Haunted Nights 18th June 2013

Cambrey laughs in her sleep. I know, I know, "it could be worse, she could scream or kick." No. It is the creepiest thing I have ever had the misfortune to be privy to. It is what nightmares are made of. Years from now, when I am sitting around the campfire with my children, I will tell them the story of last night with a flashlight under my chin, and it will haunt them as much as it haunted me.
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WARNING! CARRY ON READING OR ELSE YOU WILL DIE, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl named Clarissa. She was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital because she killed her mom and dad. She got so bad that she went to kill all the staff in the hospital, so the More-government decided that the best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her as humane as possible, but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death, she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a Monday night at 12:00a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. Apparently, if you copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes, u will have the best day of ur life tomorrow. U will either get kissed or asked out. If u break this chain, u will see a little dead girl in your room. In 53 mins someone will say I love you or I'm sorry
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So I confronted Ian Babydick last night at the Town Square Mall last night only to be called a scumbag for it later on by Bob Cook. More as the world turns wah wah wah, crybaby drama. Can't believe how people try to justify their constant shit talk and act like its never gonna come back to haunt them one day. Sad times we are living in.
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An old man and woman were married for many years. Whenever there was a confrontation, yelling could be heard deep into the night.

The old man would shout, "When I die, I will dig my way up and out of the grave and come back and haunt you for the rest of your life!"

Neighbors feared him. The old man liked the fact that he was feared. To everyone's relief, he died of a heart attack when he was 98

His wife had a closed casket at the funeral. After the burial, her neighbors, concerned for her safety, asked, "Aren't you afraid that he may indeed be able to dig his way out of the grave and haunt you for the rest of your life?"

The wife said, "Let him dig. I had him buried upside down. And I know he won't ask for directions."
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The latest and greatest Haunted Attraction in Southwest Virginia! The Haunt may be new, but the actors are anything but..!! We are the creators of the haunted attraction formerly known as "Spooky World USA" at Graham's Forge. Watch for special announcements and appearances in 2013, as well as event announcements for our GRAND OPENING in 2014! We want to thank each and every one of our fans and supporters who encouraged us, as a family, to create our magic of extreme horror for the dedicated members of our Haunt Community. In 2013 we will be gearing up to assist our fellow SWVA Haunt Attractions! If you would like for the "Reeking Havok" crew to visit YOUR Haunted Attraction for a night/weekend this haunt season, please contact us!
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2013 revelation: 23 yrs later, 3weeks ago ieye ran into the guy who ieye had not seen since 1990 who ieye was tutoring in night school, he had long time ago moved away but just so happened to be visting a friend who had been sick. he so happened to come to butcher boy and there ieye was, standing in front selling candy and this guy comes up to me with a look like he knows me but not quite sure. ieye took him as someone trying to find out what ieye was selling cause at the time ieye was thinking this is the first time ever seeing him but was wondering why was he looking like he knew me. he asked me was my name kevin palmer and ieye told him it once was then he asked did ieye attended ej gay night school in 1990 and was a tutor and yes was to that so then it started coming to me and ieye noticed that this older caucasian guy was the same guy who was the mechanic in night school with me. we happily shook one another hand and hugged asking how each had been doing. he told me that he had been doing well and often wondered what had taken place with me and hoped that he would one day see me again to tell me how much of an impact my talk had on him as well as thank me me for tutoring help and fueling the fire within that set him on a blaze. he broke down to me how he not only got his GED but also eventually went on to community college and then from there to a four year college and then on from there to getting a masters in education. along the journey he also told me that what ieye toldhim he passed on to his kids and when his son was struggling in school and made a few f's he told him about the youngman who spent 2 yrs in the 7th grade, 3yrs in the 8th grade, dropped out in the 10th but was smart enough to teach others by way of being a tutor and a great one at that(big kool aid smile moment there). he even shared some words of wisdom that he probably did not know how wise they were(ieye didn't heck as much as ieye knew in my heart how ieye felt was true, there was times when you are standing in that wind alone that you wonder should you bring your ass back in with everyone one else out the wind) these wise words he said he told his son was that an a & an f are the same thing just letters of the alphabet and that grades can never define your intelligence(as ieye think about that moment and write this, it takes me so aback that something ieye said was deeply remembered and used in a positive manner and it was something thought of as crazy) and never let someone else intelligence make your intelligence seem lesser cause everybody has intelligence as well as ignorance. he said he told him how ieye had broke down ignorance and intelligence etc, in a nutshell him going on to college enabled him to motivate his kids to eventually go to college cause as he would tell them, if a highschool dropout like your dad can do it then yall can definitely do t. he told me he did something else ieye told him which ieye forgot, in school his reading level was at third grade, by the time ieye left it was considerably up but what ieye told him was never stop reading and read everything even if you don't like it or are not interested in it cause the more different stuff you read, there more different stuff you learn. he was dying to know had ieye ever went to college, which was no(except for going to medical training college for massage therapy). ieye also told him that in some from or fashion from that time until now ieye have done tutoring in prison, volunteered for awhile at the baton rouge adult literacy program and just in my own lil way keep sharing knowledge and by running into him that day, ieye will be stepping my game up even more so in that department cause ieye would have never thought something ieye did 23 yrs ago would come back to beautifully haunt me. we agreed to stay in touch(oh he bought some candy for the first time and brought it back to where he stays and told me that his wife son and daughter and friends loved it and he must get more) plus he made it a point that ieye talk to his son and daughter so that they could talk to the man who inspired their daddy in his quest for knowledge which this led to me being invited to his daughter wedding.
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Kim Kardashian leaked naughty modeling photos? Kanye is going to be pissed after he sees this O_O - http://bit.ly/14Yv82b
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VWARNING! CARRY ON READING OR ELSE YOU WILL DIE, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl named Clarissa. She was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital because she killed her mom and dad. She got so bad that she went to kill all the staff in the hospital, so the More-government decided that the best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her as humane as possible, but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death, she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a Monday night at 12:00a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. Apparently, if you copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes, u will have the best day of ur life tomorrow. U will either get kissed or asked out. If u break this chain, u will see a little dead girl in your room. In 53 mins someone will say I love you or I'm sorry
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Just like a demon in disguise.. you Haunt me day and night... conspiring in my mind...
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I love him so much I smile all the time I talk to him:)<3
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Theres an old town wrought
With mystery of Tom
The poet and his muse
And the magic lake
Which gave a life
To the words the poet used

Now the muse she was his happiness
And he rhymed about her grace
And told her stories of treasures
Deep beneath the blackened waves

Till in the stillness of one dawn
Still in its mystic crown
The muse she went down to the lake
And in the waves she drowned

And now to see your love set free
You will need the witches cabin key
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night
Thats how you reshape destiny

The Poet came down to the lake
To call out to his dear
When there was no answer
He was overcome with fear
He searched in vain for his treasure lost
And too soon the night would fall
And only his own echo
Would wail back at his call

And when he swore to bring back his love
By the stories hed create
Nightmares shifted endlessly
In the darkness of the lake

And now to see your love set free
You will need the witches cabin key
Find the lady of the light still ravin in the night
Thats how you reshape destiny

In the dead of night she came to him
with darkness in her eyes
Wearing a mourning gown
Sweet words as her disguise
He took her in without a word
For he saw his grave mistake
And vowed them both to silence
Deep beneath the lake

Now if its real or just a dream
One mystery remains
For it is said
On moonless nights
they may still haunt this place

And now to see your love set free
You will need the witches cabin key
Find the lady of the light gone mad with the night
Thats how you reshape destiny

And now to see your love set free
You will need the witches cabin key
Find the lady of the light still ravin in the night
Thats how you reshape destiny
old of asgard: poets and the muse
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Punar Vivah 2 18th June 2013 Written Episode

Scene 1:
Location: In the shop
Sarita cant believe what she just heard, when Divya says that she has come back for him only. Raj hugs her tight, saying that he loves her. Sarita is distraught, and sits down crying dishevelled. Divya says that she knows that he wanted to ask this only. When he nods, she says that she didnt forget one minute and waited for ten years, and when she came to his house, she got to know that he’s someone else’s now, and that he’s married. she says that with responsibilities, she went to Mumbai, but never forgot him for a moment. She says that she never married or had an affair with anyone else, as her wait for him kept her alive, while he went ahead and got married. Raj asks what did he do, as he was forced into this marriage, by the emotional blackmailing of his parents. His life stopped there only, and he maybe married, but he always loved and will always love Divya. He says that sarita is just his repsonsibility, and actually he has always loved her. He says that he wants these ten years to go away, and only wants to be with her, and that he hasnt even touched sarita ever, as her Raj cant do this kind of a betrayal. He says that the contest is a reason for her to come to him, and asks if that is the truth. She nods, and says that she would tell the true reason for her coming there. She tells him about Acharya Ji, who she revers, and she thought that when raj is with someone, and decided to marry someone else. But her guru, told that her life and love isnt with Gaurav, and that she would get married to the person, who she loved and waited for ten years, and that even the fate is in their favour. And so it happened, and her marriage stopped, and she left her pheras incomplete, for coming to him. raj says that he too wants to stay with her, and asks what should he do, to make that happen. She tells him that her guru told her that by the next month’s Amavasya, Sarita would be with him, and she would die after that, and they can get married then. raj is shocked to know this. Raj refuses to believe this, while divya tries to convince him. She says that he would himslef believe it in the coming 30 days, when sarita dies off. Raj asks her to shutup, and divya is happy to see him concerned about sarita. She says that he shouted at her for sarita, and asks about the relationship with him. Raj says that its nothing like that, and he wants to be with her, but not at the cost of Sarita’s death. Divya thinks that this fact has given him support to carry on with her mission, of getting sarita together with Raj.

Scene 2:
Location: Jagotia’s residence
Sundari asks Sohan, if she knew the girl who loved raj so much, because of who he couldnt accept sarita. He says no and asks her to let him sleep. After he dozes off, she thinks that there’s some old connection between Raj and Divya, and she would find out. Sundari stealthily goes to Divya’s room, and even after knocking when she doesnt respond, she thinks that Divya has gone to sleep. When she opens the room, not finding her there, she thinks that Divya might have run away with Raj. The whole family is shocked, when they find that Divya is missing. sohan decides to call the police, but sundari asks him not to insult the whole family, as with this news, the media would haunt them badly. He asks what should he do then. She asks where is raj, and as he’s a friend of Divya’s and would know where his friend goes at this hour. He decides to go to the shop. sundari also tags along. Granny says that ever since, choti bahi has come to their house, it looks like a new serial has started in their own house.

Scene 3:
Location: On the road
As the family goes to search for Divya, they are surprised when they find Divya, who tells them that because she didnt feel sleepy, she went out for a walk. The daughters get excited and decided to emulate it. While all excitedly decide top get her home, Divya thinks that if she had gotten a little late, they would have known about Raj and her. But the candle lit shop goes unescaped by Shiela who eyes Divya, curtly.

Scene 4:
Location: Jagotia’s mansion
While the whole family along with kamla, is doing the rituals to get Divya of bad luck, Shiela tells them that divya came yesterday, and everybody is pampering her like a Goddess, but the actual bahu of this hosue is missing, and noone’s bothered at all. While all are surprised and tensed too, Divya wonders where did sarita go. Her mother says that she may have run away, as she has never listened to anyone anyways. Just then sundari announces Sarita coming. Kamla starts taunting her of having an affair and staying out late nights. Sarita says that if she had to do it, she wouldnt have waited for ten years, and as it is, noone wants to come to this house. She says that she went to the roof, as she wasnt feeling sleepy. As she walk with a limp, She says that she had a sprain in the leg. As Divya concernedly asks her what happened, kamla begins taunting her again that its just another excuse to get rod of the household work. Granny finally asks her to put a stop to her taunts. she asks kamla to go to her room, and not bother everyone, just because her husband doesnt stay with her. Sundari asks divya to go to her room and rest. Sarita is saddened. granny comes to her and patting her, she too retires for the night. Sarita wonders if she didnt make a mistake inviting divya into the house. She decides to go right away and ask Divya of her true intentions to come into this house.

Divya prays to the Tulsi, to ask for strength, sop that she doesnt she says that Raj still loves him dearly, and she knows that she has to come in frotn of raj repeatedly, but asks for the power so that she can control her emotions, just like Arjun in kurukshetra, who had to put his religion before his feelings. She says that she lied to Raj, that she has come for him. Divya thinks that she wants to fill sarita’s life with colours, and that she is just a medium to get her closer to raj, who she herself doesnt have any belonging to. She prays to the Goddess’s help to help her give everything that she has promised to sarita, and strength so that she can control her heart.

Scene 5:
Location: In the shop
Raj is very tensed at what divya said, thinking that he cant believe but he is actually missing sarita badly. He refuses to believe about the prophecy, but then thinks why would his divya lie to him, when she kn ows that he doesnt like lies at all. The screen freezes on his face.

Precap: Raj assures Divya that they can be together with each other in this house. divya uneasily asks what does he mean. Raj says that the prophecy is useless, and nothing would happen to Sarita, and he asks for her help to get Sarita remarried. Divya is shocked and tensed to hear this.manager L
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Jurors say they're 'stuck' in Detroit officer's manslaughter case. Judge, however, sends them back into jury room for more deliberation. More tonight at 5 p.m. http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/story/22622830/jury-says-theyre-stuck-in-detroit-officers-manslaughter-case
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Fear fact #2 spirits that haunt..want ur ATTENTION !!
Spooky night people!!
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Have you seen any Halloween items this year that make you say "Wow, that's a must have!" I have to admit, I've seen fewer wow items this year. We're thinking we're going to have to start designing our own products rather than wait on manufacturers to come up with something cool. What would YOU like to see? What would give your haunt the "wow" factor?
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Good article but why do none of these books say a man must keep himself pure for his wife!!!!????0_o

I was nineteen years old and crazy in love with Jesus when that preacher told an auditorium I was “damaged goods” because of my sexual past. He was making every effort to encourage this crowd of young adults to “stay pure for marriage.” He was passionate, yes, well-intentioned, and he was a good speaker, very convincing indeed.

And he stood up there and shamed me, over and over and over again.

Oh, he didn’t call me up to the front and name me. But he stood up there and talked about me with such disgust, like I couldn’t be in that real-life crowd of young people worshipping in that church. I felt spotlighted and singled out amongst the holy, surely my red face announced my guilt to every one.

He passed around a cup of water and asked us all to spit into it. Some boys horked and honked their worst into that cup while everyone laughed. Then he held up that cup of cloudy saliva from the crowd and asked, “Who wants to drink this?!”

And every one in the crowd made barfing noises, no way, gross!

“This is what you are like if you have sex before marriage,” he said seriously, “you are asking your future husband or wife to drink this cup.”

Over the years the messages melded together into the common refrain: “Sarah, your virginity was a gift and you gave it away. You threw away your virtue for a moment of pleasure. You have twisted God’s ideal of sex and love and marriage. You will never be free of your former partners, the boys of your past will haunt your marriage like soul-ties. Your virginity belonged to your future husband. You stole from him. If – if! – you ever get married, you’ll have tremendous baggage to overcome in your marriage, you’ve ruined everything. No one honourable or godly wants to marry you. You are damaged goods, Sarah.”

If true love waits, I heard, then I have been disqualified from true love.

In the face of our sexually-dysfunctional culture, the Religions longs to stand as an outpost of God’s ways of love and marriage, purity and wholeness.

And yet we twist that until we treat someone like me – and, according to this research, 80% of you are like me – as if our value and worth was tied up in our virginity.

We, the majority non-virgins in the myopic purity conversations, feel like the dirty little secret, the not-as-goods, the easily judged example. In this clouded swirl of shame, our sexual choices are the barometer of our righteousness and worth. We can’t let any one know, so we keep it quiet, lest any one discover we were not virgins on some mythic wedding night. We don’t want to be the object of disgust or pity or gossip or judgement. And in the silence, our shame – and the lies of the enemy – grow.



And so here, now, I’ll stand up and say it, the way I wish someone had said it to me fifteen years ago when I was sitting in that packed auditorium with my heart racing, wrists aching, eyes stinging, drowning and silenced by the imposition of shame masquerading as ashes of repentance:

“So, you had sex before you were married.

It’s okay.

Really. It’s okay.

There is no shame in God's love. Let him without sin cast the first stone. You are more than your virginity – or lack thereof – and more than your sexual past.

Your marriage is not doomed because you said yes to the boys you loved as a young woman. Your husband won’t hold it against you, he’s not that weak and ego-driven, choose a man marked by grace.

It’s likely you would make different choices, if you knew then what you know now, but, darling, don’t make it more than it is, and don’t make it less than it is. Let it be true, and don’t let anyone silence you or the redeeming work of God in your life out of shame.

Now, through God you’re clear, like Canadian mountain water, rushing and alive, quenching and bracing, in your wholeness.

Virginity isn’t a guarantee of healthy sexuality or marriage. You don’t have to consign your sexuality to the box marked “Wrong.” Your very normal and healthy desires aren’t a switch to be flipped. Morality tales and false identities aren’t the stuff of a real marriage. Purity isn’t judged by outward appearances and technicalities. The sheep and the goats are not divided on the basis of their virginity. (Besides, this focus is weird and over-realized, it’s the flip side of the culture’s coin which values women only for their sexuality. It’s also damaging, not only for you, but for the virgins in the room, too. Really, there’s a lot of baggage from this whole purity movement heading out into the world.)

For I am convinced, right along with the Apostle Paul, that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any other power, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God. Not even “neither virginity nor promiscuity” and all points between can separate you from this love. You are loved – without condition – beyond your wildest dreams already.

I would say: Sarah, your worth isn’t determined by your virginity. What a lie.

No matter what that preacher said that day, no matter how many purity balls are thrown with sparkling upper-middle-class extravagance, no matter the purity rings and the purity pledges, no matter the judgemental Gospel-negating rhetoric used with the best of intentions, no matter the “how close is too close?” serious conversations of boundary-marking young Christians, no matter the circumstances of your story, you are not disqualified from life or from joy or from marriage or from your calling or from a healthy and wonderful lifetime of sex because you had – and, heaven forbid, enjoyed – sex before you were married.

Darling, young one burning with shame and hiding in the silence, listen now: Don’t believe that lie. You never were, you never will be, damaged goods.”

Apostle Paul quote from Romans 8:38-39
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http://metalnewz.com/2013/06/18/rob-zombie-announces-la-horror-fest-the-great-american-nightmare/

ROB ZOMBIE Announces LA Horror Fest: The Great American Nightmare
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Groundbreaking musician and filmmaker Rob Zombie will unleash his Great American Nightmare on Los Angeles this Halloween season. This bone-chilling experience will combine the most advanced haunted house attractions with a not-to-be-missed music festival from top artists in hard rock, alternative, EDM, and more, every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday from October 10 through November 2, 2013 at the Fairplex FEARplex in Pomona, CA, just outside Los Angeles.
A creative collaboration between masters of the macabre Rob Zombie and preeminent haunted house producer Steve Kopelman, the fully immersive haunted house experience will feature three attractions based on Zombie’s own horror films: Lords Of Salem Total Black Out, The Haunted World Of El Superbeasto 3D, and Haunt Of 1,000 Corpses. The shocking–and sometimes disturbing–fright attractions will offer a three-dimensional experience with animatronics and effects, a maze that is the ultimate definition of claustrophobia and fear, sudden chills and startling thrills, and salacious humor that will make one scream with fright and laughter.
As if these sinister attractions weren’t enough, Rob Zombie’s Great American Nightmare will also feature 15 nights of music from top national and regional artists in the indie/punk, EDM, metal, rock and Latin genres including Andrew WK, BL3ND,Blood On The Dance Floor, Dirtyloud, Dirtyphonics, Doctor P, Emilie Autumn,Evol Intent, Fei-Fei, Goldfinger, Heavygrinder, Kottonmouth Kings, Metalachi,One More Time, Ozomatli, Reel Big Fish, Terravita, The Used, Twiztid, William Control, Zomboy, and many more.
In addition to music, one special night will also feature the outrageous pro wrestling sensations Lucha Libre USA. Look for details about the music performance schedule–including additional major headlining acts–to be announced on June 29 and visit www.GreatAmericanNightmare.com for details.
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so sad last day of school :(:(:( cry cry ima miss everyone this summer
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Do I cash in on Sam Byram or do I try and wait for his value to increase over the course of the season and then sell him on?

-JC
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Part 2 Chapter 6

And here it is... the turning of Kristof... still a part of chapter 6...pay attention to the sketch... I am still hoping to find an artist who can draw the "Faceless Woman" It could be the cover of the printed version of the book...

The next few days blurred together for Kristof. All that he felt was a dreadful sadness and emptiness now that his mother was gone. He made the necessary arrangements for the funeral mass and the burial. When it was all over and done, Kristof picked up his violin and played until his fingers bled. He cried an ocean of tears, and still all he could feel was such desperate loneliness without his beloved mama.
The only thing that kept Kristof from going mad was his music and his beloved violin. He still played with the orchestra up until the very night of Mozart’s death. Again, Kristof felt the sting of death and the grave in his life. He felt himself slipping into a dark descent, straight into the fires of Hell. He became angry that he was alone. He stopped reaching out to anyone. The passion for life that once had burned so brightly within him had now been smothered. Kristof was dead inside and it was physical death that he longed for now. If Kristof were dead, then he would not be hurting anymore; he desperately needed to stop hurting.
One late night, after the most recent performance, Kristof sat in a tavern and nearly drank himself to death. That is, after all, what he wanted the most; to be released from the desperate loneliness that seemed to swallow him whole. When the tavern closed, Kristof was pushed into the street. He was too far from his castle to walk home, and it seemed that someone had stolen his horse and carriage.
He staggered down an alleyway, trying to think of what to do. His mind was so clouded with wine that he could not think. He leaned against the wall of a brick building and felt his limp body slowly slide to the ground. He wasn’t sure of just how long he had lain there in the alley; but suddenly he was awakened from his drunken stupor to find that someone, or something that he could not see was lifting him off his feet and into the air.
Any ordinary man could not have accomplished this because Kristof was very tall and large in stature. Kristof was very and intimidating, he was a formidable opponent for any man; but he was drunk; and whatever it was, held him in a death grip around the throat. Kristof was literally being lifted off the ground; his legs kicking and arms flailing to affect escape. But for Kristof there would be no escape, because no matter how hard he tried, Kristof could not loosen the grip of the hand that held his throat. Kristof pulled with all his might to pry the fingers loose from his throat; but to no avail. The last thing Kristof remembered seeing was a dark figure wearing a black tri-corn and a long, black, cloak. Then Kristof felt the creature’s chilling breath upon his throat.
The bite itself hurt at first, but then the sensation became very pleasurable; it was like a light-headed swoon. He could feel his very life force being sucked from his heart along with his blood as well. Slower and slower his heartbeat pounded until it nearly stopped altogether. Part of Kristof began to feel relief; death was, after all, what he wanted. And even though he longed for death there was also a part of him that still clung desperately to the last shred of life that remained, so he tried once more to free himself from this fiend, only to find himself too weak from loss of blood.
As his life flashed before his eyes in those last moments, Kristof knew he was dying and he began to feel at peace, because this was exactly what he wanted. Kristof wanted to be released from his pain and deep loneliness; but what of his true love? What if she really was out there somewhere, just like his mother had said she was? As Kristof’s eyes began to close for what he thought would be the last time, he felt relief. “Finally I can be at peace,” he thought. “I can be with mama and papa again; I can feel love again.”
Kristof felt his face being pushed toward that of the fiend who held him; the thing leaned forward and kissed Kristof. Having been nearly drained of blood, Kristof did not have the strength to fight back. That is when it hit him; Kristof tasted his own blood on the creature’s lips. It tasted like liquid lightening on his tongue. His mouth was filled with the sticky, warm, fiery flavor of life. The realization that he tasted his own blood from the lips of the monster that was taking his life hit him filled him with rage. As Kristof drank in the traces of his blood from the monster’s lips, he suddenly burst back to life; his rage was intensified as he began to understand what was happening. He craved more of the fiery elixir; he needed to calm the burning thirst that now consumed him.
His voice was hoarse and raspy, he breathed out the word “More…” as the creature pulled away from his face. The thirst burned like the fires of Hell itself, as the vampire bit his own wrist and pressed the wound to Kristof’s lips. He felt the pull of the fledgling’s mouth on the wound; he felt his own life force grow weaker as his fledgling drank deeper still. The creature tried to pull his wrist away from Kristof’s mouth, but the volume of blood that Kristof pulled from his veins had substantially weakened him. The strength of the newborn fledgling was fueled by the rage that burned within him; Kristof was unstoppable.
When Kristof had drunk his fill he let the vampire crumple to the cobblestone street upon which they both had stood only moments before.
“Why did you do that? I wanted to die you fool. Why did you bring me back?” he screamed at the creature. As what was left of the vampire’s blood spilled onto the cobblestones he looked up at Kristof with sorrowful eyes
With his last dying breath the vampire said “So lonely…” With those words the vampire shriveled into a pile of dust that blew away into the air; he was nothing more than scattered embers blowing away in the moonlight.
“Sorry about the loneliness,” Kristof said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and false pity. “I guess I helped you with that; only I think not in the way that you had planned.” Kristof noticed as he leaned down to pick up his violin, that he felt not merely alive, but much stronger than ever before. In fact, all of his senses seemed sharper and more acute. He could see in the darkness with uncanny clarity. The sounds that he heard seemed to be intensified to the point that even the smallest insect’s mating call sounded like a symphony. He reached out and plucked the strings of the violin, just to hear the sound. It was like nothing he had ever heard before. It was mournful, yet beautiful and sweeter than he ever dreamed it could be. The notes seemed to cling to the very air that sustained them.
“My old friend,” Kristof said to his violin; it appears that we will become yet closer companions for a very long time, if what I believe just happened is real. I am Nosferatu; I am dead, yet more alive than ever. It was the ultimate dichotomy, was it not, alive vs. dead? I am dead but still my heart beats. Although Kristof didn’t realize it yet; the theme of dichotomy would prove to be a recurring theme for the rest of what now was his immortal life. His life lesson; the lesson that he desperately needed to learn was how to reconcile the two extremes. And yet one more dichotomy would now be prevalent in his life; that being damnation vs. redemption. This was the deepest dichotomy of them all. Kristof had much to learn about what Kristof had become.
It suited him, really, because since the death of his beloved mother, Kristof had felt shrouded in darkness; both physical and spiritual darkness. But now Kristof could embrace the darkness, now that it seeped into the very core of his soul. In an effort to feel safe again, Kristof began the long walk back to the castle where he was born…Previously he would not have considered this to be possible; but now, with his knew found strength, Kristof knew he could make the journey in very little time. He needed to be where he could feel safe; he needed a place of solitude where he could begin to sort out all of the questions that now haunted him. His mother’s spirit still dwelt in that castle; and Kristof needed to feel her spirit to calm the turmoil he now felt. He carried the violin tucked safely under his arm as he began his long journey. The world around him felt more alive and vibrant than ever. Kristof was nearly fifty kilometers from his home; a journey that by horse and carriage might take two days. And yet, Kristof had traversed the distance in but a few hours, on foot. Surprisingly, he did not feel the least bit tired when he arrived at the castle.
Kristof went to his room with his violin. He went out onto the balcony to play. No matter how much despair he felt at any given time; his music would always soothe him. Music was the balm that nurtured his tortured soul. Kristof pulled the violin from its protective pouch and tucked it under his chin. With the bow poised above the strings the thought occurred to Kristof that as a vampire he would have all of eternity to find his woman; he was immortal now and he would find her. If necessary he would search the world over to find the one woman who would love him in spite of the dark thing, the monster that he had become.
As he played the sweet yet sorrowful music Kristof thought about his angel, and he poured his love for her into the song he was composing for her. Kristof prayed to God, if there was a God, that somehow he would be permitted to find her and make her his blood bride. Yet having been turned into this blood drinking monster, Kristof was not sure that his prayer would even be heard. After what had happened tonight; Kristof was not sure if God really existed; if he did, how could he allow an abomination such as Kristof to have come into being? How could he have let this happen? And what could Kristof do to beg for redemption if he must resort to taking lives to sustain his own? There were far too many questions; and not nearly enough answers.
Kristof played his violin there in the balcony until the dawn broke over the mountains the next morning. He entered his room and let his weary body collapse onto his bed and there he slept. He had no need of a coffin in which to sleep; he needed only to draw the heavy bed curtains closed to block out the horrid sunlight. He slept until he woke at dusk; He woke to a parched, shriveled feeling inside his body and an unslakable, burning thirst in his throat. Kristof had never known a thirst such as this; it was unbearable and it burned incessantly in his throat.
He reached for an opened bottle of white wine that sat on the table beside the bed. His loyal servant, Karl, had no doubt left it. Droplets of condensation still clung to he bottle as Kristof lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. Still his thirst burned in his throat. Instinctively, Kristof knew for what he thirsted; Kristof needed blood. It was the only way to cool the thirst that burned into his very soul He could feel the urgency rising within him; He needed to feed… he needed to feed now.
It seemed that a cacophony of voices began to rise from deep within him. There were so many that Kristof could not hear anything that was being said; somehow he was sure it was better this way. It felt as if a swarm of bees were buzzing of bees inside a hive; only the hive was his head. It grew louder and louder until Kristof could barely think He called for Karl to prepare his horse for an evening ride. The castle was perhaps fifteen kilometers from Cologne; but Kristof knew he would make it in record time.
Kristof was dressed in his best attire. He wore a red velvet jacket with a white, silk, shirt, black riding breeches and tall, leather boots. It was a daunting task to calm his horse enough to mount the animal; it seemed the horse could sense the monster within. Kristof found that he could calm the spirited animal by the thoughts that poured from his mind. As Kristof held the horse’s head in his hands in his hands, he pressed his forehead against that of the animal and let his soothing words flow
“Shadow, my old friend, it is I, Kristof. I will not harm you.” He said, and using his mind he pushed these words into the mind of the animal. He looked the animal in the eyes, and breathed his scent into the horse’s nostrils, and softly caressed Shadow’s velvety nose. The horse seemed to calm down almost immediately; he allowed Kristof to mount him and they headed into the city for… well for dinner, of course.
Kristof found that he could push his spirit out to those around him. It seemed that he could lure women to him by sending out his essence in this manner. It seemed to work especially well with women, as there was an undercurrent of sexual tension when he did this. Kristof was intrigued by this trick of the mind; it would prove to b very valuable talent to possess.
As Kristof entered the outskirts of the city he found several taverns in which he could hunt for his victims. He planned to find a pretty girl and woo her to the point where she trusted him enough to leave the tavern with him. His biggest concern was where to make the kill.
He would pull her into an alleyway, or perhaps behind the tavern itself. He would kiss her and touch her until she gave him her body. He would take her sexually first; and then he would take her life. He chose a blond girl with a willing spirit who seemed to be fascinated with him. This all seemed almost too easy; perhaps these “gifts” were to enhance the instincts of the predator that Kristof had become. It took less than thirty minutes for Kristof to entice her to join him for a walk in the cool night air.
They walked down the avenue to a grassy area very near to a large gothic church. How Ironic, Kristof mused; to pursue not only carnal pleasures, but to inflict death upon this young girl so near to a churchyard. It was almost as if he were sacrificing her to the angels.
Kristof took her right there under the stars, and while she moaned in ecstasy he felt his canine teeth extend and he sank them into the supple flesh of her neck. He knew that she would soon bleed out and die if he left her there. Part of him did not want her to suffer; so he drank deeper until he could feel the pounding of her heart grow slower and more faint; and then it finally stopped. His heart pounded faster as hers grew slower; at the end he took her life into his veins.
The girl lay lifeless and limp in his arms; and as he held her dead body Kristof began to feel a rush of memories. His eyes began to fill with tears of blood that spilled down his cheeks as he saw this girl’s life pass before his bloodstained eyes. He could feel the memories rushing through his veins; as if they were part of the blood that he had just consumed. As eternity stretched out before him, Kristof would soon come to realize that this would happen every time he took a life. These sounds and images were the blood memories. This was the origin of the voices that Kristof had heard prior to the taking of this victim.
As Kristof let the girl’s body slide to the ground, he remembered the words of his mother; he remembered her words about the emptiness of sex without love. At that moment he knew she was right; he had never felt as empty and hollow as he felt at this moment. Kristof began to feel angry with himself for betraying himself and his mama yet again. As he walked back to his horse, a thief accosted Kristof. He pushed the fledgling up against the outside wall of the church and held a knife to Kristof’s throat. The newborn vampire laughed and reached for the throat of the criminal, lifted him off the ground and drained him to the point of death. His thirst finally satiated; Kristof walked back to the tavern, mounted his horse and rode back to the castle.
When he arrived Kristof went to his room and pulled out a piece of parchment and his charcoal sticks. He sat at the large, polished wooden table in his room and began to sketch. His thoughts were filled with his sainted mother’s words. Mama had said that she was out there, somewhere. Would he know when he had found her? As he sat there, Kristof imagined how she might look. Perhaps he was beginning to understand why Mama had said to give his heart and soul first. Somehow, though, Kristof felt certain that when he did meet her he would feel it in the naked core of his soul.
Kristof knew it would take time; how much time? Of that fact he could not be sure; but being the immortal monster that he was, it really made no difference. Kristof had all of the time in the world to find her. He looked down and realized that the whole time his thoughts had been so consumed by this woman he had been sketching her image. He had not even been looking at the parchment at all; and as his eyes caressed the page, he saw that he had drawn the portrait of a woman with long, flowing hair. The features of her face were drawn so very lightly that it appeared that she had no face at all. There were no eyes, only a faint shadow to show where the eyes should be. She had the slightest hint of an upturned nose, and faint, beautiful, full lips. Looking at the drawing, Kristof realized that these details were really his own mind filling in what was missing;
He decided that he would fill in the details of her face when she could pose for him. He picked up the drawing and his violin and went out onto the balcony to play in the moonlight. He put the portrait at his feet so that he could look down upon it as he played. The music was his music; it was the same beautiful song that he had composed the night before. Tonight it would become her song; he vowed to play this song for her every night until he found her. The notes were sweet and sad at the same time; Kristof poured his longing for her into the very pull of the bow across the strings. He looked down at the picture of her that he had drawn as he played the song and saw tears of blood splash upon it. As he lifted his face toward the moon there were tears of blood streaming down his face.
“I want you.” He called out into the night sky; pushing that thought out into the universe, pushing it out to her whoever she might be. He hoped that she would somehow hear him calling to her. Kristof knew in his heart that he would find her… someday.
Since those early days of his new “life” so to speak, Kristof had passed through two centuries and two decades to arrive at this moment in time. He had not yet found the woman for whom he was seeking; nor had he abandoned his search for her. Her spirit possessed him. The longing for her that Kristof felt filled his mind and his soul; at times it felt more like a curse to him.
It was more important than ever now that Kristof had eternity literally stretching out before him. He had spent over two centuries walking through the deepest darkness in his endless search for her. His only companion was his violin; and as the years passed him by, Kristof knew that he needed to find her; or find a way to end his own miserable existence.
As Kristof began his journey into the twentieth century, he decided to get an education. He attended the best universities in Europe; but received his PhD in Biology and Chemistry from the University of Heidelberg in his home country of Germany. Kristof was fluent in several languages, as he had incorporated the study of language in the classes that he chose. He had learned that as a vampire, not only were his senses enhances, but his ability to learn was enhanced as well. He had read in one of his textbooks that humans only use ten percent of their brain capacity. It was different for vampires; a vampire uses 75% of his brain if not one hundred percent. This accounted for the special abilities that Kristof possessed.
As a vampire Kristof could send messages out to a group of people in general, or to one specific individual if he could tune in to the frequency of their brain waves. He had been sending messages to his faceless woman in this manner for many years. It was only recently that Kristof began to feel that something had changed, somehow. It was as if he could finally feel a hint of her presence in the world. It felt as if she could really hear him; at last she could hear him. Kristof knew that he was getting closer.
The old parchment drawing he had sketched so very long ago was tattered and nearly gone now; but Kristof had replaced it with a tattoo of her empty face. It adorned his body in the space over his heart, where she would live forever. At night Kristof would stand on the balcony and look over the countryside that cradled his castle; he would cover the tattoo with his right hand and say to her,
“I want you”; pushing the thought and the love and longing out into the universe to her. As yet he had not received a specific answer; but now in the twenty-first century he could clearly feel her presence. This thought filled him with hope.
Another pursuit in which Kristof engaged himself was extensive research in biology and chemistry as well. He understood the chemistry of the human body, and was doing research into the nature of vampire blood. He was using his own blood to study the differences between humans and vampires. His goal was to one day synthesize human blood so that he would no longer have to kill in order to survive.
Having lived for so long as a vampire, Kristof had seen the miracles of science and medicine unfold before his very eyes. These magnificent advances in medicine fascinated him. To think that now it was commonplace to remove a diseased heart and replace it with one that is healthy; a heart taken from a dead body. Such was Victor Frankenstein’s dream, was it not? If Frankenstein’s dreams could become reality, why then could Kristof ‘s dream not be realized? Kristof believed that it could be. In this century as well as great advances in science and medicine there were also dreaded, incurable diseases; some of which made the Black Death seem tame in comparison. The most frightening of these modern diseases was Ebola; which caused the affected to bleed from every orifice. More prevalent than even Ebola was AIDS. Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome was killing millions of people. Twenty five million people had died so far from AIDS; since it’s discovery in the early 1980s. It was tragic and it was incurable; even with today’s modern medicine.
AIDS was transmitted through the exchange of body fluids; it was a blood-borne disease; meaning it could be contracted through a blood transfusion or sexual contact. And with the loose morals and sexual promiscuity of this century; it is no wonder that AIDS is a worldwide epidemic. Kristof was reminded of how he used to revel in the way that the women of his past had given themselves to him so willingly.
In this day and age women were often the aggressor in the game of sexual contact; Kristof was truly bothered by this, because he wanted his woman to be pure in her heart. He was not so naive as to believe that when he found his woman that she would be a virgin; that was almost unheard of in this day and age. With modern attitudes about sex being what they were; it was more important than ever to find a cure for this disease. The important thing to take into account was that mankind needed a cure for AIDS and Kristof knew the mysterious healing element within his blood might just provide that elusive cure. Kristof had worked with many people in Europe in search of a cure; but problems occurred when patients received vampire blood. They would be cured of their disease, but would become monsters themselves. Kristof’s thoughts drifted back to his faceless woman; as was often the case.
Kristof felt certain that when he did find her she would be the kind of woman who would be willing to wait until the time was right before they joined together as one. This was what his mama had wanted for him all along. Kristof found that he felt angry when he did have sex; so he often sought release by his own hand… if at all. It was difficult to even engage in that type of activity with his mama’s voice always in the back of his mind.
His mama’s words came back to haunt Kristof often, and it made him feel great shame for the shallow way in which he had behaved when she was still alive. That his mother had been witness to the decadent path he had chosen then made Kristof very sad indeed. This is why the faceless woman would be such a big part of his redemption. Kristof had taken countless lives over the course of two centuries; to find a cure for AIDS, Kristof felt might win his redemption in the eyes of God. If he could win the heart of his beautiful woman; being the monster that he was, his redemption would be complete.
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Life's like a road that you travel on. There's one day here, and the next day gone. Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand. Sometimes you turn your back to the wind. There's a world outside every darkened door where blues won't haunt you anymore. Where the brave are free and lovers soar. Come ride with me to the distant shore. We won't hesitate, to break down the garden gate. There's not much time left today. Life is a highway, I wanna ride it ALL NIGHT LONG! :)
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10...9...8...



7-year-old boy put

6 feet deep in a

5-foot coffin, wonderin’ what

4 while

3 grown men have to

2 to drive by and he dodged a couple of bullets but

1



JÉSUS:

Room as bright as a the box little brother sleeps in (sleeps in)

Big brother, feeling like a magician,

cut it up in the corner with mary jane cause like mom and little brother

he already made Jack Daniels disappear



and as



tears trickle down face, veins and eyes bloodshot red,

heart pounds like beating drums in Africa.

Being a provider was his only mistake.



BIG C:

Just counting graves to go to sleep because

counting sheep stopped working since he

decided to not breathe.

Keep telling myself it’s not my fault

but as my conscience decides to talk I really don’t know anymore.

You see my pain bursts through my soul like an open sore

and I can’t escape my thoughts because there’s no more open doors.



KEVIN:

This pitch-black chamber

as dark as a vexed soul

only vivid images pop in and out of existence like quantum physics.

Big brother, where are you, I can’t see, I can’t (breath).

I’m hot.

My bed is now a five-foot box and I’m not comfortable in it.

Mama said you shouldn’t leave me alone for more than five minutes.



BIG C:

But I only left you alone for about six minutes.

Maybe if I came right back you would be still living.



KIRA:

Boy, all you had to do was look after my second progeny.

Honestly, how hard is it to be my eyes for me?



BIG C:

Quit doubting me!

It’s not my fault.

They thought it was me. You see...



KEVIN:

You see that Makaveli Fitch you didn’t want me to wear?

I took it, along with your Chicago Bulls jacket.

You had it that night when you were selling sugar packets.



JÉSUS:

Hustling a sugar-like substance in the form of pot and rocks

on a block run by three hustlers who didn’t like him

decided that

the only way to get their commission was to put him out of his.

So they drove by and saw one guy sitting on the steps

wearing big brothers’ clothes

gun out, pulled the trigger six times

[Kevin: boom boom boom boom boom boom]

and then the sound of tires turned like mama in her grave.



KIRA:

So you telling me in my dreams I can hardly conceive

nightmares haunt me when I’m the deceased?

A mother’s worst fear

and you made it come true.

I said watch out for little brother

not be a damn fool.

My baby was only in the second grade

gunned down ‘cause you wanted to be a street slave.

You should’ve been there to keep little brother safe!



JÉSUS:

Haunted by the voices of the deceased

he can’t



ALL:

Speak!



KEVIN:

Big brother can I wear your shirt

I promise to take good care of it, man.

(Big C: No...)



KIRA:

Baby I’m off to work, keep an eye on little brother, you understand

(Big C: No...)_



KEVIN: Why’d you take that shirt off for me to wear it, huh?



KIRA: That should’ve been you in front of that gun.



All: 10!



JÉSUS: Picks up the gun



All : 9!



JÉSUS: Contemplates.



All: 8!



JÉSUS:

The number of weeks his little brother was buried.

After all

he was only



7-year-old boy put

6 feet deep in a

5-foot coffin, wonderin’ what

4 while

3 grown men have to

2 to drive by and he dodged a couple of bullets but

1



BIG C:

I’m sick and tired of these three things haunting me.



KEVIN:
Mama’s voice



KIRA:

His grave



BIG C:

My gun



ALL:

Click click

BOOM!


Read more: http://www.oprah.com/own-docclub/blogs/Louder-Than-A-Bomb---Counting-Graves#ixzz2WaTCqNHR
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EVERYTHING IS YOU
When the sun blazes down upon me,
parching my skin, my lips, my tongue,
you are the soft breeze that cools and soothes me,
you are the crystal creek water
that quenches at last, my unquenchable thirst,
and when the day's hard labor
pains me to the bone,
you are the soft, billowy bed,
easing the ache of the day,
and when I wake in the night,
from dreams that haunt me,
you are the angel that kisses away
my fears, and my tears,
and when at last, I must wake to meet the day,
you greet my sleepy eyes with your smile,
to make facing another day,
somehow...worthwhile.
Ian R Kilfoil
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Cries of the Haunted
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Why hast thou turned away thy face
From me thy servant in distress
Oh Lord bent me thine ear!

All night long I drown in my tears
My bones are vexed, my heart is sore and vexed
Water rises to my lips
My throat is sore, I cannot speak

Lord I beg thee to free me of this grief
Which still haunts my soul, and makes my heart grow cold

I am merely all skin over bone
My flesh is too weak to resist the temptations
Which the evil layeth upon my path
I fear I yield to this heavy burden

"What has become of the son, who loved me
for so many years and now calls me into doubt
He who has worshipped me for so long
Now lives under the spell of the wicked
That brings his soul only further in Darkness
Away from love and closer to hatred
Don't you know that I'll always love you?
Return to me and I'll take care of you
I'll bring peace in your mind and rest in your troubled heart
I will treat you as my son
I'll make you a warrior of the Light"

Nightly creatures still haunt my soul
Crawling against the walls of my broken heart
screaming inhuman blasphemous words
Exalting the hordes of demon lords

Where are you God?!?!
"Here, waiting for you my son."

I will always love you Lord
Even in times of terrible Darkness
Nothing can stop me from worshipping you
Even if it means the end of my earthly life

Cries of the Haunted (Tradução)
Por que você me abandonou?
Por que virou o rosto para mim
Para mim, teu servo em aflição
Oh, Senhor, eu peço tua atenção

O dia todo, eu me afogo em lágrimas
Meus ossos estão oprimidos, Meu coração está ferido e oprimido
Água sobre aos meus lábios
Minha garganta está dolorida. Não consigo falar

Senhor, eu suplico que me liberte dessa desgraça
que assombra minha alma e gela meu coração

Eu só apenas pele sobre osso.
Minha carne é muito fraca para resistir as tentações
que o inimigo espalhou pelo meu caminho.
Tenho medo de me render perante esse peso.

O que se tornou o filho, que sempre me amou
e agora duvida de mim?
Ele, que me adorou por tanto tempo
agora vive sob os encantos do mau
que afunda sua alma na escuridão
longe do amor e perto do ódio
Você não sabe que Eu sempre o amarei?
Volte para Mim e cuidarei de você
Eu trarei paz para sua mente
e descanso para seu coração perturbado
Eu tratarei você como Meu filho
Eu farei de ti um guerreiro da luz

Criaturas das trevas me assombram,
rastejando nas paredes do meu coração,
gritando blasfêmias desumanas,
exaltando as hordas de demônios

Onde está Você, Deus?
Aqui, esperando por ti, Meu filho.

Eu sempre te amarei, Senhor
mesmo nas horas das trevas terriveis.
Nada pode me para de Te adorar.
mesmo que isso cause o fim da minha vida na Terra.
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Shane Ferguson don't let that we birdie haunt u next time were out weeman ;)
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GRUMPY OLD MAN

An old man and woman were married for many years. Whenever there was a confrontation, yelling could be heard deep into the night. The old man would shout, "When I die, I will dig my way up and out of the grave and come back and haunt you for the rest of your life!" Neighbors feared him, and the old man liked the fact that he was feared.

To everyone's relief, he died of a heart attack when he was 88. His wife had a closed casket at the funeral. And, after the burial, her neighbors, concerned for her safety, asked, "Aren't you afraid that he may indeed be able to dig his way out of the grave and haunt you for the rest of your life?" The wife said, "Let him dig. I had him buried upside down. And I know he won't ask for directions."
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ROB ZOMBIE’S GREAT AMERICAN NIGHTMARE

ONCE IN A LIFETIME ULTIMATE HALLOWEEN EVENT

CURATED BY ZOMBIE, TO TERRORIZE LOS ANGELES

EVERY THURSDAY-SUNDAY FROM OCTOBER 10-NOVEMBER 2

EVENT TO FEATURE 3 HORRIFIC, BONE-CHILLING HAUNTED MAZES AND 15 NIGHTS OF MUSIC AT THE FAIRPLEX IN POMONA, CA


Groundbreaking musician and filmmaker Rob Zombie will unleash his Great American Nightmare on Los Angeles this Halloween season. This bone-chilling experience will combine the most advanced haunted house attractions with a not-to-be-missed music festival from top artists in hard rock, alternative, EDM, and more, every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday from October 10 through November 2, 2013 at the Fairplex FEARplex in Pomona, CA, just outside Los Angeles.



A creative collaboration between masters of the macabre Rob Zombie and preeminent haunted house producer Steve Kopelman, the fully immersive haunted house experience will feature three attractions based on Zombie’s own horror films: Lords Of Salem Total Black Out, The Haunted World Of El Superbeasto 3D, and Haunt Of 1,000 Corpses. The shocking--and sometimes disturbing--fright attractions will offer a three-dimensional experience with animatronics and effects, a maze that is the ultimate definition of claustrophobia and fear, sudden chills and startling thrills, and salacioushumor that will make one scream with fright and laughter.



As if these sinister attractions weren’t enough, Rob Zombie’s Great American Nightmare will also feature 15 nights of music from top national and regional artists in the indie/punk, EDM, metal, rock and Latin genres including Andrew WK, BL3ND, Blood On The Dance Floor, Dirtyloud, Dirtyphonics, Doctor P, Emilie Autumn, Evol Intent, Fei-Fei, Goldfinger, Heavygrinder, Kottonmouth Kings, Metalachi, One More Time, Ozomatli, Reel Big Fish, Terravita, The Used, Twiztid, William Control, Zomboy, and many more.



In addition to music, one special night will also feature the outrageous pro wrestling sensations Lucha Libre USA. Look for details about the music performance schedule--including additional major headlining acts--to be announced on June 29 and visit www.GreatAmericanNightmare.com for details.



"This is it! The ultimate badass Halloween experience! No one will walk away disappointed," says Zombie. "I am thrilled to bring The Great American Nightmare to California and begin a reign of bloody terror!"



The FEARplex for Rob Zombie’s Great American Nightmare will include 150,000 square feet of horror and entertainment and is not geared towards young children or the faint of heart. Patrons should be prepared for maximum scares!



At Rob Zombie’s Great American Nightmare, patrons will sequentially enter three different attractions, each completely different in look, theme and effects:



Lords Of Salem In Total Black Out: This harrowing attraction--based on Zombie’s 2012 The Lords Of Salem independent horror film--is designed to twist the mind. It will accentuate some senses while limiting others. Fear of the dark, claustrophobia, and fear of the unknown will be preyed on as the visitor attempts to traverse this sixty-degree maze.



The Haunted World Of El Superbeasto 3D: Utilizing Chromadepth glasses, this innovative attraction will take the patron right into the middle of the irreverent world of Rob Zombie’s El Superbeasto2009 animated exploitation musical horror comedy film based on the comic book series of the same name. The attraction’s unique surprise entrance, brilliant colors, sudden chills and startling thrills, and salacious humor will make one scream with fright and laughter.



Haunt Of 1,000 Corpses: This terrifying attraction pays homage to the 10-year anniversary of the exploitation horror film House Of 1,000 Corpses, directed by Rob Zombie. This extreme, traditional haunted house will take visitors on a walking journey through a recreation of the film’s “Museum of Monsters & Madmen” along with an expanded “Murder Ride,” confronting notorious serial killers along the way. This high impact, highly detailed attraction will use state of the art animatronics, video effects, costuming, sound, scents and lights.



Rob Zombie’s Great American Nightmare is produced by Rob Zombie, Steve Kopelman and Andy Gould, along with event music producers Kevin Lyman and John Reese.



“Having produced haunted attractions for over 30 years, I have never been more excited about a project than I am with The Great American Nightmare. To produce an event with partners like Rob Zombie, Kevin Lyman, John Reese and Andy Gould is a dream come true. This no-holds-barred first year event is destined to change the haunted house landscape for years to come and I am ecstatic to be a part of it,” says Nightmare producer Steve Kopelman.



The Great American Nightmare Monster Midway will offer outdoor screenings of classic horror films, a DJ, food vendors, beer, wine and spirits, and much more, with freak show characters roaming throughout the grounds each night.



Nightmare music co-producer Kevin Lyman admits, "Rob Zombie's Great American Nightmare is going to be so terrifying, you won't catch me in any of the three haunted houses! For those of you who are scaredy cats like me, there will be plenty of other attractions that are guaranteed to entertain, including a special concert each night."



"Great American Nightmare is one of the most exciting projects I have ever been associated with,” says Nightmare music co-producer John Reese. “The opportunity to work with the genius that is Rob Zombie is awe inspiring. This is set up to be one of the CAN'T MISS EVENTS OF THE YEAR!"



Tickets for Rob Zombie’s Great American Nightmare are available starting at only $30 beginning Saturday, June 29 at www.GreatAmericanNightmare.com. Each ticket includes access to all haunted house attractions, concerts and midway activities. Tickets will also be available for purchase onsite at the Rockstar Energy Drink Mayhem Festival San Bernardino show at San Manuel Amphitheater (June 29) and during the Los Angeles County Fair at Pomona Fairplex (August 30-September 29). VIP packages will also be available for purchase at www.GreatAmericanNightmare.com.



Hours for Rob Zombie’s Great American Nightmare will be 6:30 PM until 11:00 PM on Thursdays and Sundays, 6:30 PM until 1:00 AM on Fridays and Saturdays.



The Fairplex is located at 1101 W. McKinley Avenue in Pomona, CA, centrally located in the heart of Southern California. The Fairplex is also home to the LA County Fair, the largest county fair in the world.



Rob Zombie’s Great American Nightmare is made possible through the support of sponsors including Monster Energy Drink and Ernie Ball.


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Coming up this Monday night, The Weaker Vessels are headlining The Joke Box Comedy Lounge. 8pm at Comedy Bar. We've got some brand new and classic sketches that we hope will comedically haunt you forever. See you there.

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I don't want a job, I just want money.
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You were in my dreams again, & it was so good to see you. Tomorrow will be 6months since you've been gone & I still remember that night like it was yesterday. I hugged you goodbye & and hour later you were gone.. Those flashing lights will haunt me forever. I miss you more and more everyday. Rest Easy DerekHMunro.
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These are just some words. You can read them if you want, or you can not.

Why these two attitudes WILL bite you in the ass. "Government is spying on all of us? Doesn't matter I have nothing to hide."
And
I don't care about all that political stuff. I just want to live my life."

So first we tackle the spying and it doesn't matter. Are you really sure that you have nothing to worry about? What if you woke up in the early morning hours to loud banging on your door. It's the cops. They have come to arrest you from drunk driving, but you've been at home all night and all day and you haven't even had a drink. Ok we live in Louisiana so that's probably a lie, am I right? So they take you to jail book you. When you show up to court you find out the charge isn't even for yesterday. It's for three months ago! WTF?!?!?! Three months haven't been pulled over in years!!! But we have proof they say. Look here is a recording of a call you made from the bar to your friend exclaiming how drunk you are and that you are so gonna nail the new mega hotty bartender he hasn't seen yet and is gonna have to get your sloppy seconds. Or look here's the text you sent to your BFF "girl get your ass here! I'm so buzzin' bitch and there's these two beef cakes o we at the pool table by our favorite table!!! Dibbs on the tall one. Now get your ass here bitch!!"
Or look here's the check in from the bar parking lot. Where you took a picture of you and that hotty you meet and were taking home. Look you even said how you two snook your drinks out of the bar on the way out. See here is the picture if her in your lap both of you with drinks in your hands. You're in the drivers seat. Then like an idiot you replied to a text from your roommate telling you to stop an get some taco bell while driving home. Crime crime crime!!! And GPS to prove it.

Think about every conversation you've had in the last six years that could come back to haunt you. Texts pictures, emails. So many seemingly innocent things that could be used to prove you committed a felony.

Still not sure. Ok here's one that would even get your sweet sweet angel of a grandmother put away on felony charges, and your mom too.
So mom orders some stuff off the tv. You know some whack ass crap that she really doesn't need. It arrives, but wait there's a bunch of stuff she didn't order. Oh, but they are some things she just really needs. She calls grandma. They discuss it for a while and finally decide, "what the hell its not really stealing, and they obviously don't know or they wouldn't have shipped all that extra stuff. Well lets see mom and grandma have committed both credit card fraud and telecommunications fraud. Whoa whoa whoa those are both felonies!!!
But not grandma right? Wrong! She's an accessory and a conspirator, and they not only have the phone conversation to prove it, but they have your moms photos of all the stuff. Lets just hope that moms not the industrious type that then says fuck it I'm selling this shit in eBay or Craig's list. Now you just added selling stolen property, more telecommunications fraud, selling stolen property across state lines or even out of the country. And oh please please don't let of of those items be a DVD, blueray, cd, video game, or software program. Moms and granny may never see the light of day again.

Keep thinking that you have nothing to worry about. There are so many laws and regulations that the government can't even accurately tell us how many their are, and the everyday citizen can't even begin to hope to know of their existence.

Have you ever even just once said something in the lines of, "OMFG GAS IS SO HIGH!!! 3/4 of it goes to taxes so the damn president can take a 60 to 100 million dollar vacation, and they can't even fix the fucking roads here in Louisiana!! Oh I hate him!!! I wish his plane would just disappear of the ocean!!"
Ooops guess what? Your screwed. Because well they could have heard that. Hope you didn't tweet that while stuck in traffic!!! Or say it to your friend you were talking to while stuck in traffic. Not only the president thing, but once again using your phone while driving. So you might have beat the trying to off the president rap, but they got you on the use of a telecommunication device while operating a vehicle.

I hope that you are starting to see how even what was the most insignificant thing could potentially come back to haunt you. I mean it is spying after all. They will only ever admit to like 10% of what they are actually doing. Wait what?! Yeah

So now let's discuss that whole screw politics, I don't even want to talk about it. Well my friend that's exactly why your life is being monitored currently in such a way that you really haven't sat down and even let yourself think about the real true ramifications of it. Because once you do, you can't unthink it. You can't un realize how fucked and site the situation really is.

But don't worry you trust the government. They would never wrong you. Now would they?
It's not like they took your tax dollars and gave it to some bankers that lost billions and billions of your money that You had in their banks. Wait huh? The government took your tax dollars, basically a loan on your part, because most people aren't gonna make enough so they will get a tax refund. You know unless you're a poor smoe that has a good job an a house and a family. Ok so your loaned money your taxes and used it to bail out the bankers. That's lending fraud. Just saying. Cuz I'm pretty sure you never agreed to that money being used that way. But I digress. So the bankers stole your money and lost it!!! The government stole your money to give to the bankers to pay them back the money they stole from you and then lost.

You know your are right there's really absolutely no reason for you to worry about politics, or domestic spying, or your civil liberties being taken away from you. I mean we can still go to Washington and protest at the whitehouse or the capital or the Supreme Court. Oh wait what? You say that is now actually illegal, and you don't have that right anymore? When did this happen? Over the last 6 years my friends, and guess what you didn't even notice, because it was just that political stuff and junk that doesn't even effect you. So don't worry about it.

It's not like at this moment there are people with arms that this country gave them that are fighting anywhere in the world. That are also proven to be the same people you are being spied on to keep us safe from, but are now protected by presidential decree not to be spied on.

That's right the people that you are being told you're being spied on to catch are protected from being spied on, but you are still being spied on to protect you from those people. That we armed and are currently arming.

But don't worry there's absolutely nothing to see here, just keep moving.
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So sad...and the story for too many...

MECHILLE GONE TOO SOON..06-18-2012..

Mechille spoke up, but those who were abused right along side of her would not. Here is her statement, posted in 2011:

Dear Mach Ford,

Does it haunt you?
What you did to me? What you did to us, hundreds of survivors with many of stories to tell of the abuse. You did not stop at one type of abuse, you
were an offender of disgusting and cruel, just evil intentions. You have destroyed more lives by means of sexual, physical, spiritual, emotional and verbal abuse. You were a master manipulator and used your power to get us to do what you wanted like a master manipulates strings on puppets. We were your puppets. There to fulfill your sick, sadistic and delusional desires and needs.

Nothing ever stops all of these feelings and the pain attached to them. I can infinitely say that I have taken that pain that you gave to me Mack Ford and I have put it on display instead of setting it free… so that is what I am here to do now. Set ME free.
You will be giving me myself back today whether you want to or not.

Just hearing your name and the memories come flooding back again. I remember like yesterday when it all started happening. A trip girl had
left the home and gone after her year and Miss Shannon overheard me singing inthe kitchen one day. She asked if I would want to try singing in the choir, and then she asked me to sing in thequartet. My time at NB leading up to
that point was full of torture. By this time I had been brainwashed by you and Ms. Nora and Ms. Savoy, I had been beaten on numerous occasions, I had been broken down… quite frankly I was a shell then. My heart, my identity had
been stolen… the spiritual abuse was unspeakable… you people had me scared todeath of God. You should live the restof your days knowing you drove a wedge between God and survivors of NB. You and your staff used Gods name to manipulate people to conform to your ideologies and the other sick things thatgave you your jollies, all in the name of God.

Since life at NB I have resigned to think that God was just an uncaring
bystander, yawning while you mastered your craft of abuse, power and
manipulation of my very own soul. One thing is for certain that I know now… God got some very bad publicity from you and your staff as you all falsely represented him for personal gain. Just learning now that he really is a God of
love and forgiveness kind of makes me sad because in my mind you deserve nothing of the sort from God. But it is all between him and you now I guess.

But I will say the spiritual abuse I endured, that others endured at your hands and delivery method of his word is unforgivable to me. You robbed me of a relationship with God for years to come after NB, and I tell ya… there were times I needed him desperately but you had left me afraid so much so I isolated myself from my spiritual self. This is on you… just don’t ask me for the forgiveness because I am not willing to give that to you for your unforgivable crimes.

As I write you… I am ready to tell the world the truth. Your truth Mack Ford… not only did you prey on me spiritually, psychologically and physically abused me… it is time that I break the silence once and for all that you were guilty of sexually abusing me and manipulating me too… again all in the name of God you sicko.

I remember when it started… you would call on me every night to give my “testimony” and you coached me on what to say. You would wait until I was done and then make me stand there and look at the congregation … telling the people to take a deep look into my eyes as they told the story of the pain and trauma I had endured as a child… and then you would gloat that you saved me. You would make me stand there while offering was being collected and sing some woe is me song.

Then the day would come when in the middle of Rhode Island, that I would walk in on you engaged in a sexual act with another girl and rather than shame and being scared shitless that you had been caught…
you manipulated me and demanded and reeled me in. Remember telling me that a man could smell a woman and you proceeded to tell me that this smell was what caused men into temptation? Again, all in the name of God.

I witnessed other means of your predator like ways with not only myself but with a few others. You had me so scared, us so scared and full of shame that we would not breathe a word only until shit hit the fan for you and you were accused by an adult staff member who had the courage to come forward to your wife and Ms. Nora. It is sad really thinking back on the events.

I realize the truth is that we were all there to meet your needs in one way or another, whether it would be for financial gain, sexual needs and power
trips. You never had one intention of helping one wayward child; in fact you screwed up hundreds. You used your power to gratify your selfish, sick needs with not regard to the harm and pain and years of shame you were inflicting on innocent children. Not one of us deserved it Mack Ford… not one of us.

And sickest of all your attempts to find sexual fulfillment of children you had an obligation to protect, build and serve. You lied to everyone! Our families, multitudes of churches across the nation… you lied and said we were safe with you when in fact Mack Ford you were a predator of the worst kind. You
lied to your wife even. Who knows how many years and how many other girls/boys you preyed upon. But you were so cocky in light of all of the
events you created. As a matter of fact, when I got sent back to the home and ran away and told the cops what had happened with you that led to the home closing temporarily months earlier, you had the balls to march into the police station with your wife to face off with me and what you said were false allegations?

Then the funny thing is you loaded me and the other girls up in the van
and sent us to hide out at a church in Texas, telling the staff to call my mom
while I was there and have her come and pick me up for good… I was no longer
welcome. I guess opening my mouth to the police made me a liability to you to great because I knew and had been through too much with you. It was no surprise at the time that your wife huddled with you in the police station and called me a liar when she believed me just a few months before and closed the home down. You are a master manipulator… why would she be exempt from your manipulation.

And the police even??? Of course y’all totally screwed me after the tape I had made with other girls for your wife and in the presence of Ms. Nora was suddenly non-existent when the police asked about it. Well whatever, how were you to expect that the truth would ever escape me even if I had kept my mouth shut for years.

Although I am disgusted that you are not rotting away in a prison cell right now, I still have the power! I have the power to tell the others the truth and I have the power to make certain that you will once again have to re-live what you did even if it is simply by me resurrecting the issues by means of this letter.

I HAVE THE POWER! You will ultimately pay for this even if it is not now… you will pay… God will not allow you to escape your deeds. He knows the truth and he will hold you accountable… Your actions were very abusive and very illegal!

Regardless of the fact that you had a multitude of support and a huge following, it is evident that even you knew and planned it all out like a master
planner. You preyed on wayward, troubled teens and children because you knew we would be the easy ones to dis-credit and the easiest to convince the world that we were liars out to hurt you and get back at our parents as you so often liked to claim.

I demand that you will now give me my space back… I am the truth and you are the liar… now the world will know at least my side even if the others choose to remain quiet. So finally I am letting you go… and I just pray that your paranoia keeps you up at night… that your conscious is eating you alive and that you will never have the power to hurt another soul before your time to go comes.

Mechille
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Mom Post

Ok now that I have time to send this..... I am a step mom to a 14 year old daughter. I have been in her life since before she turned 4. Everything was fine until she was about 5 when I was pregnant with my oldest. Bm and her SF told her that we could not love her once the baby is born, or so this is what she told me one night. From then on she did not like to come to our house. We have had to deal with lice on her for 8 years until recently because her mom would not treat the house. Thankfully that is gone but now we have to worry abut her not having a place to live. Bm got fired and evicted from her house again and is staying with her current boyfriend while my SD has been staying with her SF. She does not want to move in with us because we have rules that she hates having cause her mom and stepfather never make her really follow any. Not only that but so she can still live by her boyfriend that she is sexually active with and her mom lets her still see after putting her on birth control. We don't know what to do. My husband told her that if she goes to live with her step dad that he is signing papers to end his rights because he is tired of paying child support that is not being used to support his child. I just do not know what this will do to the two kids we have together. They do not get to see their sister that much as it is. Ending his rights will stop that and crush them. Felling very stressed and lost. CPS won't do anything we have tried in the past.

rp ~ Kay ~
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Omgoodness...slept for hours last night...but...BEETLEJUICE ...was in and out of my dreams...wth??? The visions and predicaments he put me IN!!
Uhh...it will haunt me all day...........THAT WAS CRAZY!
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I have given all my love to you, but what do I get in return?
A broken heart.
I have given you my heart, and you stomp on it like a doormat.
I have given you my youth and you took advantage of my un-experienced heart and played with my emotions.
I gave you all the trust, but you misused it.
I gave you the benefit of the doubt, and you proved everyone right.
I gave you my life and you killed me day by day.
I want to pull my aching heart and tear it piece by piece, So I no longer love you.
I want to loose my memory so I no longer think of you.
I want to go so far so I no longer have to see you.
I want to cry but I no longer have any more tears to fall down
my sad lonely face.
I want to sleep but my dreams haunt me with you in them.
I can’t seem to find a way out. What do I do?
I don’t want anyone to see this not even you.
How do I get out of this?
How do I stop this misery? How do solve this mystery?
I can’t seem to find anyone to make feel the way you do,
The way you look at me,
the way you say my name,
the sound of your voice when you tell me that you care.
I love you so much I think I’m going to die from this pain that haunts day and night.
How can forget you? If the only love I know is you.
How can I move on? If life is not the same with out you.
I want to brake free and move on but I think I’ll be doing something wrong.
I just have to close my eyes and let things fly and let the days pass me by.



Source: Tears Of A Broken Heart, Hurting Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/tears-of-a-broken-heart#ixzz2WaFoT0Nq
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Oh God. what's wrong with my News Feed!?!
I find ONLY animal abuse and more abuse and much more abuse everywhere:(
Is there no end to it???????????????????
I'm tired sharing the cruelty posts:((((((((
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