What is it about The Night? The Night is an enigma; letting evil arise. When the sun falls the world’s fears and doubts prevail. They rise from the depths of the mind like zombies pushing forth through their own graves. A rank stench accompanies these rotten corpses while they drip sweat and evil. It beads on their skin, dropping like virgin tears that splatter on the ground. The black sludge droplets stain the earth where they touch, forever marring its surface, green grass will become a sickly mush and pavement will be eaten away as though licked by acid.

 The embodiment of fear screeches at you like a banshee of old, baring sharpened nails and numbing your mind with its terrible cries; making you powerless to feel anything but terror. What is it about the night that lets your imagination wander into the obsidian depths of hell and see your own personal demons? Is the absence of light so powerful? Or does our own fright give it more strength? The light shows us the boundaries of the world; the walls that keep us from seeing the impossible, all the while shrouding the unimaginable in shadow. Without light the shadows expand and encompass all, threatening us with their ever conquering territories.

You can’t hide from the night. It will get you eventually, and when it does most will be unprepared. Fear’s sticky fingers will stab out from the shadows and pierce your mind, body and soul. It will implant visions of death and blood so deeply into your consciousness you wont be able to move. Frozen in place you won’t be able to do a thing when finally, they come for you. The Du’ath N’athams, Death’s Children. 

Savvy V. Glennmore

In my dreams I walk into my old home. I open the red door and turn into the living room. It's then I notice my brother. He is just an empty carcass. All his love and life gone from him. He hangs from the upstairs banister, swinging above the stairs. In a cruel parody of suicide he hangs upside down, his throat slashed open so wide the back of his head touches in between his shoulder blades. His arms are tied to his sides. No fighting. An old rusted bucket is below him, catching the blood that slowly drips.

Drip

Drip

Drip

As I tear myself away from the horror in front of me I see a trail of blood. It leads to the kitchen refrigerator. There is a pool of blood at the base. So much blood. My hand shakes as I open the door. There, inside, is my mother. She's been cut into pieces to fit the shelves of the fridge. Her head and shoulders are on the top shelf. The next down houses her torso, then her abdomen down to her womanhood. Her legs are stuffed into the door shelves along with her arms. Fingers were broken trying to close the door. Her feet. Where are her feet? In the crisper. A cruel joke.


I wake at this point. I have the same dream every time. And every time there is nothing I can do. I just have the 'privilege' of walking into my sanctuary and seeing the people I love dead.


Where are the dogs?



They've been cut in half. Each matching end sewed together. Asses and Heads.



Blood is all over the walls. Words written in my families life blood



Come Find Us Lynn

I was surprised at how well my day went today. Work wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, almost as if the universe knew I needed a chill day.

Last night was really hard. I was fine until I tried to fall asleep, then for some reason I just..couldn't. I kept waking up feeling restless, like something was very wrong only I couldn't pin my finger on it. I went out into the livingroom and found my room mate awake. I must have looked worse than I thought because he asked me right away if I was okay. I sat down, and we talked. We talked until 4:20 in the morning about all my shit. Mostly about my dad. I cried but felt better after.

It was a good bad thing. Sometimes you have to have a bad night to really appreciate the good nights.

But I'm going out tonight to let myself know that while there must be bad nights there must also be good nights. Nights that remind you of why living and loving life is worth it.

I am claiming tonight.