The Big Black Dog

As the candles are placed in the Jack-O-Lanterns, the dead reach through the veil to visit. Find your way home . . .

I write this on All Hallows Eve eve in preparation of the big day tomorrow. As I heard in a show earlier, It's the one day where we can act as ourselves.  Witches prepare your brooms, goblins sharpen your claws, demons . . . show yourselves.  I give you, the Big Black Dog from Hell to Pay.

In his bedroom, the digital clock burned into Michael Bailey‘s sleep deprived mind as he counted down to the alarm. 3:48am, another night‘s sleep lost. Negative images flowed into the blackness as something moved in the dark room. He turned on the lamp. The light‘s strength made him wince, but reassured privacy.

He turned the lamp off and fell back into the pillow. His eyes ached from the light‘s intrusion and darkness exploded and encompassed the room. The taunting digital alarm clock returned.

As Bailey accepted his insomnia, he heard the noise again. A rustle of movement from the side of the room.

"Not now," Bailey pleaded to the empty walls.

When he reached for the lamp‘s safety again, he intercepted hot, damp fur. It started again. The beast pounced upon his chest and drove out a scream. The big black dog.

It paralyzed Bailey as putrid breath filled his nostrils with a stench of things best left for the grave.
Cold drops of saliva burned his face and the attacker howled with an unearthly pitch, like steel being dropped into a vat of liquid nitrogen.

Maybe tonight it will end.

The weight on his chest subsided, and Bailey dove for the lamp. Light filled the room, gently reflecting the sweat that covered his body. The attacker disappeared.

He choked back a sob and searched for a bottle. His hand hit the empty air where it used to stay, below it, the talisman marking three years sobriety. He picked up the token, slumped out of bed, and paced the threadbare carpet between his bedroom and living room, turning on every available light. Each lamp threatened fire due to the wattage of the bulb inside, but if light kept the thing at bay, so be it.

Out now in E-book (http://www.amazon.com/Hell-to-Pay-ebook/dp/B00G7579KQ), coming soon in paperback.

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Childhood Monsters

Some days I wish I had a normal monster in the closet.  I had two.  Not your typical monsters in the closet, but childhood fears.

#1 Bad Weather - this can all be explained by my other website:  www.ruminationofthunder.com.  Conquered this one, no problem.  How you ask?  Face to face with a monster tornado while at a lake in a camper.  I did an article about it a couple years ago for a local magazine: http://www.verbict.com/2010/03/08/chase-storm-chasing-why-i-do-it/

The most memorable part was the pregnant lady running into the shelter crying that it was going over the top of us.
I sat between a washer and dryer, holding on for dear life in my Dallas Cowboys poncho.  Yeah, memories.

#2 was the unsettling monster.  Unsettling because he was real.  When I was young, about the same age when I saw the tornado, there was a serial killer going around near my grandmother's neighborhood.  One family of four was slain a couple blocks away.  I stayed with my grandmother a lot during the summer.  So there were nightmares of a strangler walking in the house.  One of those crazy nightmares where you're running and all you can see are the oversized shoes and large hands of the maniac coming after you.

We were fine.  Grandma was never a target and when I grew up, I met the man.
http://fatherthunder.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-been-alone-with-serial-killer-in-my.html

So force of nature and true boogyman.  I've made piece with one, and the other is locked away forever.

Now that you've found my inner demons, become one of my minions (linkon the right).  My novel "Hell to Pay" is available from Hellfire Publishing in book or e-book form.  My short story "The Ballad of Mercy Tyler" is available through Smashwords for free.

Alright you sadists, check out the rest of the nightmares: