The Back Bedroom
So, in my old house, I believe there were one or more malevolent entities in my back bedroom. If I sat up in bed, I could look down the short hallway that held the bathroom and then at the door to the back bedroom which was always shut. There were many nights I would wake up in the middle of the night, thinking I heard something in the back bedroom. I’d turn on the light and sit up in bed and just watch the doorknob, determined that it was slowly trying to turn and something was trying to get out.
Now, I felt things in my room while I was in bed. At first it started with the feeling of a slightly shaking bed…like when the cat is laying at your feet and taking a full body bath, not caring she’s shaking you awake but there was nothing there. Many other times, I would be lying in bed and feel like someone was crawling up the bed from the foot (which was closest to the back bedroom). I could feel the spots in the bed go down as they crawled to me. They would then lay down on my body, lengthwise and my body would turn cold. I would toss the covers back (after laying there petrified for some time) and turn the light on only to find there was no one there. This was very scary for me and led to insomnia. I couldn’t sleep at night well but could sleep fine all day.
When I walked into the room, I could immediately sense the paranormal activity. First, it was always really cold back there. Second, as soon as I entered, I felt a black cloud swarm me and horrible emotions/actions coming out of me back there. After a while, I felt like I could see the black, billowing cloud hovering across the entire ceiling. I always felt sick after going back there and even just being in the house with it was taking a toll on my physical health as well as mental health.
My girlfriend at the time, whom I hadn’t told about the room, came over and I told her she needed to see something in the back room. She was also very ‘sensitive’ to paranormal activity so I was anxious to see what she felt from the back room. She walked down the hall and as soon as she took one step into the bedroom, just past the doorframe, she stopped and wouldn’t come in the room any further.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“There is something malevolent in this room. I feel like my limbs are being weighed down” (another feeling I’d had when back there). “I just can’t go any further in here and we need to smudge the room to clear out the bad ju-ju!”
She and I went to the metaphysical shop in town and bought clear quartz crystals for the window and a lemongrass/sage smudge stick. She came back to my house with me and we smudged the room. We both got the feeling of panic while doing it but afterwards, nothing had changed. The room still gave me the creeps and the little hairs on the back of my neck would stand up.
Eventually, the darkness made its way out of the bedroom and into the bathroom hallway. I started spending as little time in there as possible. I felt like the darkness was crawling across the ceiling and headed towards my bedroom.
After I moved from that house, my health got better, my sleep schedule went mostly back to normal and that sense of constant dread was gone. It had taken its toll on my mental health but once gone, with medications it improved. Thank goodness that the thing in the back bedroom was attached to the house and didn’t/couldn’t follow me to where I moved.
The Girl in Green
How many of you believe in Ghosts? Truly believe? Like, have had your own paranormal activity? My old house had two entities living there with me that only showed up after I was alone in the house.
First, I would wake up in the middle of the night and see a little girl in a green flowing dress with dark hair standing at the foot of my bed just watching me sleep. Now that was a little creepy but I never got a foreboding sense of danger from her. I’d ask her what she wanted and she’d just go skipping down the short hall and into the bathroom. I’d followed her once but she’d disappeared once I was in the bathroom.
I told my girlfriend at the time, about a little girl that comes to the foot of my bed and watches me. She was ‘sensitive’ to these things like me so we decided to get a Ouija board and try to communicate with her. I never gave my girlfriend details on what the girl looked like. We started by asking her ‘yes’ and ‘no’ questions which she answered. I looked up and she was standing behind my girlfriend who was sitting directly across from me.
“Are you cold?” my girlfriend asked though it was the middle of the summer.
“No” I replied knowing that cold air accompanied spirits/ghosts. We asked the girl her name and she kept moving the marker from ‘Z’ to ‘A’ back and forth. I finally got a bright idea and asked the girl if she could read and write and she said ‘no’ hence not being able to spell her name for us. I had guessed, previously, that she was only 3-4 years of age. Next thing I knew, my girlfriend said to me:
“Do you see the little girl in green with dark hair standing next to me?” She was starting to freak out but I reassured her she was the same girl I’d seen and she only wanted to hang out and play. Needless to say, she was scared to go to sleep that night.
I saw the little girl for the entire time I stayed there but she must have been a spirit/ghost of the house as I’ve never seen her since I left. She didn’t follow me. I looked up the history of the house and it turned out that there’d been a house fire there, a long time ago and she died in the house fire but her spirit/ghost was still hanging around for some reason. Was it to make me feel better? Was she really the kind spirit/ghost I thought she was?
More next month on the other haunting in my house and that one will be a creepy/scary one.
Ares had come to the edge of town and stopped to survey the ins and outs of the town. He’d come there for one purpose only, to kill Hephaestus. He’d rode, horseback with his allies Deimos and Phobos for days. All three were known as vicious killers and Ares had become known as the God of War as his killings were so heinous. “Why are we hunting Hephaestus again?” Phobos asked. “Because, lover boy over here wants Aphrodite to himself, even though he’s been with and fathered children with over thirty-two women to date” Deimos responded. Ares ignored them, still strategically studying the small town. It could come down to a massacre but he didn’t care…he liked it that way.The town had all the usual businesses…a saloon, a bank, a general store, an alteration or seamstress store, brothel, law enforcement office, land deed office, church and undertakers office. The men started down the hill to get closer to the town and look for Hephaestus. The three of them rode down the main drag looking around while being watched by the town folk secretly. The men looking in all directions so as not to miss anyone that might try to kill them. See, the small towns of the west really didn’t like strangers or vagabonds that passed through town and were very skeptical of them. Upon finding the undertakers office, the men dismounted and tied their horses up to the pole in front. Two men went to the front with the third man covering the back. A bell sounded when they opened the front door and they entered. After a few minutes, a very handsome young Hephaestus came around the corner to greet the men, unsuspectingly. “Ares” the hateful whisper escaped his lips. “What are you doing here? Please leave,” he said trying to usher the men out. When they refused, he started running toward the rear when he suddenly backed up to them with this hands in the air. Phobos had him at gun point. “She’s MY wife,” the Hephaestus said. “That may be but her heart and soul belong to me,” Ares countered. "I've come to kill you so she and I can be together forever.” “That’s rich coming from you. You who’ve bedded more women than most men,” Hephaestus said. “Either way, there’s a bounty on your head too.” Deimos said. “That may be but I’m the Undertaker and I say there will be no dying from me today.” “Is that so? Then we’ll be back tomorrow,” Ares said and the three men left and headed for a drink at the saloon.
As she stood looking in the mirror, the blood running down her neck and between her bosoms reminded her of him and she smiled a little.
She was cleaning up the bar area as last call had been called over an hour ago. An hour into her shift, the ‘tall, dark and handsome’ type walked in and sat at the end of the bar. He kept his drinking to wine but nursed his glasses of them careful not to gulp them as he usually did for confidence before the hunt. For some reason, human blood tasted better after he’d opened a bottle of wine and indulged himself which was his nightly ritual.
He had just moved in above the bar and after getting ‘black out’ curtains and getting them hung, he was thirsty and his stomach was starting to burn reminding him of the fact that he forgot to eat yesterday so he had to go out to eat today. He thought of all his usual places but nothing seemed appealing. He heard the metal music playing below him so he decided to go check it out.
As soon as he walked in, he was fascinated with the female bartender. He just had to have her. She was plump, long, curly pink hair, black eyeliner, short top to allow her bellybutton to be seen and a tutu of sorts skirt with fishnet stockings and combat boots. With rosy cheeks and large breasts, she bounded over to him to take his order.
“What can I get ya hon?” she asked.
“Merlot. Any year is fine and money is no object” he tried to play it cool with his velvety smooth voice most women swoon for.
“I think I have the perfect one just for you!” she exclaimed and bounded off. While she was gone, he had time to think. ‘Wow, was she pretty and he’d love to wrap his arms around her’ he found himself thinking. This was no longer just about a meal for him but the things he could do to her, if she were willing.
He sat there the whole night, engaging her in pleasant conversation. He even offered to help her clean up but she was having none of that. He finally left and she turned to him with a pout.
“Can I wait outside in the alley will you come up after locking up?” he asked after reading her mind.
“You want me to?”
“Sure. I’d like to get to know you better…if that’s okay with you” he said trying to blush but his pale white skin wouldn’t cooperate.
“I’d love that. One…because I hate walking home at night alone and two…because I want to know more about you too” now SHE blushed and put her head down. He lifted her head to meet his eyes,
“Don’t ever feel ashamed. You are too pretty for that” he complimented her and she blushed again visible even in the dim lightening. “I’ll be waiting for you” he said getting up, gathering up his stuff and walked out the door.
Now was when she went into full panic mode. ‘Would he be there when she came out? What would he be like? Would he like me?’ were all the doubts running through her head. She was concentrating on him so much so that she had to recount the cash drawer three times. She chuckled to herself as she turned out the lights, found her way to the back door and exited it with high expectations. She hoped he’d be there but when he stepped out of the shadows, he was awe inspiring to her. He looked like something out of a movie. She hurried up and locked up the place and started up the couple steps. At the second to last step he held out a hand for her to help her up the rest of the steps. She remembered thinking he was a true gentleman.
He walked her to her apartment which wasn’t very far away and they stood outside talking and talking. Finally, she asked,
“Would you like to come in?” hopefully. He nodded a big ‘yes’ so she let the two of them in and headed up to the second floor. As she fiddled with the keys, she felt hands on her shoulders and hot breath on her neck and it gave her goosebumps up and down her spine. She turned to say something to him when he pushed his lips against hers ever so softly. She melted in to him as he pushed the door open behind them and they entered her apartment. They fell in the door together with him on top.
“Oh geez, I didn’t hurt you, did I? I’m such a klutz” his words pulled on her heartstrings.
“Not at all” she replied almost panting.
“None the less, let’s get you to the bathroom so I can get a good look at the back of your head. You hit it pretty hard” he commanded. He took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom. She’d hoped he’d see the bedroom first and go there but he did not.
Once in the bathroom, he sat her on the closed toilet and ran his long, cooling fingers through her long curls slowly and seductively from behind. He sat on the lip of the tub next to the toilet and she turned to face him.
“I’ve never done this…”
“Shhhh. It’s going to be alright. Magna’s here now. You can relax” he said and with that her shoulders went limp and she uncontrollably leaned into him.
He picked her up and took her into the bedroom where he gingerly laid her on the bed. Her eyes were a little glossed over but he knew that was just one of the side effects of his mind tricks. He stripped her down, then himself before he laid next to her. He ran his index finger over her entire body. He whispered things in a foreign tongue into her ear making it seductively warm.
He took her right wrist and gently pressed his teeth into the vein there. As the warm liquid flowed, the colder her body became. He threw the covers over her for he hated cold blood. As he drank, she moaned uncontrollably next to him. He had planned on killing her as her sacrifice to his need for blood. Instead, he was so seduced by her that he wanted to keep her around. He lay her wrist next to her inside the covers. He then moved to her neck but he drank very little as he liked her.
Before her eyes had fully rebounded, she felt her naked body under the covers. She got up and padded to the bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, she saw the gentle trickle of blood coming down her neck. She hoped to see him again already. He had been so gentle with her and made her feel sensations she’d never felt.
“Come back Magna, come back” she said into the bathroom mirror as she smiled to herself.
She could feel the raw savage of the beast in her that night. She couldn't wait to feel the sensation of her teeth sinking into his skin and then the blood, the insatiable rejuvenating blood that would swirl around in her mouth, dance over her tongue and finally slid down her waiting throat.
She cornered the sniveling little man at the corner of an alley. He tried to hide in the shadows but she saw better in the shadows than any other time and saw him there huddled in a corner crying. Had she been anyone else she might had felt sorry for him but she picked him up by the back of his collar and pinned him to the wall. She then proceeded to drink him to his last drop of blood before dropping the man in a lump on the ground and walking away.
This was her tradition and way of life and she had to be cat-like and savage to stay alive each night. She enjoyed the hunt and kill but she hated it when the humans begged for their lives. It made her want to just break their neck and forget about the blood but she needed the blood so she had to take what she could get. She no longer felt the joy of her breath on their necks, her teeth causing pinpricks and the rejuvenation from the blood as it danced around in her mouth. Now she just tore into their neck, pulling their hair and head back to get at their neck better and drinking the necessary blood needed to stay alive.
The next evening Brenda got cornered in the same alley by the brothers of the man she had drank from the previous night. All five brothers were furious and thought they could fight Brenda. She took the first one, Craig, out with the knife tip on her boot straight across the throat with a roundhouse kick. That caught the other four brothers off guard but only for a few seconds. Another attacked and pinned her arms behind her. He received a nice kick to the groin with a heel knife tip as he released her and fell to the ground holding his groin. The other three circled her and her eyes followed each one of them. The first to attack was Justin and he ran at her and she pushed him headfirst into a brick wall knocking him unconscious. The other two Dean and Ethan decided they were going to save themselves and ran from her. She thought about following them but then decided she had enough to feed on here.
She first took the man, Justin, that ran into the wall and sunk her lusciously long teeth into his neck. The groin guy had missed the major artery down there so she grabbed him and tore into him savagely bleeding him dry also. The first brother, Craig, had bled directly from the neck so there was nothing she could do with him. Dean and Ethan had vowed vengeance on Brenda for the sake of their brothers.
She awoke the next night in a foul mood. She was sorry for letting Dean and Ethan getting away. Never in a million years would she have let that happen. Now she had to constantly be looking over her shoulder for them but she was the cat-like slick one, not them. That was her advantage. She hoped! She was wrong. As she walked along the pier the two men dropped a net on her capturing her and dragged her off to a nearby warehouse. She was furious and thrashed around in the net and then everything went blank. When she awoke, she was tied to a chair by the arms, wrists and around the waist.
"WHAT is the meaning of this?" she demanded.
"We are Dean and Ethan. The brothers of the others you killed and this is going to be our revenge" they said in unison.
"Just how do you plan on doing that?" she asked smugly.
"I'd knock that smug smile off your face if I were you" Dean said.
"Allow us to demonstrate" Ethan smiled and took a knife out of his back pocket and proceeded to slick through Brenda's forearm. She leaned her head back with a sensual "sigh" as the blade ran over her skin.
"I'll be healed in just a few moments. Don't you know us vampires heal quickly?" she asked.
"I hadn't thought about that" Ethan said to Dean quietly.
"Then we'll have to think of something else" Dean mumbled. The entire time Brenda sat there with a giant smile on her face. Dean smacked her across the face to knock the smile off her face and it did the trick too. She was so stunned she wasn't sure what to do.
"There. Do we have an understanding now?" Dean asked. She failed to reply. He swung his hand up in the air again and she said:
"Yes" barely audibly through gritted teeth.
"Ethan, tighten down her restraints so that if she moves they cut into her repeatedly until she scars and eventually she's going to get hungry and I have something special in store for her then too." Dean said maniacally. "We'll have to sleep in shift to keep a constant eye on her, ok?"
"That's fine with me" Ethan agreed.
The two brothers worked like a well oiled machine or like they'd done this before, Brenda couldn't figure out which. They ate fast food and slept in shifts always keeping a close eye on her. One day they gave away their little secret.
"Dean, this is just like being back on the force watching witnesses, isn't it? It's cool!" he said excitedly. 'Ah ha!' she thought to herself. 'Wonder why they don't do that anymore?' she wondered but it explained the fluidity of their movements.
"I bet you're starving" one night Dean said to Brenda.
"Of course I am you idiot. I'm used to feeding on one or two a night every night. You've kept me locked up here with no sustenance for days" she complained.
"Here. Drink from me" Dean bent his head so his neck was directly in front of her mouth.
"DEAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Ethan yelled.
"Trust me. I can handle it. Do it. Go on" he egged her on. She cautiously sunk her beautiful white teeth into his neck and started to drink. As soon as she tasted his luscious blood he pulled away from her.
"You jackass! I should have known it was a trick coming from you!" she exclaimed.
"You're right! This is just a big game for us" he said as Ethan was bandaging his neck for him. "A game we are going to enjoy just like you enjoyed killing our brothers" Dean said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, and I enjoyed every minute of it" Brenda said tauntingly. Dean lurched for her throat and started choking her.
"Dean! Stop! She's just pushing your buttons! Just like the last one! Let go!" Ethan begged. Dean finally released his grip and Brenda choked as air returned to her lungs.
"Just like the last one? So, that's why you were booted from the force. Couldn't control ol' Dean over here" she said snidely.
"Shut up!" Ethan shouted at her and turned to Dean with a consoling look and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"How touching this all is" she said with an uppity tone to her voice "but I'm getting bored.”
Dean grabbed his knife and started sawing off all her hair until she looked like a boy. He then started punching her in the stomach and continued until her ribs were broken and she was black and blue. He couldn't stand the sight of her anymore. Avenged or not, the sight of her turned his stomach.
"Release the restraints Ethan" he commanded.
"What?" he said incredulously.
"Do as I say" he said ferociously. As Ethan undid the restrained Dean went up behind Brenda and grabbed her by what little hair she had left and slit her throat from one end to the other. Ethan recoiled back in horror.
"Why did you have me undo the restraints if you were just going to kill her?”
"It's a matter of principle" Dean said coldly, dropping the knife and walked into the sunset as her body turned to ash with each fading ray of sunshine. It burned from the inside out and then the ashes flew up into the sky like black little ravens.
Why I chose to write!
I choose to write because I am a daydreaming, creative and horribly dark idealist who must have a creative outlet or I will go crazy. I was the one in school that always raised their hand with the correct answer or volunteered to read aloud but when it came to homework, I’d rather be anywhere else. So, I started writing in high school. At first it was just short stories about my friends and cutesy relationships I had, you know, the light and naïve things.
I wrote and daydreamed my way through a few years of college but knew it wasn’t what I really wanted to do. I was more creative and needed as many outlets as possible to let that out. I worked with gems and made jewelry for a while until I got bored. I made soaps and candles until I got bored. I studied Reiki and Tarot until I got bored. See a pattern here? Everything was leading me back to my writing which I had stopped just as my college days had ended because “life” happened.
I started writing again and decided I’d write about something I’d always been thrilled and interested in, vampires. I started with short stories and worked my way up to a novel with a sequel that was published traditionally. The first novel, The Vampire Queen, has a lot of me in it, the biggest part being the main character is bisexual and no one knows that about me except my husband and past lovers. The sequel, The Vampire Chronicles is a little darker as I found my short story writing getting darker as well. In this one, the main character struggles with her sexuality but in the end, she chooses the man which mirrors my life.
I wrote a long short story that I’ve kept in hiding for just the right publisher that is strictly horror-based. It gets down and dirty, is sexual and the main vampire is an all-out deviant. In case you haven’t noticed the theme but all my stories/novels are about vampires. I can’t seem to write about anything else. They intrigue me, made me fall in love with them and fanaticize about them. Why mess with a good thing, right?
In one of my vampire stories, I find myself in a peculiar situation. I’ve started a story, based in my hometown with places that the reader would recognize. I always have made the vampire the hero in my stories. This time, however; I’d like to kill her but have writer’s block on a completely different way to kill her. Sunlight and such was just too obvious but how else to kill a vampire? It, too, mirrors some of my life when it comes to sexuality of the vampire and the relationship with a parent. Much is learned about me and that’s why I choose to write.
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 “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”. “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.
“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.
by Jodie Pierce
For the past decade in the small town of Faeberry, Faria waited patiently for Halloween each year where she was most needed. She was deemed, by the unsuspecting locals, the guardian of the kids as they went from house to house trick-or-treating. If the locals knew her secret, they’d be terrified of her.
Faria worked at the local gothic underground bar. She’d been at the bar for five years and it was well known not to expect her to be working the bar on Halloween. Now, Halloween was Faria’s favorite holiday and on September 30th, after the bar closed, she was known for decorating the bar before she left for the evening. She also had a different Halloween costume for every day of October, always including something special for Devil’s Night, the day before Halloween. This is when she celebrated with the rest of the regulars at the bar. She always came up with different drinks with crazy Halloween names such as Bat’s Blood, Vampire Venom, White Ghost and Pink Princesses as that was the usual costume for most little girls in the neighborhood.
Faria patrolled the streets from on the ground and overhead (though no one knew about the latter) watching for those ‘not playing nicely’ according to her. She would stand up to the bullies that tried to take the younger kids candy and monitor the adults that gave out fruit or anything that wasn’t candy and would deal with them later. Her vengeance didn’t always come that same night but it would still come none-the-less.
Faria had a house up in the forest and that’s where she’d take the wrong-doers to pay for their Halloween crimes. They would just disappear in the middle of the night and never be seen or heard from again. The myth was that Lilith had come back and was killing her ‘children’. She always wore a mask over her eyes and her hair pulled back to keep it out of her way during her work. This made it so the humans didn’t find out her identity allowing her the freedom to do as she wished. The house was so secluded that there were never any trespassers to see inside her house though that would have been difficult with the blackout curtains she had put up in the entire house. The house had six bedrooms of which five held torture devices that she’d personally designed. The entire décor of the house was Halloween themed everywhere you looked.
This year was no different on Halloween. Faria walked the main streets the kids liked to trick-or-treat on, making notes and taking mental pictures of the ‘bad’ people. At the end of the night, she would decide on five people, one for each bedroom in her house and then would make them disappear. She spared with some of the older bullies but for the most part, they knew to behave or they’d get their butt kicked by a woman in front of everyone.
At the end of the night, before the candy would be sorted through and rationed out to the eagerly waiting children, everyone would meet and huddle around the old gallows that were still part of their town from the witch trials. She would have pulled her tied up victims up onto the platform and give them a formal decree, like in the old days of the trials. Each person had the choice to repent or disappear and many times the crowd would chose who stayed and who went. They had no idea what actually happened to the disappearing victims, just myths to go on. They started praying to Lilith on October 1st in hopes that she would spare their families. The townsfolk thought Faria was just the organizer and keeper until Lilith could come and collect her ‘children’. When in fact, it was Faria that tortured and drained the blood from her victims as she was a vampire.
In her early days, she never imagined herself as an accepted enforcer but the tale grew and grew over the years that she could play her role off as strictly that, an enforcer. She enjoyed the attention for it was in written in the vampire conduct code book that they remain in the shadows but she was vain and enjoyed her work.
This year, two people were left bent over with their heads and hands in the lock_______ in the gallows and she hauled away just three to her house of impending horrors. As they followed behind her, wrists bound and tied to a long rope all three of them were attached to so she could drag them along behind her. They were now beyond the starting whimpering. They were grown men and they were sobbing like infants and she hated infants. This just made the anger inside her flare up even further.
She took the men in her house, placing them simply on the floor and tied them down so they couldn’t move or escape in each of their rooms. These rooms were her secrets, each with a torture machine in it that was built by Faria herself. This was the part she always enjoyed most.
First, she would drink their blood, enough to make them disoriented. Then she would lead them into the devices, securing them in place and then would leave them for a while so they could build up the anticipation in their own heads which was sometimes worse than what she planned but rarely. She took pride in her work as she’d always been a protector, even before she’d been made a vampire.
After she was done torturing her victims, she would take their dead bodies and throw them out back creating a giant bonfire which signaled to the townsfolk that ‘Lilith’ had come and taken them away with her. They often let the kids stay up to wait and see the almost ceremonial bonfire she’d created. It was the signal that the sacrifices had been accepted and Halloween was officially over for that year. If only they knew it was more sinister than that!