BY THE HAUNTED BANKS OF SALLISAW CREEK

If one loses his respect for the ancient Native American spirits of the earth,

And openly challenges their authority in their territory,

Do not be surprised if he disappears in their realm... gone like a wisp of ember smoke.

RLJ 

BY THE HAUNTED BANKS OF SALLISAW CREEK

There are ancient spirits of old Indian religion up and down the banks of Sallisaw Creek.

We told Bobby Joe not to go out there Noodling by himself in the Oklahoma moonlight darkness.

But he had to go out there in the water to try to root out Old Three Whiskers by himself.

Of course, the night spirits haunting the river depths were disrespected... and they took him!

BJS

I COULD HAVE KILLED THEM ALL

Pick on the little withdrawn girl, if you dare.

Sometimes, when the night rises to push away the sun,

The withdrawn draws out that vengeance in frightening fashion!

RLJ

I COULD HAVE KILLED THEM ALL

High School was a living hell on earth for a mousy little girl like me.

I was bullied four years straight by an evil clique of monster bitches disguised as Cheerleaders.

Little did they all know that I am actually the serial killer the media calls the "Midnight Slasher."

And, I could have killed them all at will... and I still might!

SMP 

THE HOMICIDAL DEAD

... And the dead shall arise,

To commit severe acts of homicide...

RLJ

THE HOMICIDAL DEAD 

When the homicidal living dead first began to arise from their final resting places,

A dumbfounded world mentality was to not take it as seriously as it should.

That idiocy quickly changed to pure hell on earth horror...

When we all realized that more people die in a day than are born in a month!

JAC

DANCING WITH THE MOONLIGHT

When the sun goes down,

And the moonlight beams to earth,

Feral creatures come out to go... DANCING WITH THE MOONLIGHT!

RLJ

DANCING WITH THE MOONLIGHT

By the midnight full moon, may the devil take my soul... it has happened to me again!

I have awakened again... out here in this rough and wild mosquitoes vexed swamp.

I am covered in blood, my jaw hurts from chewing on bones and my clothing is lost.

Thanks an angel, that's animal fur all over the weeds... I didn't kill another human list night!

MWN

CONTINUE ON

Memories,

In a Horrorwalker horror world, 

May be the only thing you have left to hold onto... 

After the horror strikes its cruel irony!

RLJ

CONTINUE ON

My lovely ghost is the memory of my dearest Marie, my wife of 46 years.

When she died in her sleep, November of last year, 

I believed that only cruel death could release me of my profoundly lonely pain.

But her beautiful memories coats my dreams and relieves my horror... and helps me to continue on.

MAB

MEMORIES OF MY NIGHTMARES

I am old and brittle now, but my mind is still sharp. 

My name is Timmy... and I might never forget the night the nightmares began.

Murder that morphed into grisly psychopathy had a way of gluing itself to my mind!

TEM

MEMORIES OF MY NIGHTMARES

(Texarkana, Texas)

All my hardcore Texas cowboy aura is really just a cover for some harsh psychological insecurities.

All that Texarkana Moonlight Murder business back in '46 has lingered in the air for almost 70 years.

Every time I hear a chainsaw pull cord chugging to prime that tiny engine,

I remember what the fear was like that first night the murders morphed from guns... to chainsaws!

TEM

DEATH RIDES ON THE WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY

Never ignore the horror caveats,

 And Horror myths, 

In the Horrorwalker World!

Disbelieve them at your own peril!

RLJ

DEATH RIDES ON THE WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY

There is a far away myth of a black winged Swallowtail called the Death Wing Butterfly!

If you see this rare creature of myth and legend... your death will occur imminently soon.

I never believed in the myth... so when I saw it yesterday, I thought it could not be.

And now that my burning car is, today, violently crashed into this Oak tree, I am now a believer!

ROM

TANTALIZED

How long can you resist when you are being... TANTALIZED?

RLJ

TANTALIZED

My god, I'm so hungry I could chew the flesh off of one of my hands.

My boat crashed off those rocks over there about two weeks ago.

I've found shelter, found a blueberry bush, caught a fish or two and even started a fire.

But I need food... and this lost shore is full of mushrooms... and I must not eat them...

PHS

1875

Confirmed Horrorwalker horror existed how far back?

Farther back than in 1875?

RLJ

1875

The gang of white skins shot my horse dead three days ago, taunting me with shouts of "Redskin!"

They continue to now hunt me like I am a bad coyote, in the land of my ancient ancestors!

They will never catch me because I am blessed by the earth spirit... Cave Bear.

If they follow me into these burial caves, I will call the spirits to me... we will see who is the "Redskin!"

CWS

THE WITNESS

It can be mesmerizing to observe Horrorwalker horror unfolding before you!

RLJ

THE WITNESS

I saw it happening with my own two eyes... and I froze and could not do a thing about it.

 That small woman dragged that big man into the shadows off to the side of the building.

She proceeded to bite deeply into the side of his neck and drink the blood squirting from the wound.

She stopped, turned her head to look at me... expressing a derisive grin... before drinking more gore!

NIM

FOOD

 FOOD

My name is Jane Barthall... Captain Jane Barthall.

I crashed landed on this snow covered mountain peak eight days ago.

My co-pilot died on impact when we crashed among the pine trees.

I took my first starving bite out of his nearly frozen left thigh ten minutes ago... and I liked it!

JMB

THE DANCE OF THE MOON AND THE SUN

The Sun does this and the Moon does that.

RLJ

THE DANCE OF THE MOON AND THE SUN 

The sun is an over-powerful dynamic motor that powers the life of planet earth.

Its light... the beacon that calls life from the ground up to stand tall among the trees.

The moon is the equally powerful dynamic motor that powers the horrors of the night.

Its light, eldritch and mystical, calls up the undead... to haunt those lives among those trees.

RLJ

A TOUCH OF RISK

You knew the danger, but you were willing to take that chance!

RLJ

A TOUCH OF RISK

The concert was hopping because the chicks were hot and wicked.

The music was secondary to the beautiful ladies all wanting a moment with the band.

And so it was a shock to me when the dark haired beauty asked me to take her home.

I saw her fangs... but this is the Horrorwalker world... life without risk is like death!

WMB

A BEER ON THE SIDE

What beverage washes down something so tasty and so salty?

RLJ

A BEER ON THE SIDE

The football game on the LCD television in the background was surely a big distraction.

I couldn't enjoy my meal of blood and gore as the crowd roared from the touchdown!

Just because I am a forever hungry creature of the darkest night some call a Ghoul,

I still love me some good old NFL football with my blood and flesh... and a beer on the side!

RLC

THE CLOUDS JUST PARTED

THE CLOUDS JUST PARTED

I can openly hear the full moon midnight home invasion taking place downstairs.

My car is parked outside... are they simply brazen criminals who don't care?

I can hear them coming up the stairs right now... rape might be on their minds.

Too bad for them, my fangs and claws just grew in and my transformation has completed!

SMP

THE LAST HOUR

Outer Space, a very dangerous place...

RLJ

THE LAST HOUR

It has been said that, "In space, no one can hear you scream."

That is not true, and I have the living proof right here.

That proof is me... I can hear every mother-sucking scream I can muster.

I have one hour of air left in this spacesuit... perhaps I will scream until the end! 

ANS

SAILING ON THE OCEAN BLUE

Out on the ocean by yourself,

You are surely bound to find some trouble.

RLJ

SAILING ON THE OCEAN BLUE

My dinghy sank into the ocean blue three days ago out here a mile from the shore...

Something alive and huge crashed into the hull from the darkened deep below!

The aquatic creature quickly abandoned the scene of its hit and run crime...

Leaving me to cling to life and broken flotsam as other aquatic things bump my feet!

SWW

WHEN NIGHTMARES BECOME REALITY

Black and white and police relationships are as complex as a protein molecule!

The horrors of wars from across oceans are right here in African American neighborhoods.

The fear they feel is not unlike the fear one feels during the best horror movie.

Now, imagine feeling that way every day!

RLJ

WHEN NIGHTMARES BECOME REALITY

So, when is a nightmare a reality?

Is it when the darkness descends and the fantasy monsters come out to be feral?

Or, is it when the darkness descends and the reality human creatures come out to engage?

When we all awaken from this Missouri horror nightmare, may we all find a vampire to fear?

RLJ

THE SOFT DREAM

Sarah Anderson lives in fear of sleep.

Frightening things happen to her when she sleeps.

And, tonight is like any other night.

RLJ

THE SOFT DREAM

I'm falling down the dream well again, plummeting at speeds barely faster than a falling feather.

The old wives tale is, "If you fall off the bed and hit the floor during this dream... you will die!"

I call out for help as I fall down into the nothingness that is something inside dreams.

And then I awaken in a cold sweat... still in my bed... realizing I'll do this again tomorrow night!

SPA

DEATH CLAIMS ANOTHER GREAT ONE

DEATH CLAIMS ANOTHER GREAT ONE

Often times, in a real-world of horror and strife, comedy is the antidote to that horror.

In a Horrorwalker world mostly comprised of fiction, fantasy overrides sad reality.

But the death of Robin Williams, just a few hours ago, stands granite statue solid right here!

My respects for this great man of comedy, and drama, is all I can think about right now!

RLJ

THE LUCKY VICTIM

Are all witches evil witches, all the time?

RLJ

THE LUCKY VICTIM

Deep into the middle of the midnight hours is the Witching Time.

Some unwilling victims of the midnight darkness know of it as The Witching Hour.

Witches use this time of confluence to stir their brews and formulate their potions.

If you are one of the rare lucky victims... your potion will be a Witching Time Potion Of Love!

RLJ

NEVER FORGET YOUR FIRST LOVE

(a "meals for vampires" tale)

NEVER FORGET YOUR FIRST LOVE

Another Saturday night has come to a close from a time of feeding and TV sports watching.

The blood has been swallowed, the teeth have been brushed and the sand has been poured.

The sun is soon to peek its radioactive mass above the distant horizon... and I must hide and sleep.

Damn the curse of vampirism, I do so miss watching my live daytime NFL on daylight Sundays!

PRM

GHOSTS IN THE WALLS

Faith Bronson has spent a few months living with the spirits in her walls.
She accidently released them...
Unleashed them...
Into the space in which she lives and sleeps.
She is stuck with them...
And now, she is really stuck with the...
Ghosts In The Walls!

RLJ

GHOSTS IN THE WALLS

(Nashville, Tennessee)

When Faith Bronson knocked out the first panel of her bathroom drywall,

She did not expect to find the rolled scroll with the date of 1793 on the header.

She was not even shocked by the title of the scroll: THE SCROLL OF THE DEAD!

But, she would know true fear when she foolishly chanted the spell that released the dead in her walls!

RLJ

DO THE MONSTERS DRAFT THE LAWS

(Horrorwalker World Non-Fiction!)

  

DO THE MONSTERS DRAFT THE LAWS

Even in a Horrorwalker World of horror, the children are to be protected!

Sane and reasonable people never want monsters to have access to their children!

From state to state, its citizens must always be on high alert to repel child horrors.

Why, then, is the state of Pennsylvania's age of consent -- even in 2014 -- still 16 years old?

RLJ  

IMPETUS

IMPETUS

Mankind did believe Gods and Devils walked among them in times of universal magic past.

Reality was different in ancient times... science had yet to challenge the power of God.

The metaphysical world is easy to believe in... to trust only in what you believe is true.

But to trust in the physical manifestations of science and reality... challenging, indeed?

RLJ

REFRACTION

REFRACTION

I cry for myself... my soul... once a year.

The sad date bringing tears to my eyes is October, 31st.

That was the day I was turned into an undead monster of the darkest night.

I have lived 110 years as an eleven year old vampire... and it has been no trick or treat!

PAB

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

Will you look at that crap, Mark... that is your name, isn't it?

Modern television has ruined the image of horror cultivated by my vampire legacy.

You are my food, to be eaten at my leisure, when I decide to end your life.

Blood that is True, indeed!

SPA

SYFY HORROR SO BAD ITS GOOD... NO, IT'S STILL BAD!

SYFY HORROR SO BAD ITS GOOD... NO,  IT'S STILL BAD!

Tonight is Sunday and the weekend is slowly coming to a slow grind end.

Horror stories from around the countless bent corners of this world continue to be born.

This particular horror tale is ending as the final two hours of television ends for today.

What is more frightening than a 9:00 PM replay of Sharknado 2 on SYFY -- oh, the horror!

RLJ

WE EAT WHAT WE LOVE

WE EAT WHAT WE LOVE

Samantha Star loves the taste of the meat she buys from the vendor off the street.

He drives buy her house once a week to offer her his most freshest of cuts.  

The meat is deep red, marbled with the perfect amount of fat and sweet as honey ham.

The cuts are so mouth watering good that she even ignores the occasional tattoo on the skin!

RLJ 

MIDNIGHT AGAIN

MIDNIGHT AGAIN

It is almost midnight again.

The moon is full and the frogs are loud and the mosquitoes are biting.

Well, they are not biting me.

I am the undead blood-stalker cruising the darkness on this hot August night!

SSM