I love it darker as you might know by now Dear Reader, and hence I love this time of year. Let me share a little story, a story based on true facts and only slightly de-dramatized for publishing.
Yes De-Dramatized as in the real world it was even worse. But I donΒ΄t think you could handle the truth, Dear Reader, I donΒ΄t think you would like me if I told you the whole story....
And I will cut the story up into three equal parts as itΒ΄s easier to cook and to build up this Halloween Tension I got going
Part 1 - A Seemingly Not So Normal Girl
It wasnΒ΄t a day like any other, it was All Saints Eve and I was playing my favorite gig of the year; The Scary Shit Show.
The annual Samhain shenanigans were getting started as the cub was decorated and people dressed in black were floating in. Nothing is scarier than Goths and Metal-maddies dressing up for a party like this. You would not believe the amount of blood that would be spilled on nights like this.
Now most of them are somewhat normal but from experience, I knew we had some witchy bitches among our regulars. But on average they were indeed three spoons of naughty and one of nice, although I met some exceptions.
The thing is, and donΒ΄t get me wrong I have the utmost respect for most of our Wicca-loving fellow humans, if you start mixing witchcraft, with psychotic borderline teenage hormonal drifts you risk being attracted, attacked, and manipulated by Bitchcraft.
Being forced to adjust to a semi-paranormal lifestyle I was able to deal with that kind of sad messed-up little girl behavior, or so I thought.
I got into the booth, singing to myself; Hey Mr. DJ, put a bloodbath on, hence it was time to kick off with Andrew Golds Skeleton's song:
In a more suitable version of course, because we wanted to rock and shock tonight.
And who better to shock rock with than a Marilyn Manson rip-off with a bad cover of an awesome song? And probably I was trying to trigger a manifestation of some kind by these lyrics.
Yup, that was the type of night I was planning on, a crazy scary shit show night and then she appeared the little blond girl all dressed in white except for the bloodstains on her slightly short dress.
She was so much like Poppy; disturbingly confusing and bloody sweet.
She came up to me in the DJ booth, never had I seen her eyes so full of life and her pupils this dilated. She kissed me on the cheek once, twice, and that third kiss was full on the mouth...with tongue. The tongue worked like a concealed weapon as not only her tongue went into my mouth it also delivered an unknown object.
She grabbed my long hair, pulled my head back, and poured her Vodka Red Bull down my throat before I was able to spit out whatever invaded my gob.
Once I could move my head again she looked deep into my eyes, licked her bloody red lips, and asked: "Are You Insane Like Me?"
Now I have been with her before, I know her sociopathic style and I kinda like her sexy mad-as-a-hatter attitude. But we ended it, sort of. That happened some weeks ago when I found her cutting herself and dripping her blood on an altar with a pentagram.
She noticed that I had entered her sanctuary, lifted her arm, and opened her hand making an inviting gesture. As I am not easily shocked I thought the setting was hot, and I gladly accepted her invitation.
What she did not know was that I was no stranger to spells and rituals. What I did not know was what book she was copying the spell from .....now every witch and warlock has a book of shadows or is writing one.
When I sat next to her I noticed this was not her book. She was using the Grimoire of the Forbidden & Demonic. While I know that most of what is written in there is made up by lucid dreamers with an oversized god complex.... it was not the literature that worried me.
These books carry a mystic status, and that status is like a spiritual virus spreading and investing a certain mindset in those who pick it up.
Now most of us know how to balance the black and the white but I have seen how unbalanced Charmayne can be. Her borderline behavior, combined with her love for the occult explains the book but also might just be a bit too much for her to handle.
I should have known because, after that very wild night, she woke up totally relaxed. She got up before even smoking her morning cigarette and soon the smell of eggs & bacon came into the bedroom.
Charmayne normally needs a cigarette first and a joint + a coffee second before even a word would leave her lips. Then often she would sit and stare for an hour before taking her medicine...if she had decided that she would take them.
When I entered the living room still slightly hungover, there she stood wearing an apron over her undies. Her hair was still messed up from last night. She clearly did not remove her heavy dark makeup last night and now looks like a pretty panda.
She actually smiles when she turns around: "Breakfast?" she asks.
I canΒ΄t remember seeing her smile like this, or actually use the kitchen. Normally being with Charmayne outside of doing you-know-what is like being in the Twilight Zone.
Being around her is always dark and gloomy, not today it's not. I have not seen her radiant like this since, well ehh, I never seen her like this. SheΒ΄s always been what I referred to as my living dead girl.
Full Disclosure; I also have voices in my head, but not the ones she holds. Mine are guiding (maybe hers are too but in a different direction) me, and although everything seems so normal all warning lights start flashing.
Charmayne puts the eggs in front of me, sits down across from me, and starts talking. She normally doesnΒ΄t talk till sheΒ΄s drunk I think while I feel I am drifting away on her words. I canΒ΄t make out what she is saying but it sounds very plausible, pleasant even.
Thank goodness you made it till here, as this story is like a cold corps on a stove....just heating up. If I got your attention part 2 will be out around the same time tomorrow but for now; Rats, Bats, and Bones, I am out of here!
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The annual Samhain shenanigans were getting started as the cub was decorated and people dressed in black were floating in. Nothing is scarier than Goths and Metal-maddies dressing up for a party like this. You would not believe the amount of blood that would be spilled on nights like this.
Now most of them are somewhat normal but from experience, I knew we had some witchy bitches among our regulars. But on average they were indeed three spoons of naughty and one of nice, although I met some exceptions.
The thing is, and donΒ΄t get me wrong I have the utmost respect for most of our Wicca-loving fellow humans, if you start mixing witchcraft, with psychotic borderline teenage hormonal drifts you risk being attracted, attacked, and manipulated by Bitchcraft.
Being forced to adjust to a semi-paranormal lifestyle I was able to deal with that kind of sad messed-up little girl behavior, or so I thought.
I got into the booth, singing to myself; Hey Mr. DJ, put a bloodbath on, hence it was time to kick off with Andrew Golds Skeleton's song:
In a more suitable version of course, because we wanted to rock and shock tonight.
And who better to shock rock with than a Marilyn Manson rip-off with a bad cover of an awesome song? And probably I was trying to trigger a manifestation of some kind by these lyrics.
Yup, that was the type of night I was planning on, a crazy scary shit show night and then she appeared the little blond girl all dressed in white except for the bloodstains on her slightly short dress.
She was so much like Poppy; disturbingly confusing and bloody sweet.
She came up to me in the DJ booth, never had I seen her eyes so full of life and her pupils this dilated. She kissed me on the cheek once, twice, and that third kiss was full on the mouth...with tongue. The tongue worked like a concealed weapon as not only her tongue went into my mouth it also delivered an unknown object.
She grabbed my long hair, pulled my head back, and poured her Vodka Red Bull down my throat before I was able to spit out whatever invaded my gob.
Once I could move my head again she looked deep into my eyes, licked her bloody red lips, and asked: "Are You Insane Like Me?"
Now I have been with her before, I know her sociopathic style and I kinda like her sexy mad-as-a-hatter attitude. But we ended it, sort of. That happened some weeks ago when I found her cutting herself and dripping her blood on an altar with a pentagram.
She noticed that I had entered her sanctuary, lifted her arm, and opened her hand making an inviting gesture. As I am not easily shocked I thought the setting was hot, and I gladly accepted her invitation.
What she did not know was that I was no stranger to spells and rituals. What I did not know was what book she was copying the spell from .....now every witch and warlock has a book of shadows or is writing one.
When I sat next to her I noticed this was not her book. She was using the Grimoire of the Forbidden & Demonic. While I know that most of what is written in there is made up by lucid dreamers with an oversized god complex.... it was not the literature that worried me.
These books carry a mystic status, and that status is like a spiritual virus spreading and investing a certain mindset in those who pick it up.
Now most of us know how to balance the black and the white but I have seen how unbalanced Charmayne can be. Her borderline behavior, combined with her love for the occult explains the book but also might just be a bit too much for her to handle.
I should have known because, after that very wild night, she woke up totally relaxed. She got up before even smoking her morning cigarette and soon the smell of eggs & bacon came into the bedroom.
Charmayne normally needs a cigarette first and a joint + a coffee second before even a word would leave her lips. Then often she would sit and stare for an hour before taking her medicine...if she had decided that she would take them.
When I entered the living room still slightly hungover, there she stood wearing an apron over her undies. Her hair was still messed up from last night. She clearly did not remove her heavy dark makeup last night and now looks like a pretty panda.
She actually smiles when she turns around: "Breakfast?" she asks.
I canΒ΄t remember seeing her smile like this, or actually use the kitchen. Normally being with Charmayne outside of doing you-know-what is like being in the Twilight Zone.
Being around her is always dark and gloomy, not today it's not. I have not seen her radiant like this since, well ehh, I never seen her like this. SheΒ΄s always been what I referred to as my living dead girl.
Full Disclosure; I also have voices in my head, but not the ones she holds. Mine are guiding (maybe hers are too but in a different direction) me, and although everything seems so normal all warning lights start flashing.
Charmayne puts the eggs in front of me, sits down across from me, and starts talking. She normally doesnΒ΄t talk till sheΒ΄s drunk I think while I feel I am drifting away on her words. I canΒ΄t make out what she is saying but it sounds very plausible, pleasant even.
Thank goodness you made it till here, as this story is like a cold corps on a stove....just heating up. If I got your attention part 2 will be out around the same time tomorrow but for now; Rats, Bats, and Bones, I am out of here!
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