My wife hates scary movies and the only reason she showed me this is because near the end of the clip her cousin is the young man with arrows in his chest.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Late night drifting
WARNING: The following blog is not for the faint at heart. It contains graphic imagery and should only be read by those who share a wild and twisted imagination.
It happened again.....
This one was worse than usual.....
I couldn't make it stop..........So I let it happen.
Place yourself in my head, and I will give you a glimpse of my most recent "visitation" as I now call it.
I was lying in bed with my wife and we were chatting about the day as we usually do before we turn in. Laughing about our adventure to Cody and up the Big Horn Mountains, and saying our goodnights. Lauren got up and turned off the lights and I instantly began to fall into a dream state. I couldn't stop it, I wasn't ready for it........
The bedroom floor began to split apart, as if an earthquake hit the house. As the hole opened wider and wider, the room grew darker and darker.
I saw three dog like creatures escape from the abyss and into my bedroom. They were just tall enough for me to see their backs as they paced back and forth by the bed. Snarling and drooling, They sniffed the air as if they were searching for a meal. They walked on all fours but strikingly resembled the upper torso of a human, short hind legs and longer front legs with muscular builds. Hair like a wild boar and a raised spine that almost seemed to pierce their skin. One of them turned and faced the mirror adjacent to the bed and I got a glimpse of the beast's face. Deep red burnig eyes, like the glare of a distant fire in the woods. Long curved and stained yellow canines and up turned nose. But the cheeks, were innocent and kind and it's brow was inviting almost calming, like the details of a serial killer that people some how get attached to. The beast caught a glimpse of itself and made a sharp barking noised and turned back towards the bed.
I slid up next to the wall, helpless and alone I watch as the smelled the edge of the bed....suddenly they stop all movement and concentrate on the scent they have just picked up. I closed my eyes and whispered "Go away."
I did not open my eyes until the next morning.
They won't stop...
It is just getting worse...
I am strong enough now....
I hope they stay in my head.... and don't come out.
It happened again.....
This one was worse than usual.....
I couldn't make it stop..........So I let it happen.
Place yourself in my head, and I will give you a glimpse of my most recent "visitation" as I now call it.
I was lying in bed with my wife and we were chatting about the day as we usually do before we turn in. Laughing about our adventure to Cody and up the Big Horn Mountains, and saying our goodnights. Lauren got up and turned off the lights and I instantly began to fall into a dream state. I couldn't stop it, I wasn't ready for it........
The bedroom floor began to split apart, as if an earthquake hit the house. As the hole opened wider and wider, the room grew darker and darker.
I saw three dog like creatures escape from the abyss and into my bedroom. They were just tall enough for me to see their backs as they paced back and forth by the bed. Snarling and drooling, They sniffed the air as if they were searching for a meal. They walked on all fours but strikingly resembled the upper torso of a human, short hind legs and longer front legs with muscular builds. Hair like a wild boar and a raised spine that almost seemed to pierce their skin. One of them turned and faced the mirror adjacent to the bed and I got a glimpse of the beast's face. Deep red burnig eyes, like the glare of a distant fire in the woods. Long curved and stained yellow canines and up turned nose. But the cheeks, were innocent and kind and it's brow was inviting almost calming, like the details of a serial killer that people some how get attached to. The beast caught a glimpse of itself and made a sharp barking noised and turned back towards the bed.
I slid up next to the wall, helpless and alone I watch as the smelled the edge of the bed....suddenly they stop all movement and concentrate on the scent they have just picked up. I closed my eyes and whispered "Go away."
I did not open my eyes until the next morning.
They won't stop...
It is just getting worse...
I am strong enough now....
I hope they stay in my head.... and don't come out.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Coming to America
With the down fall of auto giant GM, and the government being so kind and lending them a helping hand, the least I could do was buy American. That's right I am now the proud owner of a Chevy. Lapo tell the old man it was worth the wait to be able to afford a nice new chevy truck.
We have decided to call it "Collie" since we cannot keep an animal at our current residence I find this very....suiting.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Mountain of a Mystery...
On June 23, 1943, a B-17 Flying Fortress(serial number 42-3399, nicknamed "Scharazad"), departed Pendleton Army Air Base in Pendelton, Oregon destined for Grand Island, Nebraska. From there, the bomber would join the other members of the 383rd Bomb Group and continue to England to participate in the ongoing World War II bombing campaigns. Around midnight, the captain radioed that their position was near Powder River, Wyoming. They were not heard from again. After the plane failed to arrive in Grand Island, the plane was declared missing and the Army mounted a search effort with no results. A second search was conducted the following year, concentrating on the Wind River, Absaroka and Big Horn Mountains, but still no wreckage was spotted.
On August 12, 1945 two cowboys spotted something shiny on a ridge line in the Cloud Peak area of the Big Horn Mountains. They discovered the wreckage and the deceased crew, and contacted authorities, who conducted an operation to recover the bodies of the crew and return them to their families. It was believed that during earlier search efforts, the paint color of the aircraft blended in closely with the mountain side, making the wreckage difficult to spot. After a few years, the paint wore off, and the shiny aluminum underneath made the plane more visible. No official cause for the crash was ever determined, but it is presumed that malfunctioning navigational equipment, and a moonless night combined with bad weather caused the pilot to not see the ridge until it was too late.
On August 12, 1945 two cowboys spotted something shiny on a ridge line in the Cloud Peak area of the Big Horn Mountains. They discovered the wreckage and the deceased crew, and contacted authorities, who conducted an operation to recover the bodies of the crew and return them to their families. It was believed that during earlier search efforts, the paint color of the aircraft blended in closely with the mountain side, making the wreckage difficult to spot. After a few years, the paint wore off, and the shiny aluminum underneath made the plane more visible. No official cause for the crash was ever determined, but it is presumed that malfunctioning navigational equipment, and a moonless night combined with bad weather caused the pilot to not see the ridge until it was too late.
Lauren and I have decided to hike into the backcountry to find this area known as "Bomber Mountain". A local told me that it is a two day trip up to the crash site. It will be quite the adventure. I am sure we are up to it.
"It is better to deserve honors and not have them than to have honors and not deserve them."
-Mark Twain
In honor of the crew of the "Scharazad":
William R. Ronaghan (pilot)
Anthony J. Tilotta (co-pilot)
Leonard H. Phillips (navigator)
Charles H. Suppes (bombardier)
James A. Hinds (aircraft engineer)
Ferguson T. Bell, Jr. (radio operator)
Lee 'Vaughn' Miller (assistant aircraft engineer)
Charles E. Newburn, Jr (assistant radio operator)
Jake F. Penick (aircraft gunner)
Lewis M. Shepaerd (assistant aircraft gunner)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Boogeyman
As far back as I can remember I have scared myself to sleep.
Anthony Hopkins -"We are fascinated by the darkness in ourselves, we are fascinated by the shadow, we are fascinated by the boogeyman."
Not like "normal" children, who often think there is a monster under my bed or the boogeyman is in the closet. I took it a few steps further. Call it a vivid imagination of the most hellish ghouls and decayed macabre corpses ever to sneak into Wes Craven's mind. I would conger these demonic figments and stare at them until I couldn't breath from the fear that gripped me like a wrinkled, puss boiled hand around my throat. I don't know what drove me to these lengths of horror and I still don't. My sister shares this misfortune, but to us we use it more as a gift of art. It drives us to use our minds in ways others could never fathom.
I wrote this blog because I still have these visions........................ I am 23.
Anthony Hopkins -"We are fascinated by the darkness in ourselves, we are fascinated by the shadow, we are fascinated by the boogeyman."
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