Dark Pages From Darker Ages

     I'm normally not one to be frightened by ghost stories or by ghost experiences.  Spirits have never really spooked me that much, not even as a child.  But there was one spirit, in particular, I encountered as a child that I would never forget, even though it was gone from my closest memories.  Many things frightened me as a child, but none frightened me more than a spirit that I encountered one fateful day at a local cemetery in my hometown.  One of my more distant relatives was being buried in a cemetery one Fall evening, and much of my extended family was at the funeral.  Many of us were in mourning, but I was in fear of a figure I witnessed hiding just beyond the direct line of sight.        I was sitting towards the back with my family when I saw it, a large humanoid shadow figure with long extending arms, a blank facial expression, and piercing white eyes.  I saw the figure try to reach for my younger cousin's cradle, reaching over, again and again, just t

      There have been many successes and failures in my life, but there's never been a larger failure than this one.  Watching my own business building crumble in freefall from my home in the distance was nothing that I or anyone would have ever expected to happen in their lifetime. But there's no denying the fact that what I've done is deserving.  The business I served under and played a role in was not only deserving but in need of this travesty, as heavy hearted as I acknowledge it.  My company that I had built from the ground up has been devastated by an attack that has destroyed our company headquarters building and was done as a warning to those who I had used and abused.       My company was one of the largest in its business sector, focusing on making the fastest processors on the planet and selling them like hotcakes.  But the materials for each chip don't come cheap, as absurdly as some people may claim the chips to be.  No, the components for each chip n

      I just can't beat them back.  Not even when the fight's in my court.  I've done everything to hold them back from taking my client's life, but there's no hope for him now.  The false accusations against him will lead to his eventual demise, and with all of my efforts, I was still unable to save him from execution.  But I guess that's just the nature of our world now.       Ever since the "visitors" arrived, with their new perspectives and outspoken demands towards humanity, our world has been spiraling out of control.  Everyone believes that those in power are corrupt and have lost all power to these newcomers and massive attacks have been taking place.  Everyone is at war with each other.  Serial killers used to be the most feared danger that people in the world wished to never encounter, But mass killings and entire demonstrations of pain and destruction are conducted every single day by people some may have once called friends.        

The existence of this being belongs only in lore and legend of the cold American wilderness of Nebraska, where a lone farmer and his family lived in relative solidarity.  There was a nearby town of Broken Bone, where the farmer would take his livestock and produce to market, but his family lived rather private lives out on their farm near the woods.  Their peace was broken one day when the farmer’s aunt requested a stay on his farm.  The farmer’s wife deeply protested his aunt’s presence and deplored her practice of the dark arts, but he obliged with his aunt’s request.     His aunt took her stay in a spare home on the farm and mostly kept to herself, but the practice of dark arts by the aunt deeply disturbed the farmer’s wife.  The farmer ignored his wife’s complaints and protest for many months on end.  The wife told the children to stay away from their great aunt.  “You stay away from your great aunt!  She is evil, and I do not care what your father says about her.  Do not b

         The origins of Candied Krim are not distinct, but many say that the legend of Candied Krim dates back to the 1920s, in the busy city of Chicago, where the streets bustled, and everyone worked to have their keep.  Even boys at their young age would look for a job to either earn money for themselves or for their families.  As was the case with Henry Fletcher, a young teenager who was the son of an Irish immigrant who had fallen ill, and required his son to find a job to help support his family.  He had a younger sister who had tragically died a year before his father had fallen ill, and his mother was not able to go and help find work and money for the family.  It was up to Henry to become the breadwinner for his family.  This left Henry with little choice but to find a decent job that he enjoyed, and to help bring in money for his family.  One of his father's friends owned a candy shop and offered Henry a job if he was willing to work hard in both making and selling t

        Oh! It's so beautiful!  The wonderful rides as they spin around!  The bright colors popping from every corner!   The beautiful music that is pouring into my ears!  All of these beautiful sensations are just flooding into my mind!  Oh.  How I've dreamt that this day would arrive.  After years of mistreatment by mother, I finally have my wish.  It was all thanks to my friend Krim, and the plan was so simple.     Mother was always so terrible around the house.  While father was off on business trips, she would invite other men to our home and perform strange acts with them.  I hated how distant she had become with me and with Father.   He sent us a telegram before asking how mother and I were, but she lied to him and said that everything was fine.  Our servant, Alfonso did his best to cheer me up, but Mother would drown herself in drink succumb to her sorrow.  Her sorrow would often turn to fits of rage and she would unleash her rage upon our home and upon me.  Alf

The existence of this being belongs only in lore and legend of the cold American wilderness of Nebraska, where a lone farmer and his family lived in relative solidarity.  There was a nearby town of Broken Bone, where the farmer would take his livestock and produce to market, but his family lived rather private lives out on their farm near the woods.  Their peace was broken one day when the farmer’s aunt requested a stay on his farm.  The farmer’s wife deeply protested his aunt’s presence and deplored her practice of the dark arts, but he obliged with his aunt’s request.     His aunt took her stay in a spare home on the farm and mostly kept to herself, but the practice of dark arts by the aunt deeply disturbed the farmer’s wife.  The farmer ignored his wife’s complaints and protest for many months on end.  The wife told the children to stay away from their great aunt.  “You stay away from your great aunt!  She is evil, and I do not care what your father says about her.  Do

       I have a hard time dreaming.  Well...saying that I have a "hard time" sleeping would be an understatement.  I haven't had a dream in nearly five years.  I haven't had a figment of a dream, no recollection of any part of a dream, nor did I ever feel that I even had a dream.  It's normal for some people to not have dreams all the time, and that is expected.  Some people have dreams every night, some have maybe one or two every week or every couple of weeks, some have maybe only one a month, but I've never heard of anyone who hasn't had a dream in five years.  I may be an anomaly in that regard, but I had an experience many years ago that make me think otherwise.  Allow me to explain.         This began after my final attempt at taking my life.  I was trying to take my life to escape the voices in my head and the hallucinations that I experienced.  I had a loaded Glock pistol ready and has the barrel rested upon my tongue as I read