Ray moved past the large locomotives. They rested in the darkness of the roadhouse from their long travels through the day and night. Each one looming tall, a behemoth of steel and steam, waiting to be awoken again to begin their journeys. He ran his hand across each pilot.

He had a gift.

At one time, he stood on the plains and he saw a train streaming across the tracks on an autumn day. The clouds above were dark and gloomy, but the sun shone through one spot, rays of sunshine lit the train and track up like it was being guided by the heavens. He must have been five or six. When the whistle sang, it flowed right through each fiber of his being. The train talked to him, told him his destiny. Invited him to help. From that moment, trains spoke to him, his mechanical knowledge grew exponentially, and he wound up being head mechanic at the train yard. Throughout the years he worked, day and night, on all problems and maintenance on the trains. Each one knew him, and he knew each one in the yard. Whenever a train had issues, they would send for him. Intuition, magic, he didn’t know, but he could feel where to look in his very being.

Tonight he had worked on the Super Chief. All the way from California it had made its way back to the midwest. Its bright red and yellow front dimmed in the darkness. A few parts needed to be greased up, checked the new diesel engine. One of the first of its kind. He usually didn’t work late nights anymore, not like he did when he was younger. He had family now, but some nights, every other month, they needed special attention. Ray moved out of the roadhouse and into the fresh night air. He looked towards the conductors tower over looking the yard. A ladder rose to a hatch which he threw open and climbed up. Inside was large windows looking over the north side of the train yard. A control panel sat below them. In the back was a small room he had put a small bed and some food when he stayed over night. It provided a good little shelter for him.

Ray pulled a lunch box from under the bed and took out a sandwich then moved to sit in the chair in front of the control panels. He liked the stillness of the yard. He would sit, drink a bit of coffee or tea, and have a sandwich looking at all the trains and tracks trailing into the distance. Ray took a bite of his sandwich and leaned over the control panel. Out in-between two train cars, fog rolled below the wheels and furrowed up the sides. Outlined in the fog looked like a man. He wasn’t the only one in the yard, but this man looked different. It had to be the fog or distance messing with his sight. Ray swallowed and stood up. The figure moved forward.

It wasn’t his sight.

The figure was tall, its head reaching the top of the train cars that it was moving through. Then there were the arms, they were long, hanging just above the ground, swinging slightly as its long legs pumped up and down.

Ray moved and locked the hatch that he had come up from. The figure moved slowly towards the conductor tower then disappeared underneath. He backed away from the hatch and towards the small room in the back. Thumps came from the ladder and then crawled up the wall. A hand appeared on the window. Long string like fingers spread across, then another hand planted itself on the glass, quicker then he could catch, the thing moved rapidly across the windows in a blur to the roof. Its footsteps pounded on the metal roof above. Ray slid back into the room and shut the door. Pounding followed him until it was right above. The room filled with metallic ringing of the roof vibrating and bending under the force. Then it stopped. Ray’s ears rang and adjusted to the silence.

Knock knock.

He stared up at the ceiling.

It came again. Knock knock.

“Let me in” a voice called.

Knock knock.

Ray scrambled to the floor and under the bed.

It began to whisper to him, he couldn’t understand the words. He covered his ears with his hands, but the voice wasn’t coming from the air. It came from his head. Like an internal dialogue with himself, it was soft, constant and scrambled his thoughts.

A gun shot rang out.

“Ray!”

The thing on the roof shuffled around and the whispering let him go.

“Ray! Are you okay?”

It was Ray’s shift master Tommy. A horrible screeching noise came from outside and the metal roof shook as the thing launched its self off. Ray scrambled out from under the bed and looked out the windows to see Tommy and another man below. He unlatched the hatch and crawled down to meet them.

“Ray, what the hell was that?”

“You okay?” The other man said in an English accent. He wore a long trench coat and a top hat. His face looked clean, but worn in at the same time. A manicured mustache swept under his long nose.

Ray spun to look towards the conductors tower then back at them “Yeah, I think so, what was that?”

“Tell me what happened?” The man rummaged through his coat and pulled out a small note book.

Ray recounted seeing the tall man in the yard, it climbing up top and then the whispering. The last part made the man stare up from his notes at him.

“It whispered to you? Whispered what?”

“I couldn’t understand it, it come from within, I tried to cover my ears, but I could still hear it”

The man put the notebook away. “The name is Jeremiah Sinclair. I’m hunting that thing. Count yourself lucky and unlucky. Most of the time I find skin or a bloody pulp of a body following the Tall Man. Lucky you’re alive, but unlucky that there is a chance it won’t leave you alone. I’ve never heard of it whispering to anyone before.” He pulled out a compass. It was ornate and made out of some blue crystal material which glowed. Jeremiah held it up and it spun then locked towards the woods south of the train yard.

“Your saying that it might follow me home?” Ray looked at Tommy.

Jeremiah put the compass back in his coat “High chance, I’m sorry Ray.”

Ray looked around the train yard, quiet once again, still with the sleeping bodies of metal giants. He looked east to where his house and family slept for the night. The whispering swirled in his mind.

I can’t go back.

“Jeremiah, I am a master mechanic and have kept my self in good condition. Let me help you”

“Wait, Ray -“ Tommy interjected.

Jeremiah put up his hand and stared deeply into Ray’s eyes. He knew. He had seen it before.

“You sure? I’ve been hunting this thing for a whole year. From England across the seas to America. I won’t stop till it is dead. Its behavior is erratic, I have used people like you as bait before” He tried it before. Tried to protect the person, failed. He thought he could save her. “Are you sure?”

Ray saw his wife and son sleeping in his mind. What he saw and heard terrified him. If there was even a chance of the Tall Man following him home. He could not go back. He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket “Pen?” Jeremiah handed him one.

“Here” he handed Tommy the note “Please give this to my wife, explain in the best way you can Tommy. I’m counting on you”

Tommy took off his small hat and grabbed the note “Ray, this is crazy.” Tommy said with a look of sadness “You come back in one piece Ray, your the best I have ever seen, you have a gift. I will take care of your family”

Tommy put his hat back on and stuck out his hand. Ray took it firmly.

“I have a small bag of things in the roadhouse, that’s all I need.” Ray stuck out his hand to Jeremiah “Looks like we are partners for some time”

Jeremiah smiled. He had met a lot of strangers on his path. Something about Ray was different, maybe what ever Tommy said about his gifts, but Jeremiah sensed something deeper. He took his hand and shook with vigor.

“Partners.”

Happy Halloween!

It has been a spooky two months (I start celebrating spooky season beginning of September ) I love trains. When I was kid I would watch this train VHS on repeat. The size and look of them, how they operate and the senes of travel you have with a train is incredible. I went to the train museum in Kyoto, Japan and saw some amazing locomotives. It is too bad that US has sorta gotten rid of passenger trains.

I had this vision of this encounter. I had it in here for a while, but decided to make it my halloween story this year. Ray and Jeremiah could become an interesting team up following the Tall Man through 1940’s America.

Watch out late at night and Happy Halloween!

Till next time ~

“What would you be havin today?” A man in denim overalls stood outlooking the wheat fields that went on as far as the eye could see.

Zak looked out as well, but didn’t see anything besides the Goldens rows. He looked up at the man and said “Just a black coffee please, and a small slice of pumpkin pie. It’s been long trip here”

The man stepped back without even looking at him and retuned to the inside of the small diner. Zak peered inside where a few customers sat in retro style booths and stools. A few outside tables and seating had been set in front of the large windows. An odd choice, but the weather was nice and he had been cooped up in his car for three days. It was nice to sit among the sun rays and fresh air.

He pulled a small notebook from his trench coast and flipped through to the latest page.

Golden Falls, North Dakota - Two incidents, 3 months apart. Agency sent three, none came back.

Report back on Sept 15th.

He took out a pen and made a note of the diner and the man waiting on him and what he had seen so far. He had come in this morning and this diner lay on the outside of the town. Surrounded by golden wheat farms on almost sides then a barrier of lush trees in the center with dips of elevation that could cause one other think they were in an other state. From his research it was an idle town of ten thousand people. Crime rate one of the lowest in the countries and rated one of the best places to move to, if you could find property.

That was until his agency followed a large cult leader to the town. Then things started to look a bit more realistic or at least normal for small towns.

“Coffee, pie. How you be paying? Cash?” The man set each piece down with little caution.

“Yes, cash would be fine.” He handed him a ten “Please keep the change”

The man stared at the money for a long moment then finally bolted them at Zak.

“Thanks, enjoy your time here.” He said and returned inside.

Zak took a sip of the coffee and smiled. It was delicious and the view only made it better. The sun was shining and a couple of clouds skimmed the sky making his view a Van Gogh painting. The pie was next, a small slice, but that’s all he needed. He down it in two bites. Again, what a marvel it was when a place could instill such flavor into a few ingredients. He nodded to himself taking another sip of coffee. He knew that he had to enjoy every moment of this life. He had seen it slip away far too easily in the past.

He took the west road in. Past the diner he glided his car through fields of gold until he hit the forest. He could see it in the distance as he approached, but it seemed so foreign out here in the middle of the wheat that he thought it might be a heat mirage. Large cedars rose in a line and engulfed him from all sides casting him into shaded darkness. The road became more windy and hills heaved him up and down as if he was near the coast line. There was nothing between the beginning the forest and the town, just miles of trees and nature. He rolled down a large hill and rounded a corner where a large sign sat in an outcome of the trees.

Welcome to Golden Falls!
You have never seen a place like this.

Zak stopped at and peered at the sign. It looked brand new, not spec of decay on it. Must be new, the article he saw was only from a few years ago. He continued onward.

The trees broke away and rows and rows of victorian houses in all different colors lined both sides of him. Perfect manicured lawns with sidewalks stamped out front leading all the way to the end of a culdasac and back out to the main road. He came to a stop at the top of a hill in the pristine neighborhood. Down below he could see main street beyond another cluster of trees. Four streets, two going west to east and two others going north to south. Old timey looking buildings of brick lay on each side of the streets. Small streets sprouted from the middle of the side walk and it looked like everything else to be in perfect condition. He let his foot off the brake and let himself glide right down into town. Some residents were out and about strolling on the cool autumn day, he could see some enjoying meals or inside the shop windows. He veered off and parked in one of the metered spots. Eyes glanced, but non lingered. Zac opened the middle compartment of his car and pulled out a .45 and slid it into his holster under his arm. You never knew what you were getting into. He had been stabbed once in a peaceful coastal town by a psychopath he was tracking. If other agents had disappeared here he wouldn’t take a chance of being ambushed. He got out of the car and smoothed back his blonde hair, nodding to a women who smiled across the street. He walked a bit far down to the first intersection, on the corner was a coffee shop with a turret of windows that fit the corner. Next to it was a small bar with two gas lanterns on each side of the door, it was called the Lanternier. Zac pushed through the large dark green door.

Inside were booths on the left running along the brick wall to the back while a massive bar ran parallel on the right side. A few booths were occupied and a three people sat on stools at the bar. He joined them.

The bartender stood at the far end talking to one of the customers and then slid along the bar, still polishing his glass in front of Zac.

“Good morning, haven’t seen you around in a while. What can I get for you?” The bartender asked. His eyes matched his smile. Secrets.

Zac looked around the back bar at the liquor bottles then at the tap. “Something light for me, a beer please, what ever you suggest. And this is actually my first time here.”

The bartender nodded and glided back the middle of the bar and pulled a light beer and returned. He stood silently eyes fixed on Zac’s then finally said “Well, you know sometimes folks look alike. Simon Teller is my name, bartender of the Laneternier. Welcome to Golden Falls - “ Simon stuck out his hand.

Zac shook it firmly “Zac, thank you”

“Zac” Simon repeated slowly “Well if there is anything you need, let me know. I’ll be around” With that Simon shifted, eyes still on Zac to the middle the bar and as if he had to pry his eyes away snapped his head in the other direction.

Zac sat sipping his beer, keeping his eyes shifting back and forth to the customers in the back and to the windows. He noticed a few people walk by but the mid day morning was pretty much empty. When his beer was almost empty Simon slid back in front of him. His eyes had attached to him mid bar and he knew that there was a visit soon.

“Another beer for you Zac?” He smiled.

Zac leaned back in the stool and pulled out a picture of one of the agents. “No, Simon, that was good enough. Just wondering, I had friend pass through here a while ago, trying to get in touch with them and they called from here, did you see them at all?” Zac slid the photo across the bar. Simon pried his eyes away from Zac and in a quick glance peeked down

“Nope” he answered sharply then met Zacs gaze “Hadn’t seen him before. Maybe try the east side of town, past the river. Folks sometimes pass here an end up over there before leaving.” Simon took the glass “Good luck”

“Thanks” Zac threw a few dollars on the bar and returned to the street. The sun was shining bright, but the autumn wind cooled him down as it swept across the street. He took one more glance, got in his car and headed to the east side of town.

The river cut the town in a third. Most of the town rested on the west side of it, while a few shops were immediately after the bridge then residential and bed and breakfasts started to pop up in the trees and hills. No matter where he looked, the views were stunning. Up among the trees sat a large colonial blue house. A large turret framed the left side of the house and a wrap around porch on two levels gave plenty of room for large rocking chairs. The garden in the front was expertly maintained with a small fountain sitting among roses and small bushes with an ornate paved walk way from the driveway to the front steps. Zac stepped inside the parlor which looked just the way he imagined it would. Upholstery, flower wallpaper and dark wood accenting everything. A women popped up from behind the desk. Her smile and outfit matched the decorations.

“Well, what do we have here? Just come into town?” She beamed at him while opening the giant register book.

“Yes, three night please. Pretty town you have here” Zac had to fight the urge to start asking about his partners, but knew that he took a large chance exposing himself at the lanternier already. Better to keep it down low for a bit, he was already being watched like a hawk by any townsfolk that was in seeing distance.

“Mary’s the name” She flipped the guest register towards him. “If you need anything while you are around, just ask, okay?” She turned and selected room 4 for him. “Best view in the whole place”

Zac spied that the rest of the keys were still hanging around behind her. He was the only occupant it seemed. He signed a fake name and address on the register and paid in cash.

“Thanks Mary, will do” he smiled back and took the key from her. She stared at him smiling ear to ear un moving as he backed away from the desk. He peered back at her as he moved up the stares. She still stood motionless, eyes locked on him. He decided Mary might need to be watched more closely than the others.

Night fell peacefully over the small town. The lanterns on the side of the streets glowed orange and everything shushed to a whisper as lights tuned on from the many houses and restaurants still open down on the main. Zac’s room was decorated like the rest of the place, but it was spacious and he could see the whole town from the turret windows. It was ideal.The winding roads through the small neighborhood and into town could be clearly seen and he could even see all the way down the west street, where the lanternier was. He pulled out a pair of binoculars. It was time for some rear window habits. He first scouted out the small houses close to his bed and breakfast. Most were dark, but a few had residents outside on their porch enjoying a night cap. He moved down the street to the edge of town. For a small town he was surprised to see so many residents out late at night, or they could be visitors, but from seeing the empty rooms here, he doubted. As he had passed through town earlier he noticed cigar, and cocktail lounges, trendy old style cafes, a diner and elaborate fancy restaurants. He followed the Main Street up other the east edge then back up the hills looking straight at him. Large cottage style houses, like the one he was staying in stared at him with illuminated eyes. He took a peak. The first few windows were covered in white linen showing shadows moving about behind them. He couldn’t discern what they were doing. A large blue house shone bright, all the windows were lit, all the way from the small slit form the basement to the circle attic window saying hello, we are open for business. He swept across them.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

Then, two people. A man and women looking down at something on the floor. The women had her hands on her hips and was shaking her head in disapproval. The man had his hands crossed and scratched his chin with his right hand looking intently at the floor. Zac joined them at what they were looking at.

A body.

Zac pulled away from the binoculars, shook his sight and then went back in.

A man lay at their feet, knife protruding out from his chest. Clearly dead. He looked back at the couple. They seemed not concerned, but more annoyed at the dead man at their feet. Zac took out a tape recorder.

“A man and a women in large blue house on the east side of town. Women, late 30’s brown hair down to shoulders, 5,6ish, man early 40’s 6,1, short black hair. Both are standing over a body of a man with a knife lodge in his chest. No movement. No excitement, no commotion, both discussing over the body. Hard to see more, but the whole house is lit up, maybe they were searching for the man. Will investigate tomorrow.”

Zac put down the tape recorder, but left It running encase anything else happened. He watched for another hour, while the couple walked in and out of the room, turning off the lights and finally the one where the body was. They left the man there, on their floor. Just dead.

He put down the binoculars and rubbed his eyes. Maybe it is a party they are setting up or something, like a murder mystery?

Just as he was about to head to bed, the light in the room turned back on. He jumped to the window and looked. The room was empty for a while, then out of the left corner the women appeared. Dressed in some sort of black and red gown, she wore a mask that looked like a jester smile and mischievous eyes. It was white, but the smile and eyes were red. She pulled the knife out of the man and observed the red stained metal. Then in a violent display she fell to her knees straddling the man and stabbed him over and over again. He must of been dead for a while, as blood did not spray out from the corpse, but oozed and splashed heavily around her and on her gown. Panting and withdrawing the knife she stood up. With knife in her right hand she took her left and steered blood over the mask, took a large breathe in and exited his frame.

The lights went out.

I love Twin Peaks. The characters, atmosphere and the whole production is something special and I just finished reading Wayward pines, which was inspired by Twin Peaks. I have always have the fascination with the small idealic town that just doesn’t seem right when you start peeling back its layers. Our protagonist is based on the Character Zachary ‘Zack’ Morris from Saved by the Bell. I imagined when he grew up he became an FBI agent, putting his tricks and gimmicks away, but using his charm and wit to solve some interesting crimes. He’s mellowed out a bit since high school, but his trickster side is still there serving him well. Let’s see what tricks he can pull on the inhabitants of Golden Falls!

Cheers!

A crunch came from the impact of the metal pole against his shins. He screamed behind the gag as the pain rippled up his leg and pulsed through his whole body.

“Oo, that one sounded good” A tall man that held the bat said as he moved to the side to look at his handy work “Shattered”

“What’s left to break? Ribs?” A girl sat on a small chair opposite from the tied up man. She wore a thin veil of white, but she wasn’t old enough to know the significance.

“How many fingers we have left. Two? Let’s get those first” a shorter stout man stood to her left. Brothers and sister all intertwined in a sadistic theater of torture and pleasure.

“This one lasted a lot longer than the others. Surprised me, still awake and breathing after all that? We didn’t even need to use the smelling salt or anything. A strong one.” The man sat the bat down and tore the blind fold off the tied up man. Both eyes were purple, bruised and small flecks of light refracted off bulging flesh. “Maybe we take his eyes”

With that the man in the chair seemed to chuckled. Laugh? Behind his gag. His whole body convulsed and spit ran down his chin as his teeth shone and lungs worked.

The tall man back up “What’s so funny?” He picked up the sheers.

“Cut him up Shane” the girl smiled “Take his eyes, then his tongue”

The man let out a howl of laughter. Blood leaked from all contusions and bloody stumps where toes and fingers used to be.

The shorter brother walked up and smacked him so hard that he rocked back and forth, but the laughter grew even louder. The girl stood up.

“Make him stop, no one laughs at us, even if they are half crazed”

Shane moved to place another finger between the blades, but as he did the mans hand seemly un bothered by missing fingers and shackles reach around and plowed into the side of Shanes neck. The girl and the younger brother backed up immediately as the man slithered out of his bonds, his bloody stumps of hands slashing, slicing and piecing Shane as he screamed trying to fend him off with the sheers to no avail. Tendrils of black whisped off the mans back and his body and limbs turned more beast then man. Claws, serrated and thick burst through flesh and started to rip Shane open. Blood, screams and meat sprayed out form under the beast who was the man.

“Jim do something, do something!” The girl screamed her eyes wide unable to pull away from the massacre of her brother.

Jim stepped forward, but in a flash he slipped and fell to the ground. He tried to stand again, but both his legs had been cut clean at the knees. He reached for his phantom limbs and screamed as the man stood up from Shanes now desecrated body.

“Damn, that was a little messy, wouldn’t you say?” The beast was a shadow of horror that now formed into a man. His hair black as night, face pale white with strong features. His eyes deep and black. He seemed to float as he caught the girl as she tried to run for the stairs.

“Please, please stop” she screamed and thrashed around.

He looked at her, a soft smile upon his face. He pulled her to the cold wall and spoke in a deep confident, but hushed voice

“How many people have you killed, tortured? Many. I know. I have felt them”

The girl started to sob. The make up she wore for the kill now running down her face “Please, don’t kill me, have mercy, please” she begged.

The screams from Jim were now fading as his consciousness faded from blood loss.

The man licked his lips “Mercy? Let me ask you, if I would have asked for mercy back in that chair, would I have received it?”

He held her firm, her eyes flashed to his.

“Everything is mirror my dear child. What you do is reflected onto you. Was there ever any mercy for me? The others? Of course not. So you have your answer.You will have plenty of more pain once I am done with you.” He smiled showing sharp teeth “Now, let us dance”

The shed was out back in a broken down part of the neighborhood. Rows of shantie houses locked side by side in decay a mile long. The neighbors started to complain about the rats and soon the police found the basement of the shed. That’s when they were called in.

Tom stood in the middle of the room, blood and body parts strewn around the walls. He stared at the girl. Arms and legs ripped from body hung in a macabre scene. Her face screamed eternally and eyes held pure despair. He sighed heavily and walked back up stairs and into the yard where James stood looking up into the sky with a donut in hand.

“Is it our man?” James said still staring up at the clouds.

Tom scratched the side of his head. A serial killer of killers. The brutality of each scene was starting to add up in Tom’s conscious. They were on his track. This demon roaming the streets.

“Yup” Tom blew out a full breath of air “They found bodies, seven, eight, maybe more in the lower level of the basement and of course the brothers and sisters splashed across the room”

James pursed his lips and then took a large bite of his donut. Chocolate frosting with sprinkles. “Yeah, you know, maybe we just let this dude clean up the city? He’s great bait and he cleans up after himself, in the killing of killers type of way”

“You know there is always a bigger reason why they do what they do. There is a reason that will lead to bigger trouble down the road.” Tom ground his teeth. He pushed the tormentor out of his mind which had been growing louder since seeing the women in Tyler’s basement. He recomposed and spied at James.

James turned and offered the donut to Tom. He turned it down “Ya, you’re right” he said then brushed the crumbs off his mustache. “The Hidler family huh? Where are the parents when you need them?”

“Probably in the basement” Tom answered.

James laughed “Good one, probably.” He finished off the rest of the donut and made his way back to the main house. A shambled mess of garbage stacked to the roof top, rotted food and rats. It was clear that the Hidler family was in the business of killing and not cleaning. Tom looked back at the small shed that held the basement. Among all these houses, all these windows, how many eyes saw them bring their victims down there, or just looked upon the shed. Not knowing the horrors and carnage happening beneath the surface. Just couple hundred feet.

For a moment, a brief moment, Tom agreed with the demon they were chasing.

Happy Birthday to me!

We meet Tom and James after being introduced to our killer of killers that they are chasing. There are many horror movies where the whole family is in on the “fun”. Control is always ecstasy until the illusion is broken. When you are no longer the top of the food chain, how does that feel?

I actually have two stories I wrote on my Birthday, this one and Wizards Peace (which is still being edited at the moment), that one is a bit more relaxed and less gruesome. The balance is needed. See you in another time.

What Lies Behind
Stacked Deck

Cheers~

“Hey! Watch me, watch me, are you watching?” Tyler swung around on the monkey bars and hanging upside down flailing his arms in all directions.

His parents smiled and gave a clap then returned to talking to his grandmother on the bench just outside of the playground.

Plastic tubes ran from the ground and snaked around to square compartments that held bubble outcoves. The playground had many semi tall structures that held tubes that went to each one, like a fast food playscape, but outside and mixed with open air natural ideas. The floor of the whole area was smoothed with a bouncy non lethal rubber that was soft to the touch and even if an adult fell they would only feel the gentle pressure of gravity being dissipated as they impacted the surface. At the front of the playground was a large arch that made it look like a building that had its insides carved out. Facades of windows and balconies were adorned on the outside to give it a city feel. On the outskirts and strewn within were benches and some picnic tables for the adults to keep an eye on their kid and talk amongst themselves of the world’s problems.

Tyler rounded a tube and stumbled into one of the square buildings. It wasn’t full enclosed, the corners of the walls had small slits in them to connect them to the outside and the roof was elevated a few feet to let the sun and wind gently enter. He looked out the bubble window at his parents and knocked on it. They waved. And he went back to exploring.

Tylers parents, Daniel and Samantha sat close. They had just lost Daniels father and his mother sat on the bench with them.

“I keep telling you Mom, come out here for a bit more time. Tyler would love to have you around and well, I could tolerate you” Daniel gave his Mom a smile and his wife playfully hit him on the chest.

“Really, it would be no problem for us at all. We have plenty of guest rooms, food and I could use all the help I can get with that one” Samantha sent a glance over at the playground. She couldn’t see Tyler, but she could hear him banging around in those large tubes.

His Mom looked out for a moment away from them. There was nothing back in Virginia for her. Just an empty house filled with memories of happiness and pain. A lingering ghost that she wished she could touch, talk to or see again.

Her thoughts were interrupted by large banging coming from the playground.

“Okay Tyler, calm down buddy we are here”

The banging continued, but became more aggressive, rapid, louder. Daniel stood.

“Tyler stop messing around, come on out, now” he yelled.

Rubber against polymer squeezed and the banging stopped.

Silence.

Samantha and his Mom stood up “Tyler? Sweetie, please come out here”

Cold panic set in. Daniel bolted into the playground, sliding into the small spaces and moving through tight polymer tubes towards where the sound came from.

He reached the square room and looked down the red tube where the sound came from. He peered out the bubble window.

“What do you see?” Samantha asked.

Daniel stuck his head into the tunnel and looked, but he didn’t see anything. The tunnel turned and went deeper into the playground.

“I don’t see anything, I have to keep going.”

That was the last thing they heard from him.

He moved into the tunnel and sloped around the corner.

“Tyler!” His words bounced around and kept bouncing deeper.

Daniel kept sliding down the tube, it kept going in a circle. He was sure that the tunnels should have ended from what he saw on the outside. The steepness took a sharp degree and he could no longer hold him self and started to slide down. He flopped out the slides entrance and onto a smooth rubber surface.

He sat up and stared into the sky, or what would have been a sky. A jumbled mess of colored playscape tubes roped around in all directions, snaked around each other and covered the entirety above him. Around him was a small courtyard that was fashioned as a small square. A fountain sprayed water in the center and thick benches sat around it. The floor was a mixture of the rubber material and a fake turf that gave it an artificial natural feeling. Lamps lined the outside of the a rubber path that went to the fountain and continued to an entrance to a building. The walls looked like a New York high society alleyway. Cobble stone with cute balconies and windows lining all the way to the top.

It was impossible. Daniel moved past the fountain and found a shoe at the other entrance. White reeboks with a dinosaur on them.

He stared at the large entrance, more polymer and large children facades lay inside.

He clutched the shoe “Tyler!”

The man sat down in the large leather chair and leaned back.

“How many incidents?”

“Fifteen that we know of”

The man rubbed his eyebrows with his thumb and forefinger. “Jesus, how many involved?”

“Twenty. Fifteen children and five adults.”

A knock came at the door.

“What is it ?” The man yelled still rubbing his eyebrows.

A lady stuck her head through the door “Ada is here to talk about the next steps, shall I have her wait?”

The man looked past his secretary at Ada. Her eyes were like vipers, staring right into his soul. She could never wait. What ever that women had on her mind, they were all hanging from her strings.

“Bring her in, Miss Shaw, thank you for the report, please keep me updated.”

Miss Shaw stood up taking her binder. As she exited she stopped Ada.

“We will find them Mrs.Noether, I promise you”

Ada smiled. It was a smile that could destroy the world. Full of unbridle confidence, a godlike consciousness dressed in sex and power.

“Thank you Miss Shaw” She leaned in “ I will find them. Please continue on containing the other incidents. Once our plans are finished we will get them all back”

Miss Shaw bowed and moved past her.

“Now, let’s get down to business” Ada said and closed the door behind her.

I was out for a walk the other day later in the day and there is a playground that I always pass by. When I passed the parents were sitting on the bench and talking and there was a loud banging coming from the playground, but I couldn’t see the child. I thought of my plastic yarn story and what if the loud noise was no so innocent. I wonder what company actually made the materials for the playgrounds?

No where is safe when dimensions can be crossed.

Till next time ~

He looked down at his watch then back towards the large building that loomed infront of him.

Noon. On a Friday.

He checked his watch again with a flick of his wrist, his cold steel blue eyes reflecting off the diamond glass. Each small tick of the second hand made him twitch.

“Sam!” A voice called to him and he snapped his wrist back down to his side. A bright smile came to his face as he stood up. A man dressed to the nines in a green suit and hat extended his arm and then gave him a big hug.

“Sam, how long has it been, years right? Looking good.” The man took a seat next to Sam.

Sam removed his own burgundy hat and smoothed back his grey hair then readjusted the hat on his head “It has been quite a long time hasn’t it Mack. Business alright?”

Mack nodded “Oh, business is fantastic, never better”

Sam stared into Macks’ teal eyes. A lie.

“When you telegrammed me I had to double check the name, I thought, there is no way Sam Hilde is trying to get a hold of me. You practically disappeared after, well you know, after that. What’s this all about anyway?”

Sam continued to look, search in Macks face. No sign of remorse, no sign of wrong doing, no sign of empathy. To Mack, Sam was just another road block that had been removed.

“Do you remember when you told me about the Charlette deal? I put my money up, made the deals and well it didn’t go so well for me did it?”

A quick smirk came to Macks mouth, but in a flash it was gone replaced with a frown. There it was, the remembrance of what he did. He leaned back against the bench and loosened his posture. There was the old Mack.

“Of course I remember Sam, it didn’t have to go that way you know. We tried to tell you. Warn you best we could. The Charlette deal was with that shady Bloomhill company. Bad people. You know, you didn’t listen. What can I say?”

Sam saw it. His house on fire, kids screaming while his wife desperately crawled towards them, legs shattered, body barely hangin on. Then gun shots, small legs giving out. His throat bleeding from screaming and begging. His whole life grinding into dusk in a single moment. Family ripped from his hands, his fortune torched and his future cut out from under him. For what? Money and power?

He produced a brief case that was of brown leather, the outside was burnt and the hinges were smoke black. Sam opened the clasps and pulled out a piece of paper. It held the majority owners of the Bloomhill company and its entities underneath.

He handed it to Mack.

Macks eyes flicked form the paper and back to Sam and he shrugged “Interesting forgery. We told you, we had nothing to do with Bloomhill” Sam then produced another paper.

On top it read Leviathan Holdings, Incorporated 1907 and listed the founders. Two years before Bloomhill was made.

Mack stared the page for a long while and said “You know, we probably should have killed you too back then. You had more money, power than us all, you dominated your industry. You just weren’t hungry enough though. You didn’t see the future, but you blocked it with your just reasoning. Proper business. This is a cruel world Sam, I don’t know how you lived and made it the way you did.” Mack laughed and threw the paper onto the street “Well, look how you ended up, guess you didn’t make it huh?”

Mack stood up and buttoned his coat “I thought you would be begging me for something, I wanted to see you on your knees, but I guess I wasted my time. Good bye Sam, I won’t see you again”

Sam stood up and rolled his shoulders back and held out his hand. Mack laughed and shook, but Sam didn’t let go right away. His hand grasped Macks with firm, gently locking force. Sam looked deep straight into Macks eyes.

“I hope your family had fun up in Hartland. One more time Mack. I will see you one more time. Let them all know, I will see them all soon” Sam slid his hand away and stepped back.

Eyes wide and skin turning pale white Mack stared at him. His mouth trying to say something, to form a comeback, but all he could do was turn and sprint running the possibilities through his mind.

Mack did not meet a man today, he met Devil in a mans skin.

And that Devil was Sam Hilde.

I started off with a man waiting, tense, and very punctual. Then as the conversation started it molded into a revenge tale. This man had been wronged by his friends and he was back. The classic (if you call it that) of the family getting killed and they leave the father alive to sit in despair, to learn the lesson. If I get the era right alot of 8-90’s action films were like this. Timecop anyone?

Till next time~

Jason struggled agains the binds of the platform. He could break them at any moment, but didn’t need them to know that. A man hovered over him in his blurred vision. He spoke quickly pointing here and there to some other person that quickly moved around the room. His head throbbed and even if he could escape his binds easily, he really didn’t want to. He needed some rest. Breaking out of the facility had taken much more out of him, he used much more then he thought he had. He wanted to sleep again. His eyes started to slip and a hand gentle slapped his cheek.

“Cmon boy stay with me, you will feel a bit better in a minute. We can’t stay here long and we can’t carry you. The binds are only so you didn’t fall and hurt your self, one moment” the man grabbed something and Jason felt a sharp sting in his arm. He could feel whatever it was cool as ice flow through his veins, swim through his body, and unblock his pain. When it made it up to his head, the pounding stopped, his vision cleared and he let out a sharp outtake of breathe “Good. We have to go lad”

The man was older, grey hair bushed out of his head and a bushy mustache under thick rimmed glasses that sat on a sharp nose. A teenage boy who had a sharp look on his face un did the straps. Immediately Jason put out a signal, his head clear of all noise and nothing blocking his psychic energy he flew in all directions. The boy next to him sensed it and gabbed his wrist hard, pushing back his energy.

“Not now, they will find us easier.”

Jason eyed the older man and he nodded. They both knew then. Jason rolled off of the platform and felt his feet swim then stabilize under him. They were in a garage which had been done up with all sorts of odd machines. He noticed some of the symbols from the facility. The older man pulled up the garage door and light filled the inside. Jason had no idea where he had stumbled off to after demolitioning his way out of the facility or how he had gotten here. But he knew that he had left Todd behind. He had to go back, but he was in no condition. He had searched for him last night, broke every wall, door and window he could get to, but he did not see him, or any of the other children.

Underground.

“We have to move fast. They will be searching quickly. You did great damage last night.” The man shook his head “Terrible, great damage” he opened the door to a large station wagon and cleaned out the back set. “Billy, take the front seat, you in the back”

Jason stood looking out “I don’t know you” he then looked around the suburb. He had never been outside before “I don’t know anyone out here” he whispered.

The man walked over to Jason and took his hand and shook it firmly and looked with sympathetic eyes “I’m professor Marlin, and that is Billy, I used to work in that place, the place you came from. I know the horrors.” Jason responded with his name, but as he connected with the professors eyes great pain surged through him. Regret, anger, mistrust, pain all mixed together. He saw snippets of a past that wasn’t his. Jason gasped and tore his vision away. The professor guided him into the back seat.

“You have a great gift, a terrible great gift” he shook his head again and avoided Jasons gaze at all cost “Sonny, we have a lot to talk about”

Billy and the Professor got in the car and they took off down the road. Jason laid his head down and stared up through the windows at the rolling clouds passing by. He had watched the local news on the television in facility secretly. He knew a bit about the small town he was in, but besides snap shots of images and a few live broadcasts he was lost. An ocean of a world he was now deep in. He closed his eyes and saw Floor 2. The smooth grey walls leading up into a black abyss and then the pit opening up infront of him. The cones rising out of the pit becoming thinner, pointier, savage and unforgiving. The moans and screams of the broken children residing at the bottom, hundreds of feet below those cones. Crying for someone to save them, their mothers and fathers, their friends, the facility staff, someone to take their pain away. To carry them softly back to their beds and tell them it was going to be alright. To remove them from the corpses of those that came from before them and who were abandoned, defective according to the facility. He saw her eyes and smile as the elevator door closed. Mallorie had no idea. She was strong, but would she pass that test? Was she now laying screaming with torn up limbs among the others? What if they put Todd through it.

Jason bolted up. Todd was too young, he wasn’t strong enough. He would fail.

“We have to go back. I can’t leave them” Jason said moving towards the door.

Billy turned around “We can’t. You made so much noise that they shut down the blocks around the facility, and security was flown in from somewhere last night. I doubt we could even get close with out getting killed. They already killed one intruder today. I felt it when searching around.”

“Billy’s right. I know you have friends back there, but the testing will stop for a moment. A security breach of any kind slows everything down, something like what you did? That will take even long to smooth out. I am also guessing they took all the children down to the sub level facility for the time being. They will get them visible as soon as they can. Your friends will be safe a for awhile, but we must act quickly. They like to make up for lost time.”

Jason slid to the center of the seat and leaned forward to be between them.

“You used to work there, were you at the facility before me?” He eyed Billy.

“No, Professor found me before they did. I was in an orphanage as a kid. I’m adopted now” Billy smiled at the Professor who pushed his glasses up from the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat.

“Who trained you?”

“Professor did, less hazardous methods from what I imagine you went through, but I’m no push over. You being gifted or not, don’t try anything stupid.”

“Okay okay, relax, we will test some things later, but we need to get far away form the facility as possible for the time being.”

The car rounded a corner and the sides of the road started to fill with more trees then phone poles. They drove for hours through winding roads through large pines and spruces.

As Jasons strength recovered a bit he could feel the sense of lightness he had sensed when on Floor 2. A limitless to his awareness and power. It was intoxicating. His mind searched, leapt and pulled in all directions. Life teemed around in his senses even the vibration of the car spun tapestries of sensations in his mind. He wasn’t being blocked anymore, his psychic mind was free and it threatened to dissolve his body and become all mind.

“Will you stop that!” Billy snapped back him. “Your driving me nuts, it’s like I’m getting with with waves of your energy.”

The car stopped and the headlights illuminated a small cabin.

“Dammit” Billy burst from the car and stomped towards the cabin.

Jason got out, his feet gave way and he crashed to the ground. He tried to stand, but his legs shook uncontrollably and he panted with sweat

“Here let me help you, gotta control that energy of yours, I could even feel it. It’s going to drain you a lot faster then you think”

Jason heaved air into his lungs “I-I’ve never had the chance, I’ve never felt like this before”

“It is probably quite a shock to have the limiter not suppressing you anymore. How did they not know of your power?”

“I hid it while I was in there, I played them, had to. Had to protect Todd.”

The lights of the cabin illuminated the darkness and Billy swung open the door and helped him in.It was a charming place. A great room with a large fireplace, table and sofa, behind that was a kitchen table, one stove and small sink. Two rooms were in the back and the windows were small circles filled with webs.

They plopped Jason the sofa. Professor pulled chair from the kitchen table and Billy folded his legs and sat on the floor. The fire was already raging and filling the place with * heat.

“Everybody get some good rest, we have to start preparing tomorrow.” The professor said, but Jason was already soaring in his dreams.

He was safe for a moment.

There is a building I always drive past where I live. It looks like an office building form the 70’s, but it is surrounded by barbed wire fences. I never see anyone in or any of the lights on. What could they be doing in there? So (even before stranger things) I came up with a place that ‘adopted’ children that had psychic powers and tried to train them as weapons. At first it seems like a typical special sort of educational place, but underground are levels of harder and more deadly challenges that the kids go through. If they survive they keep going. My main character Jason escapes and begins a journey to retune to save his friends that he left behind after finding out the the true sadistic nature of it all.

This is a small snippet from that story. See you in the next one ~

The doctor removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger. He stayed like that for a long time then slouched back and put his glasses back on. A large window presented a small room with a chair sitting in the middle of it. It was on a platform that was sunken a foot into the floor. The room was lit with warm lights among the walls and a floor lamp in each corner. It was pleasant set up, made to help one relax. The floor was a thick carpet and walls a pleasant wallpaper of light orange and brown.

A women sat next to him twirling her hair and chewing on some gum. She seemed totally uninterested at the whole situation as she flipped through a horror book. She wore the standard assistant uniform, but her hair was a dark purple and she would glance up at him with dark brown eyes. He understood, if he wasn’t so deep, he would feel the same.

“When is the next patient due?” He asked looking over a large machine with knobs and tiny screens.

The women picked up a clipboard and flipped through it “We have one at 4:30, male, seems to have some trauma that had happened a couple of years ago. Says he has tried everything, life falling apart, you know, the usual.” She tossed the clipboard back on the desk.

“Trauma trauma trauma” the doctor flipped some switches “You know I haven’t slept in three days, call that trauma. Can’t even get a decent coffee at the moment. Why do you think ? Oh, nevermind, they won’t tell us anyway” He readjusted his coat and moved towards the door. “Getting some coffee, you want anything?”

“That cream soda thing” she said without looking up from her book.

He nodded and exited the dark room.

He turned left and walked through the halls of the Animah institute. A wellness center that was built to harness the new age methods of treating the soul, the mind and the body. Using new techniques of therapy and advance technology they were proposing that they could release you form your burdens and help you be reborn.

The hallways held large posters of symbols that never made sense to him, happy go luck vibes that held something a bit sinister the more you looked at them. The whole place bathed in warm light of orange and vanilla colors. The walls a deep orange with the posters and some murals here and there, the floor in the hallways a vanilla color with speckles of black. He rounded a corner and entered the breakroom. All the walls curved into a light that ran among the ceiling. It was supposed to be futuristic, but he sometimes felt as if he was in a fun house.

The room was empty and he flipped the switch on the coffee machine and waited for it to heat up.

Another man entered. Doctor Philman.

“Hey, Cyrus, how you holding up? I head they have some crazy new project that you are on. I barely see you leave now a days”

He sighed and nodded “Yeah, it’s been a bit tough. How about you?”

Philman grabbed the coffee, his coffee, and poured a cup.

“Can’t complain, we are seeing some good progress on some of our patients. I mean most don’t come back, but they reach out and really let us know how much it changed their life. Your project going well? “

Cyrus flipped the switch again on the coffee machine and stared out into the hallway with blank eyes. “Can’t really say yet. Some good, some bad, some -“

“That’s great” Philman moved towards the door “Hey, make sure to get some rest, looking a bit stressed” He smiled and exited the room.

The coffee finished pouring and Cyrus looked down at it. The ceiling reflected off its dark waves. He picked it up and smiled, grabbed a cream soda from the fridge and walked back to the room.

“Whoa what happened to you?” Serena looked peered over her book at him “someone give you a nice compliment?”

He handed her the cream soda “No no, not anything like that Serena. I just remembered.” He looked out the window to the empty chair “I jut remembered what this was all about, what we are close to discovering, my dreams and nightmares swarming into a great ocean of the edge of scientific illumination. A new age, my dear, a warping of all consciousness. That’s why we are hear.”

The cream soda canned cracked loudly. “Yup” She took a sip.

Doctor Cyrus smiled and nodded to himself “This has to be done, we need more data, we need more answers.” Then he took a large gulp of his coffee. It tasted a bit better with his reignited resolve.

I have a plot that I am pulling together. You might remember the ad from the Animah Institute - Get Well Soon

It seemed a bit weird eh? Well there is nothing normal about this place. Guard your mind, body and soul. You never know what could happen within its walls. Even the doctors barely know.

When I saw it I knew I should have turned around and left. Leave be to what ever force or abyss it came from. Leave it to those that really were looking, those that were into it.

But I didn’t.

It started with a case. A pretty little women, golden hair bobbed just above her shoulders, petite and innocent looking stepped into my office.

“This is the office of private investigator Mark Sinclair, right?” I jumped a bit. I wasn’t used to people walking straight into my office. My secretary was at home nursing her head with a pile of ice.

I pulled my hand away from my drawer as I looked up. “You found him” I kept alert, plenty of women would gut you for one reason or another.

She moved gracefully to sit, her white dress seemed to have a perpetual wind blowing through it.

“Pleasure Mr.Sinclair. My name is Dorthy Gilford. I have lost my husband I would like you to investigate his whereabouts for me.”

I smiled “You lost your husband or he is off with another gal? Which one?”

“Definitely lost Mr.Sinclair.” The way she smiled and said it put me on edge. A crack in the angel statue. What could you expect though. No one was perfect, no matter how hard you prayed.

“Well, Mrs.Gilford, I’m a bit stacked with active cases right now. I might need to defer you for a while, but this seems to be a time sensitive matter.”

Her hands rustled into her purse and pulled out a large stack of bills and slammed it on the desk.

“Oh, I see. I can be bought?” I leaned back into my chair.

“Mr.Sinclair, my husband is very important to me and many others. This money is nothing compared to getting him back.”

“Why not go to the police if he is so important?”

“It cannot be known that he is missing” she stated.

I rubbed my temples. It had to be another broad this guy was with. Which it would make it easy to find him, the after math wasn’t my problem. The money looked at me with its printed eyes. It was a lot. More then I made in half a year. I peered up at Dorthy. Her face was smooth, a small smile cut through it, pleasant.

“Where was he last seen?”

“North side of the city, at a bar called Presidential Cross. The code word to enter is ‘Fallen One’. He was there last Wednesday for a meeting, one that he always attends there. After that he would usually return home promptly at ten O’clock on the dot to discuss what happened. As you can tell, he never returned. I cannot reach him or get in contact with him. I am willing to to triple the offer if you find him this in the next couple days. Time is running from us”

The Presidential Cross. Damn. I knew the place. Avoided it like the plague. It had more security than Fort Knox. I cased the place once for a client, thought his wife was having an affair with someone in there. I watched anyone who was someone enter that building. Senators, police chiefs, even the president of the United States showed up. They knew I was watching too. The guard would glance up at my in my perch, look at me straight through my binoculars. Gave me the creeps.

The money looked good on my desk though.

“I’ll look into it for you Dorthy. That place isn’t my favorite, but I think I can stomach it for the arrangement.” I took the pile and cut it in half. “Half now, half later. If it is unfavorable or can’t find him, the rest of the bread is yours to keep.”

Dorthy put the rest of the cash in her purse and stood up. Her blue eyes looked down at me as her head tilted slightly up. This woman meant business.

“I am very gracious that you can assist us Mr.Sinclair. I look forward to your results. You can contact me at this number” She set a slip of paper on the desk. “For all the days we live, may this be the one be bathed in glory”

The she left.

The fan squeaked above me. Needed to get that fixed. I looked at the money. Soon.

Dorthy Gilford was the start of it all. A demon wrapped in an angels skin. A messenger of doom wearing a smile and white dress. My gut told me something was off, I knew it, but the damn thing was.

I wanted to know what it was.

The next day I put on my best suit and tie, slipped my revolver in it’s shoulder holster and looked at my self in the mirror. Best I looked all year. I waited till the night when the club would open.

The Presidential Cross was not just a club, but a whole building on the north side of town. It rose thirty stories into the sky, art deco facades aligning every inch of it. It looked like a billion bucks, because it was. Part hotel, condo’s and club, the entrance opened up to it’s concierge desk and check in counter. Statues of gold and suns gold illuminating the lobby. Velvet red couches and chairs that held patrons of high class sprawled around and then a small bar for guests sat along one of the sprawling walls. I looked around, this wasn’t the place I wanted to be, but I needed to scope out the place first. Some curious eyes glanced my way and I exited. No need to stay my welcome. The real place I wanted was around the corner. A door on the back of the building. It stood tall, ten feet, adjourned in zig zags of gold and silver, an eye in a massive pyramid beamed out from the center. Men fully nude embossed on the door reached towards the sky which held a large sun and some strange symbols.

It always creeped me out.

Below the eye was a slit which slid with fluid motion making no sound. A pair of eyes looked at me with vicious intent.

“Fallen One” I said.

The eyes stared at me for along moment. “Name? and the one who sent you?”

“Mark Sinclair, Dorthy Gilford sent me” at that the slit closed and a large clicking came from the door. Instead of opening it slid out of the way letting me in. I took a deep breath. I had watched a lot of chums come in here, looks like it was my turn.

I stepped down a hallway that was aligned with small theater lights to a set of double doors. No on was there to greet me. I pushed through them.It was crowded. Much more then I thought it would be. I didn’t see anyone enter from the door I came in. Must be guests or residents at the hotel. I stood over looking what looked like a ballroom. Spiraling marble columns lined both sides of the room. A massive bar that shot up into the vaulted ceiling sat at the back of the room. The place was multi tiered. The middle was completely open, to the right and left, tiers of stairs and sitting areas moved up to a balcony that disappeared behind the bar and extended more beyond. Every where I looked I felt poorer by the second. In the center of the room was a fountain. A woman status in marble covered her eyes tilting her head towards the ceiling revealing her full form, water ran down under her hands as if she was crying down into the pool of water at her feet. The water glistened with an other worldy shine of purple and aquamarine. I stepped down into the room. Figures dressed to the nines click glasses, smiled, laughed and partook in some sort of revelry.

I moved to the bar trying my best not to ruin anyones clothes.

The bartender wore a mask that covered her eyes. I couldn’t see them, but I knew her eyes were on me as soon as I appeared.

“Mr.Sinclair, what can I get you?”

“Know me? Door guy moves fast”

She smiled and nodded. Who else knew?

“I’m actually looking for someone -“

“Mr.Gilford, correct?” She put her thumbs together and connected her index fingers to form a triangle and put it on her forehead. “We know” then she giggled.

It felt off. Everything felt off. This place, these people. I peered over my shoulder. Everyone was still doing their thing, but now their ears were open, pointed straight at me.

“So, where might I find this Mr.Gilford? His wife is missing him dearly” I thought about a drink, but I didn’t want to front the bill.

The bartender leaned against the bar putting her elbows on it and resting her chin on her fists then pointed behind me.

“Our final guest has arrived.” A man spoke. I turned.

Party was over it seemed.

A man in a red and white suit stood behind another man sitting in a chair. The guests had stopped all their motion and watched.

“What an honor, who might you be?”

The man was older, gray hair brushed back and skin had seen better days. He reminded me of a talk show host. His suit coat was red and fell below his knees, while everything else beneath was white. The man in chair was dressed in tuxedo, his arms and legs were tied to the chair legs and arms. He didn’t seem bothered. I had a feeling who he was.

“Just the devil in a suit. We didn’t need you, but we wanted you. Tick tock, you didn’t make it in time to save your quest, but just in time to witness the birth of a new world” He whipped his arms and a large knife seemed to materialize out of thin air. A magician then.

I unholsterd my gun “Whoa there pal, let’s not do anything hasty. Devil or not, 45’s going to put a few holes in you if your not careful. Why don’t you step away from Mr.Gilford”

The mans smile grew so long I thought his face would split. “Perceptive as ever Mr.Sinclair” The knife went to Gilfords throat and stopped inches above his neck.

I breathed out and shot.

Then I shot again and again. The man stood motionless, they all stood motionless. Not even a flinch.

“Just my luck” I started to reload as fast I could.

“Lucky indeed” the knife plunged into Gilfords throat. Well there goes the rest of my money. Gilford didn’t even seem to react as blood poured down his neck and down his white shirt. The mans outfit now fully red as blood splattered as he held the knife in Gilfords throat. He stood looking at me with that stupid smile.

Off, everything is off. I finished reloading and aim down the sights again. The mans eye brows rose in amusement. This was no longer a party I wanted to be at.

I holstered my gun and ran towards the door. No one tried to stop me, no one even moved. As soon as I got to the top the stairs the door was sliding open for me to exit.

I stepped out into the night air. I could hear sirens coming from all directions, fire trucks speeding along. Screams and glass breaking. It sounded as if the whole world had gone mad. I sprinted back to my office.

I didn’t know what to make of it, everything had gone batty in an instant. I pushed through into my office, searching for more bullets, a knife and anything else that could be useful. I looked towards the bottle of whiskey. I needed clarity.

The door opened, I spun around pulling Mrs.Gilford into the sights of my 45.

Her dress was now black. Her sweet little face still splashed with that small smile.

“Unsuccessful were we Mr.Sinclair?”

“You could say something like that” I squeeze the trigger. She howled and fell back crashing into my front door. Her face was twisted in pain, but it shown a more demonic form. Eyes in places there shouldn’t be, teeth larger then any animal he had seen.

But she bled.

She stood and shook off the pain. Her new grotesque form standing tall and proud. She no longer needed to hide.

“Well Mr.Sinclair, looks like our contract has concluded. We needed a curious witness. Your eyes worked just as well as anyones. Welcome to the new world. I really did want to travel into the new world with my dear husband. He was oh so important. We might reunite again. He was picked for a reason”

I shot again, but in a flash she was gone.

Where she had been a card floated down to the floor. She left a calling card, what a broad. I picked it up.

In the center of it was a purple door with a sun above it. On the right of door it said Central and on the right Plaza and under it said Tower.

The last place I wanted to know about or even think about.

The Purple Door at the Central Tower Plaza.

I slipped the card into my pocket and picked up the phone and dialed. It rang for a moment then someone picked up.

“Henry, you still alive?” Sinclair said.

I love private investigators. I wrote this in the noir style. It is a style that I do not see that often anymore and when ever I read something like the Maltese Falcon or watch some old noir movies it sucks me in.

This is an introduction to our fateful investigator Mark Sinclair. I have a feeling this won’t be the only supernatural case he gets into.

IntrivateWeaving

There is always that one house. Out of all the houses in the neighborhood or when you’re taking your routine drive to work, it sits, looming, watching you as you pass. While it looks like an ordinary house, there is just something wrong with it. As if small little design decisions add up to bring a feeling of paranoia. The windows tilted slightly, the door chipped here and there, the grass a different type of green or growing in an odd way. The way it sits far back into its yard, way more then the other houses, like it doesn’t want to be seen as it hunts.

Cars sometimes are in the garage or on the outside, but that is a rare occasion. Most of the time it seems empty, no decorations on the outside, no movement from the shutters or windows. Just standing tall and ominous.

A bad dream at the end of a driveway.

There is always one. How did it become that way? Was it the builders? Was it the inhabitants at one time who cursed and committed sins so brutal that even the very foundation of the houses became awash in their atrocities? Or was it the very timber from a curse land that led them to do it? Was it built to be haunted by the souls trapped inside? Who knew that they were buying their own coffin when signing the papers.

Whether there is a curse, spirits, a reason, these houses pop up, linger, and become legends. Call it the seasoning of the neighborhood or area. A haunted house stokes the imagination, ignites the many fears of childhood and builds the trauma that adults lay awake at night consulting the ceiling about.

If you ever have the feeling the house you are buying isn’t quite right, close your eyes. Are you afraid to open them?

Then be wary of the house.

There have been many creepy houses that I have noticed in my life. My old neighbor hood had this one in the back streets on this corner. The yard was large and never up kept. Inside was a dog that would always rush the fence line and bark at us when trying to get to the pool across the street. Even the trees seems to be stuck in autumn.

Now there is a house that sits way back in its lot to the left side when I drive to the highway from our new house. It looks weird, it feels weird. The driveway is long and it seems that is off to one side of its yard, to close to the forest it’s next to. There never seems to be cars in the driveway, but I know someone bought it (after a long time being on the market). When I glance at it, the house glances back. It almost seems that the forest will eat it at any moment.

Haunted houses are fascinating. Do you have one where you live?

Let your mind run wild - Cheers ~

“I told you, not once , but twice, I did see it. It leapt, jumped, I don’t know what it did , but it flew across my yard, taking him with it”

Sara Cloud heaved a heavy sigh as she recounted the event for the hundredth time. Again, they stared at her with eyes that called her crazy. Each time she told the story it got a bit different, not from context, but how she was describing it. Trying to find the words, the description that aptly described what she had seen. It’s not every day you see a monster swoop, or what ever, out of the sky and grab your next door neighbor.

“One more time” one of the two men in black suits asked slowly. This was his fifth cup of coffee and eighth donut. She wondered how he stayed so lean.

She brushed her hair back in frustration and shook her head “You are not listening at all, are you?”

“Of course, we just want the facts, which you keep changing”

“I am not” her voice raised.

She could see the tension build as both men stepped closer to her.

“Look, again. A giant monster, with eyes all over it’s body with massive black wings, swooped “She made the hand gesture and then stopped to see if they were fallowing along “Grabbed Mr.Jameson with it’s massive sharp talons “her hands went out in claws, making a raking motion in the air, again stopping to confirm their place. “Okay, yeah? Then took him away into the air, to the east, to Falkmir mountain. You know that place? Creepy looming mountain range? Mmhm” Sara nodded vigorously until they also nodded with her.

“That’s it. That’s what I saw, once again”

The man opened his mouth and she could see the words forming

“No! Last time, that’s what I saw”

He closed it shut.

The other man who had only two cups and two donuts pursed his lips and motioned something towards the window.

“Okay mam, you’re free to go, just be careful around the area where the incident happened. This mons-animal could come back, if it does “ he produced a card “call us”

She slipped the card from his hand and stormed out of the room. Sheriff Mckinsley, one of her old high school friends stood in the hallway. As soon as he saw her, he tried to b-line it for his office, but Sara was quicker.

“You” she pointed at him and ushered him in and slammed the door behind him”You, you, you , youuuu” she wagged her finger at him and scowled.

“I-I” he put up his hands up as shield.

“No, you said don’t worry these guys are pros, they will take care of it, you can trust them. What?! These men in black coming from Washington asking me for five hours the same question? Give me a brick wall next time, it will respond better to me bashing my head into it” Sara started to pace back and forth huffing and puffing, scowling and grinding her teeth as her eyes shot darts and Sheriff Mckinsley.

“I thought they could help, I know weird stuff goes on around here, but nothing like a giant monster snagging a townsfolk, I’m not trained for that”

Sara moved around to his desk and plopped down in his giant leather chair. Her head went straight to the desk with a bang.

“So what do we do?” Her muffled question came.

“We? Nothing, we let them handle it”

Sara rolled her head to the side and squinted at him “They are going to blow up this town if we do not do something, you’ve seen the movies. You and I, we know this place, better then anyone” she perked up “Yeah, like the movies” a smile lit up her face she beamed at him.

“Oh no, no no I know that look Sara, last time I saw it we were lost in the woods for almost a week looking for some ancient ruins”

“Which we found” she added.

“Yes..not so ancient as we hoped”

“You know what we must do.” Sara’s face was deadly serious.

“Nothi-“

“Monster hunters” she stated. “You and I, Sara Cloud and Mathew Mckinsley, hunt the monsters to save their little ideal mountain town” Her eyes gained their shine back and she nodded slowly towards him “Grab your shotgun”

“Oh boy..”

I came up with the title thinking about a women telling a story, in this case she has told the story many times, of an event that can’t be believed. I just let this play out in my head. I let the characters talk as they showed up in the scene, I gave them names and let it run. The town would remind me of something like twin peaks with a sense of wayward pines the mountains in the background,looming the monster, sorta thinking of a Gravity Falls vibe. Serious, but a bit silly with Sara determining that they will be come monster hunters.

We will see if we pick back up with these characters another time. I like them so far.

cheers!