Tales from the Blog (10/22/2017): Demon Energy 4

The man was placed on another bed that was covered in hospital white (sheets, pillowcases, and blankets all the same bland color).

The man lay there a moment, as chains were fastened to the floor so his legs and arms couldn’t move. The bindings were not tight, didn’t hold him down in a painful way. He could at least move enough for a simple scratch or a simple stretch.

Then he felt them, the demons rising up again. The force of a thousand angry creatures rushing through his limbs. He shook violently, and slammed up and down, up and down, testing the springs of the mattress, testing the limits of his now tired body, testing the limits of the chains. Muscles screamed in agony, saliva flew from his mouth, sweat lit up his body, his face contorted in pain.

The men and women in the cave scattered, as the chains ripped free, broke from their metal hold. The man tried to rise. He felt hands upon him again. The man was strong though, fueled by DEMON ENERGY. He started to win. The brave souls who dared to touch the man, to try and hold him down, their hands burned as they held him in place.

New chains arrived, blessed chains dipped and bathed in holy water. They wrapped the man up, pinned him to the bed. These chains burned his flesh, as the demons inside him screamed out loud –“We are legion! Curse you and your homes!” –and then fell back to quiet.

The man felt his timid soul return from the depths of wherever it went to hide during these violent uprisings. The chains no longer burned, but they were much tighter now. He had no choice but to lay there and endure.

He asked for some water, and it was brought to him. It cooled his parched throat, washed away the bile and blood still lingering there from this recent attack. He tried to relax, tried to figure out what to do about this situation he found himself in . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.


Tales from the Blog (10/15/2017): Demon Energy 3

Out of the village, the truck started to move. Past small homes and tiny shops this man had loved all his life. He was heading towards the mountains. He could see the now snow-covered peaks, white in the distance, bathed in the light of the full moon, as the truck drew closer to them.

The truck moved onto a small, two-lane highway.

The road was smooth.

The ride was easy.

After many miles of traveling, the truck turned off onto a dirt road. It roared down this road, past leaves colored with autumn’s dying glory, past fields being harvested, past small farms with cows and PIGS.

The dirt road came to an end. The truck moved on into tall grass that swooshed and smacked the vehicle–like it was trying to consume it. The truck moved forward, climbing ever so gently until the driver saw their destination.

Headlights splashed off an enormous cave entrance.

The truck drove into this cave and came to a stop.

The man looked around, as he was led off the truck.

The cave was twenty, maybe thirty, feet high with white granite stalactites looking like a thousand sharp fangs hanging above him. They were all kinds of shapes and sizes with the longest being about five feet long.

The cave itself stretched out from this giant entrance to many dark tunnels. Some of these tunnels climbed upwards, some down, some just stayed as even and straight as the floor he was standing on, which was covered in brown dirt and bat dung – creatures long since departed once their darkened space was invaded . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.

Tales from the Blog (10/8/2017): Demon Energy 2

 “We are legion!”–their voices screamed through this man’s bloody and bruised mouth. He flipped end over end and dropped back onto the bed, bouncing a couple of times on his back before coming to rest. He then shook violently up and down, spasms erupting across his body like an earthquake.

He managed to scream–“Help me!”-while shaking.

The crowd who had come to take him away (some had torches, some had swords, some had guns) removed the people who had been praying beside the man’s bed. He felt hands on him–rough hands. They grabbed him as he fought and struggled, but he wasn’t doing the fighting. Someone else was using his hands and fists to fend them off. It was no use. The crowd was just too strong.

The man felt shackles placed on his ankles and on his wrists.

The struggling started to cease.

The demons inside of him were going away. They were allowing him to be lifted up off the bed. They were allowing him to be led out of the room and into the street.

The moon was high in the cool autumn night.

A truck sat idling.

The man was forced into the back of the truck, as men gathered around him, chained him to hooks placed in the metal frame of the bed.

Doors opened.

Slammed closed . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.

Tales from the Blog (10/1/2017): Demon Energy 1


A man lay on a bed.

His dreams were vivid and strong–evil things done by evil beings haunted those dreams.

His soul felt lost, departed.

He wasn’t himself.

How long had he been this way?

How long had he suffered in this torment of a hellish nightmare?

He wasn’t sure.

A distant knock on the door.

No, it wasn’t a knock. It was pounding. It was the sound of breaking. The door shattered inward. He managed to turn his sweaty head, brown hair matted to his skin, face covered in a thick sweat, body covered in cuts and bruises–all self-inflicted by his fingernails and his own fists.

He felt his soul losing again. The demons were crawling around inside of him, pushing his soul back to the shadows. He had no choice but to watch. He was a passenger inside his own body.

The demons raised him into the air, levitated him for all to see. Then his small skinny frame started to spin like a pig in a roast. Spinning violently around and around and around and around, and then he stopped. He was now sideways, and looking at the crowd who had come to take him away. He hung there like a limp rag doll. His blue eyes were not his eyes. Those two orbs now belonged to the thousand demons who tormented him . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.

Tales from the Blog (9/24/2017): Devil at the Wheel 17

 “A part of what? I didn’t ask to be a part of shit!” Mike suddenly got defiant, but defiance would do him no good. It would only go as far as helping out his pride.

“You’ll make us a circle of five; the book has willed it to be so. With this complete circle, our souls will live forever. We will be eternal.”

Mike fell silent, and his eyes turned yellow. The black entities began to circle him and to recite an ancient spell, held for centuries inside the book with the glowing red pentagram on the cover.

“Five points on the pentagram”

“We will never die”

They chanted this phrase five times.

When the chant ended, the black entities dispersed.

Mike’s soul emerged from his body and turned black. He joined the other black entities, and watched Vin with triangular yellow eyes.

“Four in a circle, one more makes five,” Mike replied, as a circle formed around Vin, and they all began to chant that ancient spell once again.

“Please don’t do this.” Vin was pleading for his life. He couldn’t believe Velle would never be restored. He wouldn’t miss his family, but he would miss that car.

Vin felt his soul rising, felt it leaving his body, felt his life ending, and a new one beginning.

The End

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Starting next Sunday: Demon Energy

A short story about 1 man possessed and tormented by a 1000 demons who must fight for a soul he is starting to lose. Will he ever find salvation or is his body now an eternal host of hell?

Tales from the Blog (9/17/2017): Devil at the Wheel 16

“I guess you’re wondering why I brought you here.” Two yellow triangle like eyes glowed bright inside the black entity, and they stared down at the boys, who were looking up at them. “Maybe your uncle can explain it, Mike.” When the entity said this, another black entity appeared. Its triangular eyes burned yellow just like the eyes of the other entity; but, when it spoke, Mike knew it was his uncle just by the sound of his voice.

“It’s time, Mike, time for you and your friend to join us.” After Mike’s uncle said this, one more entity appeared, all of them, hovering, yellow triangle eyes burning bright.

“Vin, we got to get out of here,” Mike replied, as he tried to help Vin get up.

“You’re not going anywhere, either of you,” The entity from the radio replied, as the boys froze in place. They went into a trance and had no control over their bodies, as they gently lay back onto the ground and waited for what was next.

“What do you want? Can’t you just let us go?” Mike asked, almost on the verge of tears, mouth the only thing able to move, pissing his pants again.

“Don’t you see? You’re a part of it now, both of you. You should be happy you’ve been chosen,” Mike’s uncle replied . . . to be concluded next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.

Tales from the Blog (9/10/2017): Devil at the Wheel 15


Ten miles later, the car turned off onto a sandy dirt road, and continued down this road until it came to a circular clearing. The car stopped and vanished, leaving Mike and Vin lying on their backs on the ground looking up at the moon and stars, listening to the sounds of the wild Everglades all around them, smelling its fragrance, bathed in the heat and humidity of a cloudless Florida night.

“Vin can you hear me?” Mike asked, as he sat up, looked over at Vin.

Vinnie woke up with the slowness of a man who had recently been beaten and knocked out. He opened his eyes and looked up at the night sky above him.

“I’m here man,” Vin replied, as he moved his jaw and found it wasn’t broken, but his face was extremely sore and it hurt to talk. “Where’s the car?” He asked, sitting up, swallowing blood, spitting out a couple of teeth that had fallen into the back of his throat.

“Well boys, how did you like the trip?” It was the voice from the radio, but this time the voice was inside of something else. It was a black entity that hovered just inches off the ground. The boys went into fear mode at the sight of it . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.