River of Death!

riverside bombThey walked down the back lane in silence oblivious of the danger close by. An unstable deadly bomb was being built by a man with an unstable deadly mind. He talked quietly as he worked. “I’ll get the bastards who killed you. I’ll get them, and their friends. They’ll be sorry.”

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“How dangerous is Colleen’s brother?” Lindsay asked.

“I don’t know. He was all right until his sister was killed. Now he’s lost all reason. John’s suffering too, but his grief is private and not vengeful. I hope John finds Patrick and takes him back to Ireland.”

“Michael, Patrick killed my friends didn’t he. He made the car bomb that blew up the disco!”

“I don’t know for sure. John and I followed him to a pub in Richmond that night. He said he was going to the club. He was drunk and sad. He didn’t make much sense, but we thought the worst that would happen was he’d start a fight. We planned to meet him and go with him, just to keep him out of trouble, but he got away from us. We arrived just a the shit hit the fan and the car outside exploded.”

“Did you see Patrick at the fire? Was he there?”

“No, that’s why I can’t talk to the cops yet. I don’t want them to arrest him. If they do he’ll never get away because all of the evidence points at him. What if it wasn’t him?”

“I know you want to believe he isn’t responsible, but who else could it be?”

“Colleen!” Michael said quietly.

“Oh come on, you don’t really believe that. Colleen is a restless spirit. She’s a figment of our troubled minds.”

“Lindsay, you saw her at the window. You’ve heard her voice.”

“Yes, but ghosts can’t make bombs!”

“Quiet! Did you hear that?”

Lindsay and Michael stood still and listened.

“Its John.” Michael said. He ran towards the sound of John’s voice. Lindsay followed reluctantly. As she ran, she heard another loud angry voice. There was a loud splash and then silence.

Lindsay froze, something was wrong. She turned and came face to face with her dead friend. Mel was no longer burned and disfigured, but the vibrant happy young girl that Lindsay had grown up with.

“Mel?”

The shadowy figure in front of her smiled and disappeared.

“MEL!” Dammit, I’m seeing things.

Lindsay set off after Michael again, but didn’t get far. There was an almighty explosion.  The ground shook, knocking off her feet, throwing her backwards into the old stone wall. She bounced off it like a rag doll, banging her head as she was flung precariously towards the river Swale. Lindsay grabbed at trees and clumps of grass to stop herself from falling into the water and finally made contact with a low hanging branch. She clung on for dear life, her toes dangling just above the river. Branches and leaves hurtled past her like missiles. Helpless and afraid, Lindsay clung to the branch and prayed.

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Vengeful Dead – An Irish Tale

“So why are you telling me this and not the Police? This man may be responsible for the death of over a hundred people for Christ’s sake. He’s a bloody murdering terrorist.”

“I don’t know that for sure. I need to talk to John, but he won’t talk to me anymore, doesn’t want to get me involved. He’s still grieving his wife.”

“I can understand that, but what about his kids? He should at least tell the Police what he knows and let them take over. They’ve already lost their mother. They need their father now.” Lindsay picked up her glass of whiskey and emptied it in one gulp. She needed warming up on the inside. Michael did the same.

“Another?” he asked.

“Yes, and make it a double.”

Michael went to the bar and Lindsay pulled her chair closer to the fire to ward off the chill she felt in her bones. There was movement outside the big bay window that looked out onto the street. When she turned her head to look, two faces looked back at her. A man she didn’t recognize and the face that had become familiar to her as Colleen, the face of a ghost. I thought ghosts only appeared at night. This isn’t fair. Lindsay ran outside as quickly as she could, knowing full well Colleen wouldn’t be there, but she needed to talk to the stranger. Was this Michael’s brother? Or was it Patrick, Colleen’s brother. Someone had to be the voice of reason and she felt that was her role, but she was too late. The street was deserted. She walked back inside just Michael put two more glasses of whiskey on the table.

“What was that all about?” he asked

Lindsay downed her second whiskey in one gulp.

“Your brother John, is he kind of heavy-set with dark curly hair?”

“No, he shaves his head, and he’s skinny like me. Why?”

“I just saw two faces at the window, Colleen and a heavy-set man, probably mid thirties, curly dark hair.”

“Colleen’s brother, dammit. I have to find John.”

“You’re concerned about the living, but not the least perturbed about the dead Irish woman?”

“She can’t hurt us, she can scare us to be sure, but that’s all. Patrick can hurt us, and there’s a good chance he will.”

“Do you really think he could have started the fire?”

“In his mind Colleen was killed because of the British Army being in Belfast. He’s over here to make trouble for them in their own country. He wants revenge.”

“His sister was caught in the crossfire though, no one was to blame.”

“In his mind the British Army are to blame.”

“Where are the boys, John’s boys? Who is looking after them?”

“Colleen’s ma, she moved to Dublin to be away from danger. The boys are safe. John lives there too, but when the Queens Regiment moved back from Ireland Patrick disappeared and John knew it meant trouble. He followed the regiment hoping to catch Patrick before anything happened. Neither of us expected anything like the fire that killed your friends. Patrick’s a good man, but his sister’s death tipped him over the edge. He drinks too much and…”

Michael never finished his sentence. A brick hurtled through the window and bounced off the table, landing in the middle of the room. Everyone in the bar ran. In the seventies, near an army camp, if something was thrown through a window it was usually exploded.

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Let the Dead stay Dead!

fire-garden-wheelbarrow“Okay stop, stop now!” Lindsay yanked her hand out of Michael’s grasp and stood still. “What the hells going on? Who’s following you? Who was looking over my shoulder? I saw a face in the river. I saw someone running away on the other side of the river too.”

“Not now! Come on, I don’t want to be alone down here. Do you have café in the village, or a pub? I think we need people around us.”

“No café, I don’t want to go to the pub looking like this. I have no makeup on.”

“Lindsay, makeup should be the last thing on your mind right now. Come on, lets got get a drink. Do you know the people in the pub?”

“Yes of course I do, I live in a village, and everyone knows everyone else.”

“Good, I think you need to keep friends around you.”

Lindsay smelled burning. It was strong. She looked around for signs of danger. OK it’s my imagination, but it wasn’t her imagination, smoke billowed from the garden of one of the cottages that backed onto the lane. She couldn’t handle anymore fires.

“Hi Lindsay!” It was Mr. Hodgson. He was burning dead branches.

“Hi!” Lindsay replied, forcing a smile. Then she stopped dead in her tracks. Through the smoke she saw the figure of her dead friend. Mel raised her arm in greeting; flesh sloughing off it and sliding into the fire. Lindsay bent double, throwing up immediately. She almost collapsed into the pool of steaming puke. Michael grabbed her arm, steadying her before she fell. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Lindsay pointed towards the fire, “Over there, by the fire, what do you see.”

Before he had time to answer she heard footsteps as another figure approached, “Oh God no.” Lindsay closed her eyes, terrified it was her dead friend.

“Lindsay love, are you alright, do you want me to call someone?” It was Mr. Hodgson, “You’re awfully pale, do you want to come inside and sit down a minute?”

She sighed with relief, “No, I’ll be alright. Something I ate I think,” Lindsay looked back at the smoke in the garden, but that’s all she saw, just smoke! I’m going crazy!

“I’ll make sure she gets home alright,” Michael said.

“What’s your name young man, I don’t think I’ve seen you before?”

“I’m Michael, a friend of Lindsay’s, I’ll watch out for her.”

Lindsay smiled weakly, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Alright then, say hi to your mam and dad, they get back from France today don’t they?”

“Yes, later tonight”

“And Lindsay, I’m so sorry about your friends, it was horrible. You’re very lucky to be alive. Awful tragedy. Any idea what started the fire yet?

Lindsay shook her head.

“Well if you need anything let me know. I’ll let this young man take care of you. Do I detect and Irish accent Michael?”

“Yes sir, I’m from Dublin, I’m visiting family in Richmond.” Michael lied. “I met Lindsay the night of the fire. I was just checking in on her.”

“Oh, I thought you had a softer accent, not harsh like Belfast. Awful business with the IRA isn’t it! Sad that so many people are dying and blaming religion. I wonder if it’ll ever be sorted out.”

“I hope so sir. You’re right, too many people dying, British and Irish alike.” A cool breeze chilled everyone as Michael spoke. Lindsay shivered and Mr. Hodgson pulled his jacket closed.

Michael run away, these non-believers will get you killed. Come home! Where’s Johnny?

“Well take care of Lindsay, and yourself.” Mr. Hodgson turned and went back to his fire.

“What was that all about?”

“I’m going fucking crazy, that’s what that was all about. I saw Mel at the other side of the fire. Her skin was smoking and dropping off her body. Now I’m hearing voices. I’m totally losing it.”

“Come on, we need to talk. Maybe you should go home first and wash your face, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I have seen a bloody ghost, and it’s not the first time. I truly wish I were dead. I can’t handle this much longer.”

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Dark Thoughts

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI’ve been a little off my game lately. It happens from time to time. It’s not a permanent thing. Life gets in the220px-Atrax_robustus way  of creativity. My brain has been a quagmire of problems, but its clearing. Dark thoughts are returning, thoughts that will fester into something evil. Thoughts that will overflow onto my keyboard as poisonous spiders. It won’t be long now!

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Help from the Other Side – Dark Angel

441605-priestWhy are you putting up such a fight? No words broke the silence, she spoke directly into my mind. I answered her the same way.

“When I die, I want it to be under my terms, not yours. Your trickery made me want you for a while, but I see through it now. You don’t fool me anymore.”

I saw my dad’s face fresh and clear in my mind’s eye. Who was with him?

I’ve offered you eternal life. You can travel anywhere, see everything. Enjoy things you never dreamed possible. 

“All at the expense of others. My life is on this earth, not in a dark evil world of shadows. I believe in God.”

She cackled loudly and moved closer to me, Her dark beauty terrified me.

“Close your eyes Lucy, don’t look into her face.” It was my dad’s voice. I did as he said. Her face was still there, but not so clear. “Dad who’s with you? I see someone.”

“It’s Alfie, remember your uncle? He was a Desert Rat with me in Egypt, he was the battalion padre too. He’s here to help.”

I remembered him well, but wasn’t sure my kind uncle could help me. I hoped death protected him, no one else should suffer. Feeling the pressure mounting around me I called Father Angelo. Something was about to happen and I needed his help. He didn’t answer, my apartment was silent. As I looked towards the bathroom door it slammed shut. I needed Father Angelo and rose to bang on the door and get his attention. When I tried to stand I couldn’t. I was paralysed.

Come to me of your own will, or I’ll simply take you. There’s no one to help you now. 

“Why do you want me? Whats so special about me?”

You’ve been close to death and have darkness hidden within you. A darkness that would make us one. A darkness that could easily bubble into something thoroughly evil with my help. We could ride together and cause havoc in this boring world.  

I felt her touch me again, and something inside me liked it.

“Dad.”

“I’m here. Remember when we went on vacation to Cornwall?”

The minute he spoke the darkness inside me abated. I saw myself as a child, in a fishing boat with my parents. I smelled the salt air and smiled. I saw something else in the corner of my mind, it was my Uncle, the Desert Rat. He had a bible in his hand. He read from it softly. I didn’t hear what he said, but the sound of his voice was comforting, calming.  I blocked him from my mind. If I could see him, surely the dark evil bitch could see him too.

“If I come with you will you leave everyone else alone?” I asked, trying to distract the daemon that goaded me, “will you leave this place and my friends for good?”

There was silence for a few seconds. I felt her icy touch inside my head, she was searching, probing. I wasn’t strong enough to keep her out. She saw through me.

You think this is a game and you can toy with me? Oh no, you’ve had your chance. You will be with me, but your journey will no longer be pleasant. When I’m finished with you you’ll beg me to take you as mine. I’ll make you suffer until you want nothing but me, and then I’ll make you suffer some more. You caused this pain yourself. The journey to my kingdom will be agonizing, you’ll wish  you were dead. When you beg for death, I’ll give it to you and together we will be magnificent. 

“Dad.”

It was the last thing I said before the pain began. Was I being skinned alive?

“Stop, stop.” I screamed.

Give yourself to me.

“No, never.”

Her face hovered over me, her eyes blazing red. She was no longer a dark beauty. She was ugly in her anger.

How could I fight this?

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Evil Possession – Dark Angel

Time stood still. I daren’t move, daren’t speak, hardly dared to breathe. The room was filled with a different sort of energy. I felt it! It was good energy. Was this another trick? I kept my eyes closed.

“What happened here?” A soft voice said. “What happened in this room?”

The words took me by surprise, so did the gentle voice. I opened my eyes to see the tall dark man remove his hat revealing a mess of black curly hair and a face wrinkled with laugher lines.

Jeff stood up “Father Angelo,” he said “My prayers were answered, you came.”

“Don’t pretend you believe in God young man, I know you’re a doubter. We almost had you once. You’d have been happy in the church, but your doubts prevented you from staying.”

Jeff laughed. “I doubt, but I don’t disbelieve.”

ExorcismI sat up and looked at them both. “Can I get out of this circle now? Will I be safe?”

It didn’t take many steps for Father Angelo to cross the room to where I sat on the floor. He was well over six feet tall. He bent down and helped me to my feet. “You must be Lucy, its good to meet you. I see young Jeff still plays with runes and candles. Come, lets sit.”

Jeff’s face beamed with admiration and affection. He and the Father were obviously friends. I sensed a history. Although I was happy to have someone else here to help, I worried about putting another life in danger. Was my life worth risking that of these two good men. I doubted it.

Father Angelo produced two bottles of red wine from somewhere inside his huge coat, and while Jeff opened one he sat opposite me. He didn’t speak, but took my hands in his, closing his eyes. After a minute or so, he opened them again and looked around the room.

“When did your troubles start?” he asked.

“After the car crash, I almost died. I should have died, but a shape appeared above me, an angel.”

Jeff interrupted, “Father, it was a dark Angel.”

“Let her tell her story, go on Lucy, what happened next?”

“The Angel spared my life and allowed the truck driver to die. I think she killed my dad. She did something to Reverend Laybourn. I think she wants to kill me now.”

“When did you move into this apartment?” Father Angelo asked.

“A little over a year ago, a month before my accident.”

Father  Angelo took a big gulp of his wine and swirled it around in his mouth savoring it. He closed his eyes and swallowed. “I think your apartment is the problem. Something dark lives here and it wants to live through you, to possess you. I can feel it.

“How can you know such a thing? ” I asked, “you just got here.”

“I felt it as soon as I got out of my car, before I even entered the building.”

I remembered Reverend Laybourn and the look on his face as he lay in the road after being hit by a car. Maybe he felt it too. “What if I move? I’ll find somewhere else to live.”

Father Angelo laughed. “That won’t help you now. This has already gone too far. We have to deal with this and deal with it quickly before we lose you.”

Jeff sat next to me and put his arm around me. “We’ll get through this, be brave.”

I wasn’t so sure. The room was silent now, but I knew I wasn’t safe. Something evil lingered in a corner waiting for me. Waiting to seduce me into another world. It was clever and beguiling and I didn’t know how much longer I could fight it. I didn’t know how much longer I wanted to.

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Snatched back from Hell! – Dark Angel

Paul-Nulty-Lighting-Design-100W-Challenge-2014-2In the far corners of my mind someone called my name. I wanted to ignore it and sink into the rapturous comfort that tugged me ever downwards. My body tingled in anticipation of what awaited. The voice was insistent. “Lucy, fight it, it’s a trick. FIGHT, come back to me. Lucy, come back.”

Another voice goaded me. Lucy, come to me, don’t you feel good. Let me explore your mind and body, come to me now. The voice was erotic. Sparks of light flashed though my brain. I was gripped with excitement. “I’m coming.” I replied.

I was almost there, lost to reality, sinking in a world of pleasure and greed. I stopped. Jeff’s voice was distant now, hardly a whisper. Sinking, sinking, slowly, and then I stopped. A foul smell surrounded me, a smell of death and decay. I didn’t want to be here, something was wrong.

Almost there now, close your eyes and stay with me. The foul smell faded.

I heard wood splintering as my bedroom door burst open. My eyes refused to open, the air I breathed was dense. Finally, I forced my eyes open, I could barely see Jeff, even though he stood in front of me.

He pulled me from the bed, but cold invisible hands gripped me from behind, long nails digging into my flesh. Stay with me! I want you to stay with me forever, I’m not done with you, there’s a place for you with me.

Jeff was chanting again, I felt him getting stronger, my body started to rise as he lifted me into his arms and held me close. Everything faded away. I don’t know how much time passed, but I opened my eyes again to find myself lying on a bed of cushions in the middle of my living room floor, candles and incense burned all around me. Jeff sat on the sofa, a book open on his lap. His lips moved, but he read silently. Sensing I was awake, he looked at me and smiled. I was alarmed at the dark smudges beneath his eyes. This fight was killing him.

“Don’t move,” he said, “stay just where you are, you’re safe there.”

Shadows danced on the ceiling, taking shapes I didn’t want to see, so I closed my eyes. A voice close to me whispered.

I’ll keep you safe, I’m still here. That fool can’t steal you away from me. 

The foul smell returned briefly and then was gone. I opened my eyes again and “Jeff, whats going to happen to me? I can’t stay here forever.”

The door to my apartment opened slowly and a huge dark figure filled the opening. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what evil had come for me now. “Dear God please help us.” I whispered.

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Where do I get my inspiration?

I try to walk as often as possible, it clears my head, blows away the cobwebs and reminds me how lucky I am to live in the wonderful state of Colorado. This is my neighborhood. After years of traveling, this is where I settled, and this is where I became an author. Let me share a few photographs with you.

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Dark Angel – I Love You – You Make Me Stronger!

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“Of course she’s trying to kill me, it’s what she does.” Jeff said.

“Why did you get involved if you knew that? Why did you try to help me? Two people are dead already; I don’t want you to be the third.”

He walked over and put his arms around me which felt good, comforting, but made me feel even worse. I didn’t want to be responsible his death.  I pushed him gently away. He looked into my eyes and brushed away my tears.

“Come on, let’s eat,” he said, “I’ve opened a bottle of wine.”

We sat down and tried to make small talk, but it was impossible. How could I think about anything except the evil one that played with my life. Was I ever going to be rid of her? Why did she save me and allow the truck driver to die? I’d be better off dead than watch those around me suffer to amuse her.

“What do we do next, how do we stop her?” I asked my voice breaking.

“I went to see the Vicar today, told him your story; he’s going to stop by tonight. He wants to help.”

“How can he help? When he came to my mum’s after church, the angel tormented him. He was brave, but weak. She could snap him like a twig.”

“He didn’t know what he was dealing with then, now he does. He just wants to talk to you, wants to know how this started. He had God on his side remember.”

“Yes and she has the devil on hers.” I said, ” My wine glass was emptying much more quickly than my plate.

We heard a scream and the sound of screeching tires from the street below. We looked at each other and ran to the window. There’d been an accident. A man lay injured in the street; he’d been hit by a car. He stared towards my window as someone removed his white Vicar’s collar and tried to help him. A dark flaming shadow hovered above him for a while and then disappeared. I made to run down to the street, but Jeff grabbed my arm.

“Stay here,” he said, “Your presence will make things worse.”

I watched as he crossed the road to where the Vicar lay. He  took hold of Jeff’s hand, thank God he wasn’t dead. I saw him whisper something. Jeff glanced up at me and smiled a smile that told me the Vicar was OK. The ambulance seemed to take forever to arrive, but in reality it was probably only five minutes. I finished the bottle of wine while I stood and watched, trying to drown my fear and pain with alcohol.

Jeff got in the ambulance and as I watched it drive away, I felt a cold evil presence behind me. I was terrified and daren’t around. An icy finger touched my neck and a voice  whispered in my ear. “You are making me stronger, so strong. I’m going to keep you with me for a long time, I think I love you.”

I felt her hands all over me, icy cold, she was trying to make me hers.

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