/* A dreamer / writer with one hell of an imagination... The mystery, horror, thriller, genre is ubiquitous and awe inspiring as it cultivates the hairs on the arm and back of neck. The shock and thrill of being taken aback, into the unknown, yet known... Will you be aware, afraid, intimidated, inspired? I think that you will... Someone in a school class room asked, “Why do we have to have African Studies or a Black History Month? Why can’t we have an Asian, Italian, French, Jewish, Irish, Russian, Armenian, German, or Chinese history month?” The answer that was given is… “Africans were enslaved and brought here to America in Chains! They’ve had their culture, Language, and lives ripped from them when they were snatched from their homes – they are the only group of people who were forced to come here…they did not come voluntarily to America. It was built on Free Slave Labor!” "Across The Way" http://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2014/02/25/across-the-way/ ~ “SHAMAN” https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/1545662-shaman-fairmount ~ "Arc of the Prophet" http://arcoftheprophet.blogspot.com/ http://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2014/01/08/arc-of-the-prophet/ ~ “Seeker of Wisdom, Truth, and Justice: BEREAN” http://seekerofwisdomtruthandjusticeberean.blogspot.com/ "Howl of An Angel" (pt. 2, "The Lock of Satanus") Coming soon... http://howlofanangel.blogspot.com/ */
~"Fairmount": 'Terror In The Park'~
"Anthology Of An Essayist" - Volume One: TechnoManagerial: "A Student's Guide Into the World Of Technology"
"Anthology of An Essayist" - Volume II: Total Comprehensive Compositions
~"Hallow": "A Sojourn Into Now and Then'~
"The Spirit of The Soul and The Death of Morals": Whence comest thou?
HALLOW II - A Portentous Epoch of Sagacious Redolence and Epiphany: A Significant Era of Perceptive Aroma and Vision
“My Vengeance Needs Blood”
~Marquis de Sade~
“Tattletale or The Tell Tale Heart”
~Edgar Allen Poe~
'All Hallows Night'
A knock came upon the door…two men, plainly dressed in tie and coat, accompanied by two in uniform appeared. My eye peered at them through the semi-opened door. I opened it just a crack, as I did not wish for them to hear the pounding beneath the floor.
The pounding noise would not stop. I had to find a way to make it stop. Don’t you understand? It had to stop. It began to pound loudly. It was too loud…very loud! Do you not hear it? It’s driving me mad, mad I tell you. Through the crack in the floor the orb peered out.
“It was fixated upon me! It glared at me all the time. I could not look on it any longer…I had to make it go away, even if I had to pluck it out of head of the old man while he sat in the rocking chair.” “That is why I had to put him and that vultures eye under the floor.” “It wasn’t his fault that the evil eye stared at me.”
“It would not be able to gaze on me if it was under the floor.”
“The money-box was hidden under the floor. He knew that I’d find it.”
“He would not give the box to me even if I’d asked for it.”
In my desperate and frenzied dismemberment of the old man’s body how was I going to dispose of it and the heart that I heard beating beneath the floor? I also wanted to know how I, this vile individual, was going to make an attempt at escape; paying the price for taking the life of an innocent man.
In these methodical descriptions of how I was going to cure him of this menace that haunted me.
Explaining my reasons for not wanting to harm the old man. The chronicled planning of how I was going to end his misery. The self-convincing arguments for doing away with the horrible thing that had to be destroyed. In my illustration and familiarity with objects that horrify the soul, the phrases utilized such as – “My Blood Ran Cold”, “Black’s Pitch”, “The Thick Darkness”, and “Death Is Approaching, I decided.”
“I Moved It Slowly…Very, Very, Slowly”; “It was Open, Wide, Wide, Open.” “I had to put an end to it…I had to put it out!”
Can you see, hear, and feel the very essence of the room in which the madness took place? Can you almost hear the beating of the old man’s heart?
“You can catch the Devil but you can’t hold him long…”
~”Man, Behold Thy Story - The Conqueror Worm”~
(E. A. P.)
I did not convey all that should have been…needed to be told regarding the old gentleman’s organs beneath the floor. The brief allusion as to what transpired according to one author who reported me as being so stupid a “tattle-tale,” that I’d spilled my guts to the gendarmes.
Ha…what a laugh! The misguided scribe had very little to report, as did Mr. Poe, who mentioned something about a heart thumping underfoot in the old man’s house. The first writer, as mentioned quoted:
“A knock came upon the door…"
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