts known physics, they are here in the astral.
Whitney Strieber, in his book Communion, writes about his encounters with the Greys, who visited him in his home on many nights. Strieber’s account of his many interactions with the visitors has detailed astral phenomenon such as going through walls, rising up in his bed, and even playing a game of astral tag, where the alien entities and other abductees project spheres of energy at each other while in their astral bodies. Additionally, in his book, The Communion Letters, several people speak of being paralyzed during their precursor abduction experience and detail the many astral phenomena previously mentioned.
The following paragraph is a personal account of a visitation as told to me from a dear and trusted friend.
It happened many years ago, and a friend of mine, who shall remain nameless, told me about an alien encounter he experienced while sleeping in his NYC apartment next to his wife. Sometime during the night, as he was sleeping on his right side, he felt three gentle pokes on his left calf. Thinking it was his wife foot prodding him, he ignored it. Three more taps on his calf ensued, this time with a little more fervor. Annoyed now, he attempted to push his wife legs away from him with his legs but found she was curled up on the edge of her side of the bed, legs and feet nowhere near his. Puzzled, he sat up. There in front of him where what he described as five tall beings, similar in appearance to the Greys, but standing six-feet tall. Light pale skin, wearing shimmering, one-piece silver outfits, passive, non-threatening, they brought with them five to seven other beings, whom my friend stated were part of him. (My friend asked me to withhold the details of the appearance of these related entities, only because he has said that in his search for similar encounters and descriptions, he has found nothing even vaguely similar. What he experienced does not fit into other testimonies of abductees claiming that they met their hybrid children. My friend wishes to keep the details of his hybrid spawn concealed until he or I can find similar comparisons).
After spending several moments with the hybrids, my friend felt a presence on his left side, just over his shoulder. When he turned, an alien face peered at him only inches from his. Its lips spread wide, the corners of its mouth pulled taught, high, wrapping around its head. Rows and rows of needle-like teeth gleamed in the darkness. My friend, paralyzed with fear, his mouth hanging open, emitted a soft moan. Then, instantaneously, the beings were gone, leaving him sitting in his bed, alone.
As I questioned my friend to elaborate on specific details, he stated that he could easily recall the face of the creature that invaded his personal space, exposing its teeth. My friend indicated that he does not know if the creature was grinning or smiling in a passive way, or if the expression was one of malice. What would an alien think of our broad smile, baring our teeth in an expression of joy, or hearty laughter, our mouth wide and weird sounds being emitted?
Below is a clay sculpture that my friend created of the creature as it exposed its teeth, inches from his face. 

My anonymous friend created the above sculpture. It depicts the creature that appeared in his bedroom inches from his face. Whether the being is smiling or snarling has yet to be determined, and the image remains vivid in his mind’s eye.
            To this day, my friend has experienced something tapping his calf in the middle of the night. The taps are always in sets of threes, and he is still hesitant to open his eyes again for fear of seeing the ambivalent creature again. However, my friend stated that he did gather the courage to do so, but has yet to elaborate further details to me. He reiterates that he felt no malice in the encounter, but believes the aliens were there to share with him his hybrid offspring.
            Additionally, my friend has had many astral experiences and is confident that this encounter took place while he was out-of-his-body, yet still within his bedroom. It was his astral body that sat up, while his sleeping body lay undisturbed. If not for his understanding of the astral plain, he would have sworn the encounter was physical in nature. This could account for the many people claiming to be physically abducted from the home. They are not experienced enough with astral travel to recognize the difference.
Whether these beings are from another planet, the future, another dimension, or even possibly from deep within the subconscious, I do not know. But what I believe is that these beings are contacting us on the astral plain, complete with astral apparatus for carrying out their plans.        Remember, whatever is changed on the astral plain, appears on the physical plain. As for the hybrids, my friend’s detail of their appearance does not fit in with the traditional descriptions of hybrid beings, of beautiful human looking children with big eyes. This almost makes me believe his testimony more valid than others. There is no romance in it, no feeling of being special or chosen. He told me his story as mere fact, more afraid of further night encounters than anything else and highly perplexed at its meaning. I question many of the people claiming to be abductees, who state that they provided their DNA for future alien hybrids. Really? I would believe Mozart, Einstein or Da Vinci, or someone profoundly capable in the esoteric arts if they stated to me that the aliens wanted their DNA. But for most people with the claim, I don’t know, perhaps. As for my friend, why did the aliens choose him? Probably because he is profoundly efficient in the esoteric arts and astral projection and has chosen a life (or the life has been selected for him), that expedites the evolution of his soul.
The author has come to conclude that the physical appearance of aliens is highly unlikely given the limitation of the physical universe and that it is much more feasible for an advanced civilization to utilize a dimension where faster than light travel is possible. Do I believe the construction of a material that is of both dimensions, i.e. physical and astral? Possibly. Humanity has recently discovered the Higgs Particle, or God particle, as most probably know it. Will mankind one day be able to manipulate a particle that is alleged to produce physical mass from the infinite void of pure potential? I think, yes. Then again, I don’t see the glass as half empty or even half full. I see it as the collapse of the wave function after my consciousness has observed it.

NASAESA, R. Ellis (Caltech), and the UDF 2012 Team Galaxies2 The Hubble Ultra Deep Field seen in ultraviolet, visible, and infrared light. Image Credit: NASA, ESA, H. Teplitz and M. Rafelski (IPAC/Caltech), A. Koekemoer (STScI), R. Windhorst (Arizona State University), and Z. Levay (STScI
At Last, How Many Alien Civilizations are There? By Bruno Martini - Nov 30, 2012. See more at:

Hubbled and Humbled - (n.d.). Retrieved from

John Mack, Abduction: Human Encounters With Aliens, (New York, NY: Ballantine Books, 1994).
Communion, by Whitney Stieber, Beech Tree Books; 1st edition (February 1987)
The Communion Letters, by Whitney Strieber and Anne Strieber, Crossroad Press; Panta Rei First Digital edition (June 21, 2016)

Writer of horror and dark fantasy with a spiritual connotation; Astral projection, occult sciences, Enochian magick . . . And sitting in half lotus for decades. 
Frank Julius Palumbo was born in the Bronx in December of 1964. He has worked as a carpenter, a freelance illustrator, and is now currently involved in Law enforcement. His studies include Psychology and Neuropsychology, and he has been practicing Zen Buddhism and the Kabbalah for over thirty years.


Dear Hattie
by Helen Bishop

Dear Hattie:
Yesterday, I was just doing my mom a favor, and minding my business in the woods when along came this stranger, this hairy guy with a wolf whistle. He was charming to start, and pretty nice, then he started to get creepy with a list of questions.
“Where are you going, and what’s in the basket? Do your mother and father know you’re out here alone? How old are you? Where do you live?” Frankly, he was creepy as an internet stalker.
I told him none of those things were his business, and he looked angry, and I walked farther down the trail.
All of a sudden he comes running up, and says he’s sorry, that he worried about me walking alone in the woods. He grabbed onto my shoulder and pulled me into a bear hug, complete with boob rubbing. I turned to him and sweetly showed him, with a kick to the crotch, why I wasn’t afraid to walk alone. Damn, I swear I get all the losers.
Dear, dear Hattie, do you think this red-hooded sweatshirt is magnetic?

Dear Red:
I don’t know about magnetic, but at least after you kick a few more losers you’ll recognize them by the limping

Dear Hattie:

My mom, God love her, has been hinting for grandchildren, an unlikely happening. I'm single, and my career as an herbalist deep in the forest, leaves something to be desired on dating apps.
I'm seriously thinking of covering my cottage with candy as a lure...what do you think?
Children wanted

Dear children:
I have heard of someone acquiring children that way, but I believe she came to a sudden and crispy end.
If you're happy without a partner, but want kids, I would explore adoption, instead of abduction

Author bio:

Helen Bishop is a native of Pennsylvania and a true fan of the written word. She works as a litigation paralegal; reads on average 20 books a week; writes book reviews for an internet blog; writes stories, poems and novels in various genres; and-just to fill out her dance card-contracts with fellow authors to proofread and copy-edit their work before it goes to the publisher. You can check her out at

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Night of the Blood Moon: Part 3

There is a popping sound in the backyard. Elise and Belle step out of the portal. Elise walks over to the sliding glass door and opens it. Both Elise and Belle enter the home. Destiny wakes up from a slumber in her chair. She turns and sees Belle.
Destiny rises and rushes over to Belle. She hugs Belle. “Belle! You’re okay.”
Belle pushes Destiny off her. “Yeah, mom. I’m fine. But I had a question for you.”
“Okay.” Destiny raises a brow. “What’s your question, honey?”
“I’ve been wondering. Since my father is a lycan, why am I not one? I would’ve thought I would have been.” Belle asks.
Destiny leans her head back and closes her eyes. She sighs. This was not what she was anticipating. “Baby, your father was, also, Nephilim. It looks as though you are taking on his Nephilim powers right now. But the potential of you becoming lycan is still there.”
“Oh.” Belle looks a little disconcerted.
Energy begins to emit from Elise. Both Destiny and Belle turn towards Elise. They shield their eyes. Ethan notices the light from upstairs and comes rushing down. He sees his mother emitting energy from her body.
“What the hell is going on?” Ethan screams over the wooshing sounds coming from Elise.
“Watch your language young man!” Destiny yells at Ethan. “But we don’t know! This just started.”
The energies begin to lower their intensity. Elise looked at the three. Her hair, floating in the air, as she rises a foot off the ground.
“The time has come.” An eerie voice comes from Elise. It is so unlike her own. “The Pumpkin King returns in the morrow. The Blood Moon has opened the portal for the return of the Pumpkin King after his banishment.”
Disgust comes over Destiny. Belle sees the look on Destiny’s face. “Mom, what’s going on? Who is the Pumpkin King?”
Destiny shakes her head. “You don’t want to know, but unfortunately you will. It’s been 16 years since the Pumpkin King was last in Storm City. He affects all of the paranormal communities within the entire metro area. He is a malevolent spirit of some evil sorcerer that was long gone. The Grand Witches and the Archmages gathered together to banish the Pumpkin King last time.”
“But how are we going to deal with him this time?”
“That is a very good question, Ethan.” Destiny says. “Some of the Grand Witches and Archmages we had for help last time have since passed.”
The energy dissipates and Elise drops to the ground. Ethan jumps off the stairwell and runs over to her. “Mom!”
He skids to a stops and lifts her limp body and head off the ground. A groggy Elise sees Ethan holding her up. Sweat pours from her curly locks. She reaches up and strokes Ethan’s cheek. “Ethan, my boy. I need you to take me to the Sanctuary. My energy has been sapped from me.”
“Mom, it’s late. I don’t have the power to do so.” Ethan pleads.
“Your car, silly. I am not dying, just weak.” Elise says.
Destiny looks down at Elise. “I could call Sandy. She has healing powers.”
“No!” Elise spouts. “I knew this Blood Moon was a bad sign!”
Elise gets to her feet. She wobbles. Ethan helps her over to the nearby couch. She is frustrated as Ethan helps her sit down. “Thank you, Ethan. Can you fix me some Chamomile Tea?”
“Sure.”  Ethan walks over to the kitchen.
Destiny leans over to Belle. “Go with your brother.”
“Mom!” Belle whines. Destiny glares at her. Belle leans away from her. “Okay.”
Destiny walks over to the couch while Belle walks into the kitchen. She sits down next to Elise. “I can teleport you there, if you’d like, Elise.”
“No, Des, I need Ethan’s help.”
“What can Belle and I do?” Destiny asks. “I am afraid this is going to be more difficult than last time.”
“I know, Des. It scares me that he is back. I thought we’d never see him again.” Elise says. “I need you to be ready. Call Christina and see if she has been affected by the Blood Moon. Pray she and the kids have not.”
“I am. Trust me I am.” Destiny says. “Do I need to call for Aron to help us?”
Elise is huffing and puffing. “Let’s hope not. I do not want to deal with his father.”
“Nor do I. Believe me, I do not either.”

He is a connoisseur of sci-fi and paranormal films and books. He, also, lives in Houston with his son.

Goldilocks revenge

Once upon a time there was a little blonde haired girl named Gianna. Her mother was a beautiful gypsy that traveled all over the country until she met her father. The two fell in love and soon after Gianna was born. She has golden blonde hair and beautiful tanned skin.
            One day though when Gianna was ten years old the family decided to go on a picnic in the woods. What they didn’t realize was they were silently being stalked by a mated pair of bears. They remained from the family’s view until nightfall. As the family slept in their tent the bears raided through the camp eating all of their food. Their stomachs rumbling from hunger. They sniff the air and can tell that Gianna’s mother had started her monthly cycle. The scent of blood fills their nostrils making them hungrier.
            They rip through the tent with minimal effort and the female attacks Gianna’s mother. Her father awakes from his wife’s screams and tries to pull her away from the male. Gianna started crying when she wakes from her parents being mauled.
            “Run Gianna go get help!” her mother cried out.
            Gianna ran from the tent and out into the woods screaming for help. It takes her an hour until she reaches the nearby town. She approached several people for help but they recognized her and refused to help.
            “Your mother is nothing but a gypsy whore and your father is worthless trash so why would we help them.” They would say.
            Discouraged Gianna fell to her knees and broke down crying. Then a lumberjack helped her up.
            “I’ll help you.” He said. “Just show me where your camp is.”
            Gianna wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her shirt and takes the lumberjack by the hand leading him through the forest until they made it to the camp. The lumberjack searches through the remains of the tent but doesn’t find anything but bloody fabric from clothing and material from the tent. Tears flowed down her cheeks and the lumberjack holds her.
            “Don’t you worry. I will find your family one way or the other. Just stay close to me.”
            The lumberjack followed the bear tracks and the trail left from bodies being dragged over the soil. Soon they came across a cave and slowly entered. Gianna sees her parents on the cold rocks in the den staring at her through dead eyes. Their clothing and flesh torn to shreds.
            “Momma!” she cried out.
            She ran over to her mother’s side. The lumberjack tried to stop her before she could run over but heard the loud roar of a bear coming from behind him. Gianna held her mother’s lifeless hand and cried. The lumberjack struggled with the male bear and then the female raised her snout from her father’s gut and roared at Gianna before it swiped at her. She moved out of the way of the bears claws just before they could reach her.
            “Run little girl!” the lumberjack pleaded with Gianna.
            The male swiped at the lumberjack’s belly slashing it wide open. Gianna screams before running by them covering her ears to block out the sound from the bears roars. Once out of the cave she can hear the lumberjack screaming as the bears eat him alive.
            With her heart broken Gianna ran through the woods and no one in the area had seen her again for eight years. On her eighteenth birthday Gianna returned to the same town that she had tried to get help from. Several men stared at her whistling as she walked by. Women stared at her with envy wishing that they could compare to her beauty. Her natural tanned skin and long beautiful blonde hair that are a rare combination for the area. With a wicked grin Gianna fed off the attention until she stopped in the center of town.
            “You know what I find funny?” she said loud enough for everyone to hear. “That eight years ago I could barely get any of your attention when I begged you for help. My mother and father were dying and you wouldn’t lift a single finger to help me. A poor lumberjack died trying to save me and all you could do is shame my mother and call her a whore. You shamed my father and called him trash.”
            The older towns people lowered their heads in shame knowing that she was right remembering that horrible night.
            “My mother may have done a few questionable things in her life but she didn’t deserve your damnation or your judgement. What you sheep didn’t know was that my mother is the one responsible from keeping the wolf at your door at bay. The big bad wolf would have been knocking every night if it weren’t for my mother.”
            Gianna began laughing as she removed her clothing. When she stood in the center of town naked everyone stared at her. Men wanted her and women were disgusted by her. She started touching herself and rubbed her hands all over her body. When the people paid more attention to her hands they noticed that hair had started growing on them. Her fingernails grew longer before their eyes as they grew into claws.
            “Now there is nothing that can save you!” She said through long canine teeth.
            Gianna’s eyes turn golden and soon her body is transformed into a werewolf. People ran through the streets screaming with fear as she tore through one person after another. Soon the streets ran red with the blood of men, women, and even children. The screams of the people are soon replaced by deep laughter as Gianna got her revenge from the towns people.
            Gianna returned to the cave where the bears were and came across three spots where three different sized bears have made into beds. Then she saw three carcasses of animals which she assumed were intended as meals for the three bears. A sly grin spreads across her face.
            The male bear, the female bear, and their cub soon entered the cave. They walked over to their meal they had left and noticed that most of the meat had been devoured. Confused the three bears decided to take a nap before going out to look for more food. When the male reached his bedding he could smell that someone had been in his bed and defiled it by urinating on it. The female went to her bed and smelled the strong odor of urine knowing that someone had been in her bed. When the cub made it to his bed he urinates on himself seeing the werewolf in his bed.
            Gianna roars loudly as she rips the bear cubs head clear from its body. The other bears roared as they attempted to attack Gianna but her speed was too great and she overcame their brute strength.
            Her laughs echoed through the cave as she slaughtered the three bears. When her work was done she licked the blood and gore from her talons with a grin spread across her lupine snout. Then once again she laughed knowing that on this day Goldilocks had finally received her long awaited revenge.

Author Bio:
Ronald Edward Griffin is a native of Macon, GA where he was born and raised. He is an accomplished Author in his own right and is always working hard on something. He has two children whom he hopes to pass his writing bug on to them.

The Experiment

Mandy hid in her shell well. She’d learned over the years not to trust anyone or get close to anyone. After all she’d been through, who could blame her? She’d been brutally attacked and then carried off to an underground laboratory where she was tested on for so long that she lost count of the days. She had become friends with Evan, the Doctor on staff since she ended up in the hospital ward enough to establish a patient/doctor relationship with him. He took pity on her and what was being done to her but didn’t know how to help her though she’d never even asked for his help. Finally, one day after a severe beating, Evan approached her with a plan he’d hatched for her. ‘His feelings for her went beyond patient/doctor relationships so he wanted to help her escape’ he explained.

One evening, after everyone had gone home, he came to her bedside and waited for her to wake up. When she did, he smiled down at her. She instantly became paranoid as the only other experiences with doctors she’d had was when they wanted to experiment on her yet he’d always been friendly with her in the hospital ward.

“Hello Mandy. How are you feeling tonight?” he asked her. At first she was afraid to speak but he had a soothing tone in his voice.

“I feel like death warmed over. I wouldn’t cooperate with the doctors so they beat me to near death.”

“They believe they put you in a coma which is no use to them. They will discard you if you are still in a coma in the morning or go back to experimenting on you if you are awake” he explained.

“I know. I can’t take it anymore” she said, breaking down into tears. Evan came closer and sat on the side of her bed. She was instantly uncomfortable.

“I may have something that will help you.”

“What’s that?” she asked, still unsure of his intentions.

“It’s called Tetrodotoxin. It will slow you heart rate so that everyone will think you are dead. I’m in charge of disposing the bodies so I can then take you out of this place” he said smiling.
“Why would you want to do that?” she asked suspiciously.

“Mandy, don’t tell me you haven’t felt the chemistry between us every time you come in here.”“Well…yes but…”

“There’s no but in this equation. I want to help you, get you out of here, hide you, give you your freedom back and live with you forever.”

“Really?” she said, starting to perk up and forgetting the shell she’d built around her. He, was willing to help her? She couldn’t believe it. “Okay. What do I need to do?”

“First thing in the morning, before the doctors make their rounds, I’ll give you enough of the Tetrodotoxin that they think you’re dead. I’ll take you down to the morgue. I can ‘sneak’ you out there, load you into the hearse and take you to my house.”

“I have to go in a hearse?” she asked starting to hyperventilate. He quickly found her a bag to blow into to calm her down.

“Yes, I’m sorry. They monitor the outdoor activities so I’ll have to do my usual routine here on the grounds but after I drive off the grounds, I can take you anywhere.” Mandy smiled at him gratefully.

“You can make all that happen?” she asked, still in disbelief.

“Of course. I am already the final doctor in charge of patient disposal and if for some reason they have another doctor declare you dead, due to the medication, they won’t suspect a thing.”
Cautiously she said, “Okay. I’d like to go with you.” He smiled at her, rose from her bed and patted her on the leg.

“We’ll see you in the morning. Get some rest” he said, turning to go with a smile on his face only he could see.

The following morning came and he’d given her the Tetrodotoxin just like he said before the doctors made their rounds. Just as he explained, the doctors, when they came to her, her heart rate was non-existent so they declared her dead. They gave the usual instructions to Evan so he covered her up and moved her down to the morgue. He gave her a shot to raise her heart beat and bring her back to full capacity. She shot up with a giant gulp of air, not remembering what was going on. She saw Evan standing next to her with a smile on his face.

“Welcome back” he said. She smiled at him, now remembering the plan they’d hatched. “Now, I need you to stay still and I’ll roll you out to the hearse just in case they are watching. We’ll go to my house for the rest of the day and get you settled in. I’ll call the lab and tell them when I went home for lunch I felt ill so I won’t be returning for the rest of the day. That will give us time to finish up the paperwork for our new I.D. cards and passports. Where in the world would you like to go to start our new lives together?” he asked. She thought about it for a while before answering,

“Brazil it is then” he grinned. He took her out to the waiting hearse and drove her to his house. They snuck into the outside access doors to the cellar and then into the house. As soon as Evan had Mandy in the cellar, he grabbed her and tied her up to the wall.

“What are you doing?” she asked confused.

“You see, Mandy, I have my own experiments for people and you are the perfect candidate for my newest experiment. The laboratory will not let me do my own experiments so I have to either lure people here or take them from the laboratory like I did with you” he explained smiling a sickeningly sweet smile. Mandy knew she was in trouble and had nowhere to turn. She had believed she was really going to have a new life with Evan.
He took her from the wall after he had his table set up. He strapped her up to a standing metal apparatus and looked her up and down with disgust.

“You were so easy. So eager to leave you’d trust an almost complete stranger offering you a way out. You are naïve, Mandy and now you are mine, all mine.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she demanded through her tears.

“I’m going to make you a super vampire. One that has been brainwashed into having no regard for human life. 

One that kills others not only for sustenance but for sport. Your brain will be programmed to a remote, both physically and mentally so I can control you completely while you are out there in the streets. See, I said I could give you freedom but I didn’t say what the price would be” he laughed maniacally.
Mandy remembered she broke her own rule, ‘Never trust anyone’. Now she was going to be a blood sucking warrior and have the freedom to walk around on the streets but being controlled by a doctor she thought would help her. Boy was she wrong.

Jodie is a vampire Author who's idol is Anne Rice which she happened to meet for a Halloween bash in New Orleans a few years back. Jodie has been writing since middle school including for the school newspaper and yearbooks. She also experimented with photography for the yearbook, something she still enjoys. She married to the man of her dreams who came to the table with four kids that she embraced as her own.

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