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ICU + Throat + Other Stuff

Well, I originally planned on posting on some things from the past few weeks of work, but thanks to all the events over the past few days, I'm going to focus more on family events first. After working 12 hours, then getting very little sleep before working another 12 hours, I got home Monday morning to find out that my big sis was in ICU with her kidney's shut down thanks to her diabetes. I'm sure all of you can guess that between being tired as hell, just wanting to write and then getting hit with that pretty much drained what little I had left. Suffice to say, no writing was done.

While I have wanted to do a few other 'vocal' posts, doing them isn't going to happen due to my throat being raw still from singing on Rock Band. The silly shit you do when you're not recording new chapters until that crap can be resolved. Yes, I know that's the first hint of what's going on without saying it, but that's where I'm leaving it for now.

As for the stuff about work, all I can say is that as much as I hate having people being jackasses and bitch-ola's, I don't mind since it let's my bosses know I'm doing my job. The best part, these jackasses and bitch-ola's believe deep down they are putting my job in jeopardy by letting those that hold the contract and head the business know I'm doing my job properly, even if they themselves think I'm not.

Until I have more time and energy, I'll just leave it all at that.

Candles Part One

The following story is something I put together way back in 2001 and remains unchanged since that time. I'm not even sure if I used the spellchecker it or not, so try not to rip me apart over it. I originally posted it to stave off my Hell to Hell fans who were unfortunately waiting for longer then expected for the next Chapter in the series. I hope the rest of you enjoy it as well. ^_^

Candles

May 5

I’m not sure how to start all of this for those of you who may find this. It’s a long a complicated life we live and sometimes it ends before any of us can really have a chance to explore all there is to find out about it. Joanna Hunt is one of those people who dedicated her life to discovering all that she could about the human mind and psyche; the why, the how and way it works. Unfortunately, in this task, she lost her life under circumstances that are to me, unfinished or beyond that of the mysterious

Before I really go on about why I am about to do what I have decided upon, I will give you an insight into her mind and her work. In my possession, I have her personal journal and notebooks that are littered with her works, words and experiments. It is through these items that the truth of her work, her life and possibly her death can be found.

But thanks to the extreme nature of her tendency of using highly evolved words that normal people, like myself have no knowledge of meaning or pronunciation. I have decided to take all that she has given us, easily more than a ten-thousand pages, and selected a small section of her work that I feel is directly linked to her death and rearranged it into an easy to read setting. Due to her tendency to jump from experiment to experiment, I have added a few of my own words to help the transition from one to the next. I hope that I don’t screw anything up. I know how important her work was to her, as well to the rest of us.

I hope that all you will find here will give you a better insight not only of Joanna Hunt, but also of us as humans as well. Her work in my opinion achieved so much and in the end has increased my life in ways you may never understand unless you become a part of it as well. So please, sit back and absorb all there is to find here. It could very well change the way you look at things for good.

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The Source of Fear

So what should I say or do to prove to all of you who read this that I, Joanna Hunt, have any ability, qualifications or right to describe and place in front of you the essence of fear, its source and why it exists? This is the question we should ask ourselves in any place in life, as we all have knowledge, skills or qualifications in something that others believe they have more in just because they have a degree or a college education.

Though, I must admit that in the end, their proclaimed sources and my own both point towards the same place, I simply feel that they push it to this area in a method to get us to understand only ourselves. By doing so, we never really conquer or achieve control over our fears, and in time they will return and remain with us forever. Temporary cover-ups always lead to greater discoveries, but in the case of fear, to just simply cover it up makes it worse once it is rediscovered.

So, in my own personal quest to go beyond and to be different from the norm of society’s standards, I have looked into the past of our people and throughout time to find the true source of fear and how I think we can achieve freedom from it.

Looking back through time, fear has for the most part always been with us, but its excitement and growth seems to be pinpointed at one particular source. This source dates back to the time when man first began to use fire. Fire in all reality was nothing new to this world and its crazy how mankind has created a boundless list of myths, stories and histories of its coming into being and our possession. Some talk about humans stealing it from the Gods, while others claim that we harnessed it through the ability of men to adapt. How I look at it I should state is irreverent, as that is not the point of my hypothesis here.

Getting back on track and the subject, I believe it was during this time, no matter what you believe when it comes to how man found, received or stole the gift of fire, that the greatest of all fears and their offspring were born. If we look into history, mythology and all other forms of these arts, we find that many of the most powerful or evil of creatures, though born and spawned of flame, tend to stay clear of it unless in drawings. With this I concluded that in order to better understand all of this, I would indeed have to look directly into the past, become one with it and find out why this came to be.

As I look into our current time, I see that most people when it comes to campfires and the like all tend to do the same thing. They cuddle up close together and the vast majority even naturally tells ghost stories or something of that nature, but why is this? Is it because that we as humans have been doing it for so long just for fun and kicks that it is completely necessary to do it in order to have fun? Or is there another, deeper and powerful source for this need of the human mind to offer these tales? Why is it that we build campfires in the middle of the summer? To keep warm?

I think not.

Most will say that it’s just what you do when you go camping, but I truly believe that there is a deeper reason. A reason in our genes, in our system and in our history. We are a people that have a tendency to hide our fears behind false truths, lame excuses and jokes in order to deal with them, but they never go away. So why is that? Where does all of this fear of the truth come from? Because of this, I decided to devise a multiple step study to see how and where these fears came from and how they developed from the earliest days to the modern use of fire.

Step one: Campfires and Illusions

Originally I simply called this experiment; Campfires, but thanks to all that I have discovered, I decided to add on illusions as well. In order to do this study, I literally went to all ends of my abilities to build fires in a multitude of places, even used a simple fireplace as well. For these experiments, I used both everyday people that were observed by my team, myself, as well as someone close to me that I knew fear had a big part of his life.

It was during the first experiment that everything went as we normally see it. I enlisted the aid of a group of teens that were heading up to the mountains to camp for the weekend. Even though they knew that I was going to interview them after their trip, they had no clue that I had wired their equipment (tents and such) in order to record all of the events that transpired during their stay. Also, to increase my knowledge, I too was there in person, at a distance, recording and viewing the passing of their time.

As I listened to them laugh, giggle and tell their stories, I noticed that the listeners were not always in complete concentration of the storyteller, but instead the world around them. At first, I personally felt that there was no significance to this at all. After all, I had been born and raised in the normal world to see normal things and not beyond that. Afterwards, when interviewing the small group, I found that even though they claimed not to be scared (guys more then girls), that there was something that told a very different story.

While they could lie all they wanted with their lips and words, their body behavior told a different story. I could see that in fact they were scared, even if only remotely of something, even if they themselves did not recognize it. After all, it was a payday for them, but for me, it was something much greater. These studies and interviews carried over into my next experiment, which also included the person close to me. This time, he and a few others went on a camping trip, in which I took a much closer watch of, eager to see what they saw.

Originally, my first and only reason for having him there was for the close proximity of our relationship. This way, after it was all over, I could get direct and clearer evidence of what I was looking for from this experiment. But little did I know, I would be the witness and the discoverer to such events and sights that would equal any, if not succeed any such knowledge he could ever give.

As I watched and listened to the original bunch, I had concentrated all my sight to those who were in the group as I monitored their reactions, their breathing and so on, when the truth I needed was actually all around them. This time, looking beyond just the huddled group of individuals at the fire, I saw what the fire itself created and with it, opened an entirely new world of experimentation.

Watching the flames dance in the background off the trees, the ground, the tents and the bodies made me realize how the people of old could have created so much of the fear they felt just from their own imagination and not from reality. In these dancing shapes and sights, even I began to see all of the whips and forms of the ancient devils of old.

After the camp was over and I talked to both my close representative and the others, my thoughts and beliefs were reinforced with their own words and thoughts on the subject. They too admitted that if they paid attention to the person telling the tale, for the most part everything was okay, but once they turned their attention to the world around them, their fears began to boil over and become real. In fact, all of the stories told, if said in open light and not at that situation, would have been nothing and no one would have though anything of it. Yet, as the world around them came to life in their imagination, the words took on a much more profound life that began to create a fear, even if it were a small and insignificant one.

It was this that led me to discover what I feel is the greatest of truths behind fears and its origins. Think back to the days when cavemen built their fires in caves, or even the plains people who built them in the open. All of these people have stories of evil, of demons and the undead, or even of gods and pure representations of evil that are all based around fire. But isn’t it strange that all of these stories, these myths and beliefs only came into light and reality after man had harnessed the power of fire and light?

The reflections of the light dancing on the rough surfaces of cave walls, along the branches of dancing tree limbs in the wind, reflecting off pots, pans, belts, water or even an animals eyes. All of these events are in its heart, nothing more then natural and easy to deal with. But in the absence of light, with imaginations running wild and common sounds turned fearful, the beginning of a new fear is born and we are the creators of that fear.

Was it really a ghost they saw, or was it simply lantern light on the soft pool of a river or pond? Could it have been a demon wrapping like smoke around the corner of the cave wall, or was it simply the shadows of man and rock dancing in the light? Was it truly a horned demon wandering the low grass of the forest, or was it simply a wild animal with the light of the campfire or moon reflecting in its eyes?

Suddenly a new light comes to me as well as a new reality. Man has always created something out of nothing, or has seen objects that may very well be there, but not as we believe them to be. Take for instance cloud gazing. We spend hours, at least some of us do, looking up at the sky saying we see a turtle, a bird, a man, a car or a bunny rabbit when in all reality, it doesn’t exist anywhere besides our own minds. Clouds are clouds, wild animals with glowing eyes are nothing more then simple animals reflecting the light of our fires and so on. We have allowed imagination to take control of us to the point where we, instantly and naturally, see things that clearly are not there.

To bring it into a much clearer and easy to see light for the common person, I will give my newly discovered opinion of religious sightings. It's amazing how many people see the face of God in a mountainside covered in shadows of clouds, or how many claim the see the Virgin Mother Mary in the side of a tree. It is truly the God or the Savior Jesus showing that it was their hand of power that created the tornado, or is it something else?

We are a people that search for answers and we will not stop until we do. So many that have strong religious beliefs claim that they see Him or His angels present and then afterwards, claim they see His image in the skies to concrete their facts that they were saved by His hand. But is this true? Did He really save us, or was it just luck?

After all, what person today can every truly say they know what he looks like without being a liar? Sure, we have pictures in our churches, statues of him and everything else. But are these recreations of this man truly what he looked like two-thousand years ago, or just something that through the span of time we have created and all have believed in?

I’m not saying that he never existed, after all, I am very religious myself and can swear that I have seen his image in the clouds after a powerful storm that leveled miles of homes and killed thousands of people, only to miss me and others I know. But the fact remains, I can clearly say that I have never ever seen Him in person, nor have any clue what the man truly looks like.

Take anything that has a long history and you will find that we change its appearance, meaning or outlook to suit our needs. For all we know, the true Jesus is nothing like the man we claim he is today, nor even look remotely like we believe him to be. We will claim that we know from the passing down of artist drawn pictures and the Bible, but can these two sources alone be enough?

Art changes from person to person and can even be modified to fit his or her own genre of belief. One man might add a stronger chin, while another might lower the ears. If someone were to repaint the Mona Lisa, would it look the same? No, so how can we even dare say that the Jesus we know from all the art we see today is the Jesus that was then?

Then of course comes the Bible, which we all follow and believe, though we know to be truth has been modified over the years. We know and have proof that kings of given times rearranged certain passages to fit their needs in order to rule the people with a iron hand, so how close is the Bible to the truth that was originally written?

For all we know everything said about Him can very well be true, that he was a kind loving individual who was tall, strong and charismatic. But, for all we know, he could have been only six feet tall in the time where most might have been only five foot five. In today’s standards, six-foot isn’t that big of a deal and is considered average, even though at the time, it could have been huge. For all we know, going back to the Bible, Goliath might have only been six foot in the five-foot world.

What I am trying to point out here is what we know now and what was then can and most likely are two very different things. So for people to say that they see Jesus, or any other godly creature/person is simply pathetic to me now. I’m sure people will say to me and others that He changes His appearance to match that of what we believe him to be. If that were so, He would then in turn be lying to us, something that we look to him for no such event or act.

We have let the imagination rule our lives and our minds. Again, I will point out that I am still very religious and still to this day believe in God and his ways, but from now on, when someone claims to have seen Him, I will be taking it with a grain of salt. And it is this very same imagination that has in time, created the majority of our greatest fears, challenges and events in human life.

Even though the vast majority of this thought process was inspired by the events of the second camping session, we continued to observe and take part in the campfire study for close to six months. By the end of this time, I was beginning to uncover more information about the past of man and his will to control fire. It was also in this that I began to see a huge amount of connection between a certain creation and the increase of reports of ghosts, demons and other evil beings.

The source of all these events became my second step in my goal to discover the true source of fear.

Step Two: Candles and Reality

Candles were one of man’s greatest inventions, because unlike the campfire, the candle can be carried anywhere and can be used with a huge number of outcomes and reasons. Nowadays, the entire basis and look upon the candle has lost its glamour though. It was once used very much like we use the light bulb today, but now, with a multitude of scented, colored and shaped versions. Candles have become much more for pleasure, overall looks or sensual stimulation. Because of all of this, it has also lost the vast amount of power towards fear that it once possessed.

Within the modern world, unless there is a power outage and you only have a few candles to light up the world around you, light is taken very much for granted. But in a time that candles were only used when absolutely necessary, it was taken in a much different context. Plus, unlike today where some people will illuminate a single room with ten or more candles, back in the time they were originally used, there might be one or two per room.

What this created was a world where the imagination, that had been spawned off of the world of the campfire, had much more power. There are many journals found from those times that report sightings of demonic eyes in the distance looking upon the family’s household or even following them through the forest, down paths or even within village and city limits. But, were these glowing embers that of an evil or of man?

Even the use of a candle within the confines of your own house can quickly become something of an adventure. If you are willing to try it as well, go ahead and wait until the day is gone and the night is overbearing. Then, light a single candle and walk around the house just once, maybe even twice. Even if you don’t become afraid, I want you to pay attention to the world around you and discover why the people of those days could easily conceive evils lurking around every corner, and then disappearing just as fast.

The many different surfaces that makeup our daily lives can do much more then we believe. While mirrors and metal are obvious places where the dancing lights of a flame can create more then just a simple light, well polished wood, glass, pots, pans and even bone can reflect light in their own ways. A simple walk through your own house can reveal much more then you originally believed, trust me in that and if you do not, what harm is there in trying it yourself when given the chance?

After seeing this, it becomes much clearer and apparent how fear grew in leaps and bounds during the time of the candle and how the candle itself has become a symbol of so many evils. It amazes me how many drawings, candle holders and so on resemble an evil of some kind, and now I can see the origin of those ideas and even, those evils.

Plus, if you look into mythology, urban myths, horror stories and beyond you will be amazed by how many are based around candles. One of the ones that comes quickly to me is the story of a young lady who was about to be married. Unfortunately for her and the man she loved, their families did not approve. So, in order to be wed, they secretly held a wedding in the forest, where only the young couple and a priest were present. Unfortunately, the wedding was crashed by a man down on his luck looking for money. During the scuffle, the young couple was killed. In death, her spirit remanded here on earth and began to search for her and her lover’s killer. The only way she is visible is that of a dancing candle, the one she supposedly carried during the ceremony, but as the story goes as she comes closer, you can actually begin to see the outline of her in her white dress and the axe she carries.

For a long time, in our own history, there were a string of axe based murders within a fifty-mile radius of the revenge stricken lover’s hometown. The first was a priest who stayed the night on his way to another city. Plus, there are journal references of witnesses who claimed to see a candle floating by itself in the air shortly before these murders took place. Many people even heard strange noises outside of their homes, like something being dragged along the outside walls of their homes.

The myth also continues on to say that there was a single survivor, someone that had the unfortunate chance to see the ghost face to face, shortly before they were almost murdered. It was said that this person was wandering along the outskirts of the forest near town playing hide and seek with friends when suddenly he saw the dancing candle in the distance. Knowing the tale all too well, he began to run only to find the candle keeping pace with him. Making it back to town and to his home, the boy locked the doors and began to scream out as a slow tapping followed him throughout the house, from the outside.

Then as suddenly as it all started, the tapping stopped. Within minutes, the boy heard someone at the door, calling his name, sounding very much like some of his friends. The boy then opened the unbolted and opened the door to what he felt would be the final sight of his life. Standing outside of his door was a woman, dressed in white carrying an axe and a single candle. She was partially transparent, the only aspects the boy could clearly see of the woman was where the light of the candle reflected off of her ivory white skin and deep blue eyes, but the axe was very much solid.

As he and legend put it, by opening the door, he had in turn invited her into his home, giving her power where she would not normal have any. After hacking him to near death, the ghost disappeared and with her, the candle and axe.

For me personally, it’s hard to believe in this legend, though I can see now how powerful it was in those times. It’s hard for me to believe because if he was making as much noise as the legend claimed inside the limits of his town, that not a single person came to his aid. Sure, it could be said that people might have seen the dancing candle and decided to stay out of it, but it’s hard for me or even you to say that for sure.

Then, in another direction, candles were given yet another bad reputation through the discovery and prosecution of witches, who appeared to love using these little devices. They soon became the symbol of satanic rituals and the like, even if people were not using them for those purposes.

As time continued on, more and more supposed evil began to sprout up all surrounding the use, presence of the like of a candle. But the truest question is, were these accusations and beliefs real, or just another part of the human imagination creating more fear to fill the hole that could not be filled with what was the truth?

It was in this that I began a long list of investigations, tests and experiments with people and candles. These were set in every environment possible, from the home, the streets, abandoned areas, allies, big and small cities and any place I could find and use. This part of my life took over a span of 3 years to study and, as I believe, complete. It opened a good number of thoughts, ideas and beliefs that I feel the world should know about fear and it’s truest of origins, but I also know I am not through yet. The person I know that is close to me has shown me that much, so now I continue on, with one last experiment. Hopefully with this final act, with the ones I love and know most, I will discover the truth of it all.

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That was the last entry she had between her journal and notebook on the events prior to her final nights alive. Though her notebook was loaded with information of the last few nights, the truth behind the final night of her life is still a mystery to me. I know what the police found and the entire town knows by heart what the court decided, but at the same time, I know in the deepest reaches of my heart, that there is much more then what has been said or even shown to me.

To give you a better idea of her final moments, according to the history that the police and court created. Joanna Hunt decided to have her first, though what she considered final, experimentation inside of a dance club here inside of town. She didn’t have to worry too much about disturbing the natural way of life there since the owner had closed it down for the week in order to make renovations and drastic upgrades to the sound system. What of course helped in the end was that Joanna and Frank (the owner of the club) had at one time a very evolved relationship and there was the fact that Frank was there for the majority of her aforementioned experiments.

Because of all of this, I have come to the conclusion that whenever she mentioned this close person to her that she was indeed talking about Frank.

Anyway, back to the point at hand as she would say, with no one around to stop her or bother her, she entered the club on Sunday the ninth of April and was found dead the afternoon of the eleventh. What had happened during those very few days? Did she really conjure up true demons as some rumors have led so many young minds to believe? Or is it what the police discovered and the court decided really the truth?

According to the evidence at hand and the trial, four young but disappointed bar hoppers, were the cause of her death. Between the testimony of the four individuals, the facts at hand, the way she had died and a few other tidbits of info, it was pretty much a ‘get it over with now’ type of case. But, were these four young men, now serving thirteen years each in prison, the real reason she was dead?

As temptingly persuasive as the above ideas were, I still had a gut feeling that the truth was hidden inside of that building, still uncovered by the police and begging to be released.

Up till this point in my life, I have been a person that avoids such thoughts that I possess now. Even to the point where I have purposely scared myself from doing much of anything in my life. I guess this all originates from something that Joanna had mentioned in her journal about fear and candles, but that’s something I think should be saved for later. Currently, there are bigger fish to fry.

What I have planned many would think crazy, or even stupid, but I have never been one to fall in the realm of the norm. Ever since childhood, I have been afraid of too much and of even the simplest things. Now is my time to not only face those fears, but also to find the truth that I feel everyone else, but Joanna, has failed to see. I truly believe that she found the truth and source of fear and because of it, was murdered, but not in the same context or reasons the court ruled on.

So I leave this, for who ever finds it, just in case I never return. Maybe you, by fates will alone, will discover and find all that we have failed to do ourselves. I say this because like Joanna, I feel that the truth behind the fear that encases us all should be found, understood and cured. Because, without that, my life will forever and always be unbearable and if it is so for me, then I have no doubt that there are others just like me that desire the same cure.

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As Paul finishes the letter and prints it from his computer, he carefully and artistically draws, ‘To whom it may concern’ on the front of a large yellow envelope with a giant black marker. As he takes the pages from the printer, he quickly glances over them to make sure that they are clear and legible. As he does so, Paul can feel a strange energy whisking though the air. The energy is something that drags out a tingle of fear in his body, increasing the adrenaline just enough for him to begin to wonder if he should go through with his plans or not. As the last page slips into the yellow folder, he seals it and places it on his desk. By doing this, he can already feel the fear begin to subside and his nerves began to settle.

Standing from his desk, he looks around to make sure that he has collected everything he will need for this trip. Taking the suitcase at his side in hand, he moves to the door and gives one last glance back towards his soon to be past. He doesn’t know how or why, but he knows that this will be the last time he will ever set foot in this house, little alone his own room.

Reaching forward to turn out the light, his finger and body takes pause as the tip of his skin meets up with the edge of the plastic switch. Suddenly all of the fears from his past sweep up in him. Ever since he was five, complete darkness has scared him to death. He desires nothing more to enter the other room, turn on the light there, then make the trek back to his room to turn off this light as he has so many times in the past. But knowing that the purpose of this adventure is not only to discover the truth, but also to end his fears. He pushes his finger further, and presses the switch into the off position.

As the lights go out and leave him to his fears, the exact same world he has feared for all his life begins to move in on him. The uncertainty of what could be there, with him unable to see it, begins to excite his mind into the edges of fear itself. In this, he closes his eyes and begins to focus the best he can. Closing himself out of his own life, he begins to fight his fears, drawing on the strength of Joanna to guide him, and amazingly he can feel it working.

With a smile beginning to draw across his face and the desire to go out and defeat his fears, a new fear enters his mind as it also violates his body. Along the back of his neck, he can feel the tiny pricks of movement and they are not from his hair standing on end. Immediately, he reaches back with his free hand, as the hand that held the suitcase drops it and frantically tries to find the switch that will bring back the light to free him of the terror the darkness has brought to him.

As his hand reaches back and slaps at his invader, the pricks at his skin become slow but do not stop as a small area of wetness touches the skin of his fingers and neck. With this wetness, his vocals reach new highs and his other hand still tries to find the elusive light, his mind falls into a frenzy of fear that his body begins to lose control to. Finally, at the point where his body is unwilling to take it anymore, his fingers find the object of their desire and returns him to the world of sight.

The world of light, though strong enough to delay or even remove some of the fear within him, is not enough to erase it all together as the wetness and slow movements at his skin continue. With speed, he not only swipes his hands across the back of his neck, but balls up his fist around the pricking object as he can feel it slow and then cease all together in his grasp. Moving his fist around into his line of sight, he slowly opens his fist to see the tattered remains of the largest Daddy Long Legs spider he has ever witnessed in his life.

Seeing that his fears, though justified in a small way, were nothing more than overreactions to uncontrollable fears in his own mind. Paul laughs and tosses the remains away before he makes his way into the bathroom and wipes his fingers and palm clean with some toilet paper. All the while, he continues to laugh at himself and the stupidity of his own fears, but that is only seconds before he notices that he is in a nearly complete darkness.

Even though the light from his room shines through the bathroom door, it’s only enough to lightly illuminate his facial features in the mirror. Though he is not scared of what he sees before him in even the slightest bit, there is something about the reflection he is facing that forces a pause upon him. In the reflection he can see off to the right side of his head a single candle back in his room and standing proudly upon his entertainment center.

Even though he has never ever lit it, and desires to never ever do so for any reason, it does draw the unwanted memories behind those very reasons. He remembers being a young boy, at play with his sister when he should not be. It was during those times that under only the illumination of a flashlight, the two of them would stay up for hours making faces or even making body movement based conversations as they knew that any other form of communication could lead them to being caught.

One night, during a nasty storm, the flashlight died and he can clearly remember how that fear had built inside of him to be left in complete darkness. Even though he did not scream out at the time, he wanted to more than anything else. Then, out of nowhere, his sister lit a candle and spun around to look at him to make sure he was all right. In reaction to seeing the light dance on her face, through her hair and the shadows it created that danced on the wall and ceiling, he did finally release those fears into the vocal world.

Though now, after all this time, he knows it’s silly to think that some demon of any kind was standing behind his possessed sister, the fear has never left his mind, nor way of life. Since that day, to leave him in any form of absolute darkness created nothing more then a bout of screams and frantic ranting. The same could be said about the simple use of a candle in the dark.

As he thinks of those times and connects them with the writings in Joanna’s notebooks and journal, he knows for a fact that he too must find the truth. Fore if he does, in any way shape or form, he could hopefully free himself of the very thing that has turned him into the fearful man he is today.

It is this powerful fear in his life that has forced him to become an outcast among his small community. He has no friends, nor any real family. Living alone and writing articles for random people for small sums of money has been his life since high school and he wants it all to end. He wants to be a part of the world, a part of the community, a part of life once again, but he knows that as long as this fear remains, that he will never truly be free.

These thoughts and reasons that now begin to stir in his head reinforce his desires, needs and goals for tonight’s little idea. In that, he moves back into his room, takes the suitcase back into his hand and turns off the light without hesitation. He then, with his head high and his mind on fire, strolls to his car and drives off to the destination that will forever change his life.

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As he drives off, a figure cloaked in darkness watches him with only a smile reflecting the pale light of the moon. The smile does not last long though as the figure reaches into its suit and pulls from it a single candle. The candle has a multitude of markings on it, but they are far too hard to read in the darkness of the night. None of this seems to stop the figure as the head bobs back and forth as the fingers slowly turn the candle allowing all the words to be seen and read.

Once the figure is finished the candle returns to the hidden world of the suit as it turns and begins to fade into the shadows of a tree.

Well, that's part one of the story. Hope you like it so far and come back for more. I should have it up soon, and I will try to get Hell to Hell back up and running as soon as possible!

Way Too Soon For Another

We keep losing some of the greatest people this year. While I didn't post any particular favorites from George Carlon when he got all his stuff back (if you don't get it, you need to watch his specials!!), I did on the other hand go on a multiple day YouTube spree of most of his HBO Specials. Now, we have another that got all hiss tuff back and this time, I found something that I think is a perfect video for Randy Pausch to share here. Who? Watch and find out if you don't know him.

JT Actually Has A Sense Of Humor?

From Crackle: Jace Hall, Ep 8: Video Game Violence & HOT CHICKS!

The Three Letter Word

Yes, a second post in 24 days ... CELEBRATE!

*ahem*

Decided to sit down on my lazy ass and create a audio post for you all which can be listened to or downloaded by clicking the link below.

Three Letter Word Rant

If I was Highly Religious I'd Say....

Not worth the rib.