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The Darkness
As the sunsets upon the horizon, a fear comes over you. The darkness has come to claim what the light had once avowed to be its own. The ones that are known as the night walkers rise to play, they embrace the darkness with their open arms. They walk in search of that perfect victim with which to take and do with as they will. Feeling your fear is an unimaginable experience, some would even say erotic. Using the darkness as to conceal them selves, a hindrance to you. Coming up behind taking your life away. The warmth of the blood courses through their veins fulfilling them deep within. You lie limp within their arms, then are discarded as if you never existed. Moving on to find the next one to claim, and take just as you had been taken. As you come in this house your fate is written in stone. You shall not leave. Your life is no longer your own. For in this dwelling resides the creatures of the night. You look about, fear paralyzing you.

You figure out you have entered a vampires home!







I Died Today...
Walked to the bathroom thinking of taking a long hot bath. Turning on the water letting it flow a hot as I could stand it. I walked to the cabinet to grab a towel.
Seeing just sitting there a new box of sharp razors. Next thing I know is that I was sitting there with steam rising around me, flipping the razor between my fingers, watching the light glisten off of it. Taking it I slowly placed a mark on my wrist. Changing hands making an identical mark on the other.
Dropping the razor onto the water I look amazed at what I had done. Watching as little red droplets hit the water, making a cloud then dissipating. Bring my wrist to my mouth tasting the warmth of my bittersweet blood. All of a sudden my head started swimming as if on a good drunk, I laid my head back wanting it to stop.
Next thing I knew of was the faint sounds of people shouting.
So far away they seemed to be.
Being lifted out of the tub and placed in a vehicle of some sorts.
Still hearing those far away voices.
Ones I didn't recognize and one that I did.
My MOM
I was taken to a place, I had to hold my eyes shut tight, the light was so intense. An eerie silence fell, then...
I'm sorry. She is gone.

Dedicated to a good friend, upon request the name is withheld
Sept 23, 1975 to April 16, 2001



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