Entry 264: The Farm: Lambs To The Slaughter

Stepping through the next door I came to a dark room. Inside I could hear heavy breathing. Scanning around quickly gave me the answers as to why. There were bodies strapped to tables struggling beneath blankets. I pulled one of the blankets off to find a man with no eyes & no tongue just squirming.

I tried to loosen the straps but, as I did a whispering began to resonate through the room. It sounded like a womans voice which said:

Sheep wander into a wolves den
Thus they become prey
Strapping them down
Taking out the eyes & tongue
Soon they’ll be ready
As a sacrifice to Him
Soon they’ll become
-Lambs To Slaughter-


The whispers of the the woman stopped & soon I heard a horrifying sound! The sound of buzzing.

…The sound of a saw…

I struggled harder with the straps but, as I looked down I was taken aback as the man in the straps began suddenly began smiling! There was some sort of twisted, warped laughter that came from all the bodies! They had stopped struggling & though their tongues were taken…

…They still laughed…

A distorted cacophony that mixed in with the sounds of their bodies being sliced in two! I scanned the room again with my flashlight only to realize there were two saws, on a mechanism that moved around the outside at the same pace before finishing with a row & eventually moving inward.

I watched as body after body spewed blood! This mixed with the laughter was horrifying enough but, the amount of blood that flew everywhere made things far worse! I stayed low & waited for the madness to end! I prayed for it to end!

My internal pleas for an end to the madness were temporarily answered as the saws met in the center, at the man I’d uncovered and stopped. Though they had stopped, they had not done so before cutting through the man from end to end & spewing blood all over me in the process!

The sound of a door opening could be heard in the distance. I got up slowly, picking up my flashlight & camera before realizing my battery was low. Checking my pockets I took an extra set out and replaced the batteries in my camera before slowly walking toward a now open door.

It was dark but I could here a gasping from down below. I slowly walked down the stairs, making sure to be careful with every step. Upon reaching the bottom I noticed a woman in a chair. The woman’s wrists were slit & her eyes were missing. It was apparent she’d been dead for a while.

The womans red dress was already stained with blood & on her chest was another poem. Hesitantly I moved in closer and read the poem.

Jane committed a wicked sin
She thought it best to bring all to an end
Slowly digging into her wrists
She let herself bleed
He wasn’t very pleased
So to prevent her from finding her way
To the beautiful pearly gates
He removed her eyes
Leaving her forever blind in the after life
For her sins…
-She Will Never See Again-

What is happening around here?!

I didn’t have long to ponder the question before my flashlight began flickering. I quickly checked my other pocket, where I had some spares & replaced the batteries but, it didn’t help.

The flashlight flickered even more frequently. I looked ahead to see Jane looking at me with a demented smile. Surely my mind is playing tricks on me…right? My light flickered even more violently till it died.

Soon I heard a low laughter and my flashlight came on to show Jane’s chair was empty! My flashlight then died once again.


-The Farm: Lambs To The Slaughter-

Entry 263: The Farm: The Girl

I awake to the sounds of laughter echoing from a hall that wasn’t there before. Picking up my flashlight, I scan the room & quickly notice the door from before…the one I came through to get down here…

It doesn’t exist anymore!

I look ahead and notice the hallway stretches quite far. Seeing no other way to go, I slowly walk down the hall. The farther I walk, the narrower it feels like it is getting. Turning around I notice the room I was in is no longer there.

Whispers can be heard through the hall as I continue to press forwards. I hear my name repeated over & over again. I push further ahead and notice the walls which were practically suffocating me prior are beginning to give more leeway & the path was beginning to open more.

Up ahead is a door & as I open it & step forwards, I realize I’m in a house again. I hear the door shut behind me but as I turn around and look, there is no door there anymore. It is a black wall. There is no way back. I hear a low laughter again, up ahead. It sounds almost like a child laughing.

Stepping forwards I notice the doors on the walls of this hallway begin to rattle & soon enough shake violently. The laughter soon turns to the screams of a child, which echoes from the walls, growing louder the further I push ahead. The more I think about it the worse the decision to come here seems.

What happened to the other souls who came here?

Am I to become another of the missing?

Trying to push that out of my mind I walked to the end of the hall to see a mirror. Gazing into it, I see only darkness. The hall, my own reflection, none of it is reflected in the mirror itself. Instead I can hear crying from the other side as the screams of children finally subside.

“Help me…please.”

The voice of a child echoes from the other end of the mirror but, there still is nothing to see within the mirror itself. I put my face closer to the mirror & try to see anything at all. All I see is black & the muffled cries of a child asking for help again.

What is this? I ponder to myself.

It doesn’t take long before I notice something coming from the mirror. It looks like water, dripping from the mirror itself. A hand soon reaches out from the other end of the mirror & two eyes open wide! I see the horror, the want for help but, the realization that no one is coming for the child.

It’s as though they are asking some unseen force, praying for help as they now bang on the mirror from the other side! I take my flashlight and smash it against the mirror! The child continues to struggle to hold their breath as they smash from the other side of the glass!

I give the mirror another huge smack with my flashlight!


I begin banging relentlessly in the vain hope that it’ll shatter & I can save the child on the other side. What feels like hours but, I know, must be seconds goes by as I watch the increasingly desperate banging of the child on the other side of the mirror, begging for help!

Then…to my horror…

They are unable to hold their breath any longer and I watch as bubbles ring out & they fight for any hope! I’m helpless as I continue to bang on the glass! They fight harder until they thrash about and disappear! Suddenly I see their hand one last time, as they and their face smash against the glass mirror!

Their eyes are wide open! The shock of their imminent death is on their face! I back up to the wall and then run as hard as I can at the mirror before launching forwards with all my might!


I feel my body crash into the mirror but, to my shock the world around me has shifted & the mirror pulls me within itself like water! I fly out the other end of the mirror, crashing into a barely lit room with water flooding in behind me! Coughing and standing up, I quickly grab my camera & check it.

Somehow it is completely dry, as is my flashlight, despite I now being soaked! Standing up I scan the room and look to see a single tub in the center of it. The tub is full of water & inside is a girl in a white dress. Turning her over the awful truth becomes obvious.

She is dead!

This is the same girl I saw struggling on the other side of the mirror but, how?!

I take a few photos & also record her for a moment for identification purposes. On the off chance I make it out alive, I want to be able to identify & give closure to any potential grieving family members. Then again, she could be a victim of her own family for all I know.

Looking around some more I find another piece of paper with another poem. The poem reads as follows:

Little Mary prayed to God
Little Mary cried a lot
Nothing said & nothing done
Would ever save Mary from drowning
Death would come for Mary
Drowning would cleanse her soul
Death would take away all her pain
-Such Is His Will-

I took a photo of the poem & then set it back down. Half in shock & half pissed off I looked ahead to see there was only one door ahead. I would have to assume it was the way out.

Then again…

…It could be the beginning of another nightmare…

-The Farm: The Girl-


Entry 262: The Farm: Forgiveness

*Blue: Daniel & Emmy plays on the radio*

The place looks dead. I suppose it’s no surprise. They say something terrible happened here. Personally, I’m just here for my footage & in some ways the mystery. The small hope that perhaps, I’ll find the answers to the legends of this place.

Did the original owners kill each other?

Were they influenced by some sort of paranormal entity?

Did they kill themselves?

Why have so many disappeared around here?

What is going on at The Farm?

There are a lot of rumors & plenty of stories about this place. That’s pretty standard for any local legends, I suppose. Black Winter is certainly not short on mysteries or strange happenings but, I wanted the truth…

…As any good investigative journalist would.

My name is Jin Katayama & I’m going to be investigating the mysteries behind The Farm.

The man who agreed to take me up here is the only one I could find willing to do so. I suppose that isn’t an entire surprise. The air around here is cold & there is a dark feel about it. It’s like you’re being watched by something. As we got closer to The Farm, the radio began to grow more static ridden.

The Farm is way out on a massive plot of land. We are talking miles & miles of land owned by one family. The James Family worked generation after generation bringing this place to life & reaping the spoils. Now, the only remaining family member just lets it rot, swearing it is cursed.

They tried selling it but, with all the disappearances, came the legends & with that (as well as with what happened to The James Family itself here) people began to want nothing to do with The Farm.

It died, a once prosperous land, now nothing but a refuge for the missing or soon to be dead & a wealth of mysteries.

“We are here. This is as far as I go. Just beyond that gate, you head straight for another mile & you should arrive at the main home.”

My driver seemed disinterested in going any further & I couldn’t blame him really. I payed him, stepped out of the car with my backpack & gear, soon after watching him drive into the distance.

It was cold, which seemed normal enough for the time of year but, there was something in the air. It was so quiet & as I could see the sun getting ready to set, I thought it a good idea to start walking. I had been given permission by the last James family member alive to do as I wished on the land.

Investigate to my hearts content I believe were her words. She wanted nothing to do with the land. Nothing at all. The only thing she asked was who to notify in the event I went missing. I half laughed at the thought but, then I explained I had no one so she needn’t worry about that.

It took a short bit but, I finally arrived at the home. I’d been given the keys to every place I’d need to look into. I was told if there was a lock I didn’t have a key for, I probably didn’t need to be minding what was behind the door anyways.

Stepping up to the door & unlocking the home I walked in. The moment I walked across the threshold of the door though, I felt myself instantly taken aback by an intense pain in my head & then voices, screams! Seconds later, it was gone & I was fine. Looking around I realized the family home was in as much disrepair as the land itself.

I set up my gear & prepared myself for my first night alone on the land. I’d set up several cameras around various parts of the house and soon took my own hand held camera & a flashlight outside to scan The Farm. There was an old barn, and some empty pastures which is nothing unusual on a farm. There was also an old church on the land where the father, Gregory James used to preach.

The church has since been abandoned due to everyone’s belief that the land is tainted by the Devil or some other stories that are probably non sense. I decided to walk towards the church & as I did I began to hear a low humming. Approaching closer it became more distinct. It was almost like chanting. I couldn’t make out what was being said but, I stopped & filmed the church anyways.

Stepping away from the church, I was met with silence again. Curiosity was beginning to get the best of me as I decided to walk back towards the church.

*Low chanting continues again*

There it was. I couldn’t make out what was being said but, there was definitely some sort of chanting that grew louder as I stepped closer to the church. I was intrigued & partially afraid as I stepped closer. The chanting was growing louder & more intense as I stepped forwards. I began to feel a darkness in the air, I couldn’t explain.

My first thought was that someone was messing with me but, as I walked closer, I felt myself more compelled forwards, almost as though I wasn’t consciously walking but, being led by the sound of the chants on a sub conscious level.

Before I knew it, I was standing at the edge of the church doors. I could hear a faint sobbing as I reached for the door with my left hand. Touching the door I felt an dread for which I couldn’t explain. I listened to the other side of the door & clearly heard a sobbing beneath the chants that become very loud at this point.

The chants were in a completely strange language I’d never heard. I began to feel a low compulsion inside my head…almost like a sleep coming over my mind.


The sound of a womans screams rang out and shocked me out of my trance! I ripped open the doors to the church & saw nothing! The chants were gone but, there was a sound in the back. The shadows had taken over the church which was quite dark as the sun had set.

Looking around I heard an almost swaying sound as I slowly moved forwards. At the back, near the altar, I found the source of the swaying. Hanging from a rope, in the rafters of the church, was a woman’s body. Scanning her, I saw she was bleeding! It looked as though the blood…

…It was fresh?…

Looking closer, I realized she was cut open from the chest down to her bottom. There was a cold lifelessness to this woman. You could sense the torment and despair of her death & yet, in the moment, her face simply showed emptiness.

A low laughter rang out behind me & I turned to see if someone was there. Nothing visible was there. Turning back the woman’s body was gone. There was no noose, there was nothing.

There was definitely a woman there…right?

In my studies, there was never a record of occult activity or any form of cult. The church here was well respected until the tragic death of the family that lived on the land itself. None of it made sense but, I suppose that is why this place is such a mystery.

*Baby crying*

I shot my flashlight upwards as I heard the sound of a babies sobs. Looking around I saw a door to the left, and another to the far right of the building. Opening the left door, I saw stairs leading up.

I figured I should check this first as I could clearly hear a baby crying upstairs. Upstairs I followed the sounds of the crying to the corner of the attic. A blood soaked baby blanket lay in a crib, the sounds of crying now ceased.

The blood looked fresh but, there was no baby anymore. I looked around the rest of the attic & listened. I heard nothing but the creaking sound of the wood beneath my feet & the sounds of the old church settling. Dust covered almost everything in here. As I scanned the almost empty attic I suddenly heard singing below me.

Quickly, I rushed downstairs only to realize the singing was getting louder but, it was still beneath me. I scanned around to where the noise was loudest. Looking down I noticed a door & a lock. This wasn’t here before, I thought to myself. I searched through my keys & tried them all on the lock.


I decided to see if I could break the lock but, upon pulling out some cutters I realized it was too big of a lock for me to break off.


I turned around to see the door to the far right was partially opened now. I went inside to find it was the pastors office. On the desk was a piece of paper with a poem written on it. It read as follows:

Jesus loves me
This I know
For he tells me so
Every night as I try to sleep
I can still hear him whispering to me
I hear him say repent for my sins
I hear him tell me to kill them
Jesus speaks of love
He speaks of forgiveness
He says if one seeks forgiveness
They can find such only through pain
He told me to seek forgiveness
To be forgiven
I need only do one thing…

To my shock, I could hear a man whispering these things! At the end of the poem, a loud BANG rang out! I jumped back, nearly falling out the window behind me! Once I regained my composure I looked back at the desk to see a key.

On the key chain was the word:


I slowly reached for the key & picked it up. As I did I heard a shifting downstairs & the singing stopped echoing from below. I headed towards the door in the floor of the sanctuary & hesitantly tried the key on the lock.


The lock fell off and landed with a heavy boom on the floorboards. I pulled off the chains around the door & as I opened the door I heard a low laughter. I wanted to stop, out of fear. Every bit of me sensed this was a potentially horrible idea but, as I stepped onto the stairs, I felt myself compelled to know what was happening here.

The stairs creaked as I headed down. It was so dark that my flashlight only lit each step as I headed down. The sound of a clock began ticking. I couldn’t tell if there was actually a clock or the sound was inside my mind. It had a pervasive feel to it…like it was inside my mind & spreading over my body…possibly even into my soul.

Every step taken the ticking, as well as the back and forth of a pendulum grew louder. There was the sound of voices as I forced myself to press forwards. Eventually I made it to the bottom & upon scanning the area noticed bloody chains hanging from the ceiling above.

A television set turned on. At first it was static but as I got closer a tape began playing. In the background children were singing the poem I’d read from upstairs, over & over again.

…On the tape itself was a man delivering babies before cutting them open & chopping them to pieces…

The women on the tape sat in a circle & smiled as he did this.

…All the while…

…That poem was sung by children in the back ground…

I felt myself growing sick as the singing grew louder. How could mothers let this happen to their babies?!


I felt dizzy as the tape began to show the women eat their babies! More nauseous as they laughed & sang of forgiveness, thanking the man who killed & cooked the newborn children!

A chill ran through me as the camera panned in on one of the mothers.

“You will know his love soon too, Jin!”

How did she know I was here…HOW DID SHE KNOW MY NAME?!

Overcome by a nauseating smell in the air

…Everything went black…

-The Farm: Forgiveness-

Entry 261: The Ocean Of Souls: Isla’s Light

I see its light

Far off & away

I seek its light

Praying my pain away

I just want my dear wife

I wish to see my sweet child

The light is brighter as I continue on my way

It revolves

That’s what light houses do

My love & my baby

I’m coming for you

It won’t be long now

I assure you of that

Soon enough

We’ll be together again

The beam of light hits my ship again

I can faintly hear the echoes & cheers coming


That beautiful sound

Won’t be long till we make it to the harbor

I’ll see them again

The agony of my long trip

My aching love for them

No longer a pain

In my old soul

I’ll spend my beautiful time with them

I’ve got the ultimate haul

I can finally retire

Never again will I ever have to leave

My hearts desires

Yes, we made the best haul anyone will ever see

We found it

A treasure deep within these black waters

The light is getting closer now

I can feel the tears welling within my eyes

I’ll be there soon you two

…I promise…


Oh sweet Father

I write this letter to you now

I’ve spent the last 19 years

Visiting the harbor

I always look for your ship

Sometimes at night

I swear I see it in the distance…

Mother died of heart break

5 years ago

Hopefully you are with her now

I still hold out hope

You could be out there for sure

I love you Father

I’ll keep praying for you now


The light house

Shrouded in fog

It’s getting brighter

As is my hope!






Dearest Father

The other night I sat in the lighthouse

The keeper let me

We watched the waters together

We prayed a prayer for the lost

I silently prayed a prayer for you

I wish I could see you again…

I know it isn’t likely

I’ll always hold out hope

Still, it’s been 20 years now

Since your disappearance

I won’t lie

Part of me knows the cold truth

You’re another lost captain

Out in those waters

Still, another part of me says

You might be okay…

That part is like the light house

Shining the light of my heart

Like a beacon of hope

I’ve learned so much

I’ve come so far

In the end

I know you’d be proud

Of the woman I’m becoming

Of who I am now


I can see the coast now

My dear sweet wife & daughter

The strangest thing is happening though

I hear cheers

Yet, I can’t quite see anyone there

Perhaps it’s the fog

Or maybe just exhaustion

I’m sure you’re there

I mean, I hear the rest of the town

The light has guided us

It won’t be long now


Dearest Father,

I’m writing to let you know

I’ve met a man

A truly sweet soul

It’s been 30 years since you’ve been missing

We’re going to get married

Hopefully someday have kids

You’d be proud of him

He’s a sea captain

Just like you

I miss him

When he has to go

I pray now for his soul also,

Still, when he comes into harbor

There’s no greater feeling

Kind of like when you would return



My wife & Daughter

I’m beginning to grow scared

The light house

…Its light…

It is fading

It did this once before

I can’t quite say how long ago

It seems now though

The final light within


…Beginning to flicker…

We aren’t quite in harbor

It’s getting hard to see

I’m hoping we won’t crash

I certainly don’t wish to become a victim

Of these seas

The cheers are growing fainter

I’m not entirely sure how

I’ve got to get outside my own head

I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon now


Dearest Father,

We still await at harbor

I just want you to know you aren’t forgotten


I’ve accepted it now

You are one with the sea you loved so much

I miss you here

The town has turned you into a sea faring legend of sorts

Your memory will live on


The mystery of your disappearance

Is something that will never be solved

You & your crew

Simply vanishing

Still, I wish to write you anyways

I want to let you know

I’m finally ready to let go

The pain in my heart

I need to move on

So I’ve chosen to do just that

This will be my final letter to you Father

I write it as I wait with your grand daughter 

At the harbor

We wait for my husband

We can see him coming closer

I just want you to know

You’re never forgotten




My wife & daughter

I don’t understand!

I wish I knew how to explain

The light house light

It died off

We can’t see anything now!

There’s a faint red that lights up on the horizon

A low, disturbingly loud growling rings out!

We turned on our searchlight

Trying to see ahead

The strangest thing happened

We only see black waters!

It’s the sea again

No sign of a light house or shore

We did however

Happen upon a chest

I think we’ll open it

I’m looking at it now

It appears to be a box of letters

Opening the first one

The hand writing

…It’s quite familiar…

Dearest Father

It was with those words

Realization set in


I wonder

…Can you feel your Father’s soul…


-The Ocean Of Souls: Isla’s Light-

Entry 260: Fates Fantasy

Film is a beautiful thing

It captures a moment

In a way someone’s soul

It can make us smile

It can make us cry

It has the power to engage us

Which is why

The curious case of Primly Drive

Fascinates Black Winter residents

On this drive sits a theater

It goes by the name Fates Fantasy

In this theater the power of immortality

…Of a sort…

One who’s lost all hope

Or is strong in the belief

Their fate will be much better

May visit this place

Taking a chance on being chosen

To live a never ending

Happy eternity

For it is here

That the owner sits

She goes by the name Fate

She is a high class woman

Who makes a simple claim…

She only wishes to give souls

A chance at a happier existence

Depending on the soul

This could be true

It could even happen to you!

Curious to know the process?

Well if you wish to go for a show

Simply pay for a ticket


If you’re here for a chance at a better existence

Then make an appointment with Fate

You’ll be brought to a room

Where you’ll speak to her personally…

First you will be asked a series of questions

Pertaining to your existence


Fate uses magic

To put your soul into a film

Another world completely


This also means you die

If you are still among the living

Also, one should note

If it is deemed the entrant is undeserving

They will be cast into a darker part of this

Film world

Forced to live a different form of death

Each film


The parameters for the decision?

These are not entirely known


If you’ve come to Primly Drive

Seeking this way out

Instead of simply to see a show

You are likely among the desperate


The extremely confident


For once put into film

In time,

The projector itself

Makes new films

Starring the souls inside

…This continues endlessly…

Depending upon a souls fate

This could be eternal bliss

Or possibly

Never ending suffering

Some have been cast into horror films

Doomed to die again & again

Others are the stars

Of much happier tales

Blessed to live happily

…Forever more…



If you wish to take a chance

On a form of escape

Take a stroll

To Primly Drive

Make an appointment first

Then when it is time

Knock on Fate’s door

Once let in

She’ll ask you of your existence

Be honest,

Whether you were a kind soul

Or someone full of hate

By the time you enter for an appointment

It’s too late to escape

You can only hope

That honesty might sway the decision

Of where you wind up ultimately…

For sometimes a thief

Can wind up in happiness

Forgiven for their sins

Other times…

A Saint

Left in eternal despair

Simply based on a seemingly harmless lie

About the state of their lives…

Though this is a means of escape

Regardless of your fate

You should take heed

It’s basically trading your soul

To live in another world


There’s a chance

A gamble like this

Can burn you in the end

Then again

If things go well

You could have the happiest eternity

Starring in your own cheery series of films

Watched & cheered endlessly by many of

Black Winters residents!

So what do you say

Do you wish

To take a chance


-Fates Fantasy-

Entry 259: This Is Only The Beginning

They wanted to be found

There was nothing we could do

Perhaps, never doing the deed

But, we already had

Living it up in the hotel room one night

I, a family man

My friends a criminal past

First came a knocking at the door

Then a laugh

The next thing I knew

I had a gun in my hand

A pull of the trigger

A choice that haunts me to this day

I shot a man dead

For what reason?

I don’t believe I can blame it on drink

The strangest thing was I didn’t feel bad at all

There wasn’t a rush like I’d expected

It was strange

I’d made a choice

Almost on a whim

I’d shot a man

Someone I never knew

For seemingly no reason

Other than I was asked to

We drug the body in

Cleaned up outside blood

Wrapped it in a sheet and blanket

Rolling the body out the window

A buddy of mine had made a call

Someone was already waiting

Finishing the preperations

Soon enough

They were gone

Yes, long gone

Into the bottom of the ocean

They’d never be a problem again

I thought

No reason to feel guilty

A strange feeling occurred to me

A man of religion

The question took right then

Would I be granted entry to Heaven

Upon death?

Could I possibly be given forgiveness for my sins

Regardless of whether this dark secret

Was ever uncovered?

I went on with my night

Watching the beach

Then the strangest thing happened

It was as though reality blinked

Suddenly, amidst the other tourists

There you were

Your blood soaked body bag

Somehow pushed back on the beach

From the ocean!

Had the weights fallen off?

It seemed so

I calmly picked you up and redressed you

Your hands, your feet


They were starting to show!

I was getting odd looks

My friends saw this

We all created a silly distraction

No one had come close enough to see the truth

A body was what I held

Scurrying away

I took a swim

Laughing all the way

Eventually I buried you again

I made sure this time would be the last

I’d never see or hear from you again

A little of the blood had leaked onto the sand

I covered it up

Ironically saying a silent prayer

Before moving on again

We had some more drinks

Went on with our lives

A few days later we saw the sack again



A child poked the back

Ran to his mother

We hopped out of the window

Scurrying to recover you

The strangest thing happened

I picked up the sack

You were far more decomposed

In fact you were almost non existent

Your blood however…

It looked quite fresh

I scurried to the other room

With your bloody sack

Blood had leaked but, my friends cleaned what they could

We were lucky once again

As though the guests were suspicious

No one seemed to have realized what was actually going on

The kid didn’t realize, there was a body

Or at least most of it’s blood within

It was Halloween weekend though

So perhaps he thought it a prop.

A few days went by

The heat was low

We made our move

Borrowing a car for taking tours

We drove passengers all day

Waiting for the right moment to get away

Eventually we found one

Burying your remains quite far away

In a place no one would look

A forest no one would find you

I finally believed once & for all

We were done with you


To my shock & dismay

Upon returning to the beach

Planning to grab another drink

Suddenly there was your sack

Bloody as can be

Your body parts

Somehow rematerializing

All the police number tabs

You usually see

At a crime scene

All the blood we cleaned

Suddenly had come back again

I kept walking

Having not been stopped just yet

However, as I approached my room

My friends soon followed

One even offered to take the fall

Keep me free

In the end I ultimately decided

It’d make no difference if he did

The blood was on my hands

I’d never escape that reality

So it was, when the police had come

I’d decided to take the blame

For all the crimes that had happened

The other two had no clue I said

I fabricated a story

To help them out of things

I ultimately payed

A life sentence

Something I suspect wouldn’t have happened

If it weren’t for your influence

No doubt still torturing me from the grave

Until today…

The day I lay on my death bed

I hope you know that crime never pays well

As I breath my last breaths I hear your voice


-This Is Only The Beginning-

Entry 258: The Ocean Of Souls: They Beckon

Deep in the depths

Far below

Lurks an insanity

That will grip your soul


The souls of the drowned dead

Speak of suffering

Whispers come to the ears

Of those who sail the waters

Sometimes coercing them in

Or gripping them as they dive for treasure

A diver once dove into The Ocean Of Souls

Never coming out again

On the comms all that was heard was laughter

The man speaking happily

Of a love long lost

The family he once had

Their voices echoed deep from within the depths

Though it couldn’t possibly have been them

The diver took off his gear

Then the comm feed went dead

Never was the diver heard from

Or seen


A sea captain once swore

He heard the call of his dead kid

Even swearing he’d seen angels dancing

On the black waters of the ocean

No way he said…

That isn’t right

I’ll not be falling for the tricks of this place

No doubt those angels I see

Are devils in wait

I’ve heard too many things

I’ve seen so much myself

I didn’t survive this long

Just to be tricked into death

No sir, not me

You can’t trust this ocean

A week later he went out

Late at night there was a great scream

Something completely inhuman!

The skies turned red

The very human screams of torment

Echoed like thunder

Right behind this!

The captain

As well as

His ship

Were never heard from again

Many believe whatever happened on the waters that night

Is likely the reason for his disappearance

The Ocean Of Souls is home

To an infinite number of mysteries & legends


In fact

It is said

Something lurks deep within

Supposedly the size of 15 oceans!

That is a tale for another time

I must go

Should I return from my next venture out

I’ll have more tales to tell ya!

Cpt. Ryker never lies!

I’ve been around a time or two

Till next time

Be careful out on those waters

May your God be with you!

-The Ocean Of Souls: They Beckon-

Entry 257: Mr. Joy

He smiles when he sees you

Most of all when you’re alone

He likes it when you’re sleeping

He loves it when you’re home

A place as familiar to him

As it is to you

Away from the prying eyes

As he ogles you

You’ll never see him

Even when he stands over your bed

Often while you’re sleeping

He examines you

His eyes on your skin

Very much like glue

Smiling, he slowly takes from you

For it isn’t the carnal he wants

…At least  not yet…

Even though he thinks you pretty

It’s the soul he wants

As he slowly drains it from you


He knows he’ll have his fun

Long after you are his

Eyeing you

Lusting for you


You’ll soon be his

Male or female

It matters not

He only cares that your soul is his


You’ll hear his laughter

As you sleep

If you do, it’s likely too late for you

He’ll snicker

He’ll smile

He’ll watch you for a while

You’ll never see him there

Even as he’s breathing on you

Sometimes tugging at your sheets

Feeling you as he feeds

All in preparation of finally having you

Your soul, his, entirely

As you are drained

Night after night

You’ll start to feel tired

Even in your waking life

This fatigue will go unexplained

No medical examination can help you understand

You’re dying

In the truest sense


Your soul will be his

Once dead he’ll move on to his next victim

Your cause of death will seem natural enough

Too much stress

Or something similar

He’ll have you

You’ll finally see him

The terror filled dread

Will overtake you

His smile is something that will scare

Even the most hardened of souls

He’ll stalk his next victim

Feed on them too

When he isn’t doing that though

He’ll be tending to you

All his victims have a special place

Deep within his abode

He tortures them

Sexually destroys them

Whatever he feels at the time

So beware

If you ever feel that stare late at night

Leave your home

Buy yourself a little time

Find a way to exorcise him before it’s too late

Hide in a church

If you’re lucky

You’ll be somewhat safe

Though don’t count on it being permanently


You exorcise this demon while you still have a chance

Your soul will be his


A wicked smile

A happy laugh

Extreme fatigue

If you sense or feel these things

…It’s too late…

…He already has you…

-Mr Joy-

Entry 256: I Still Hear You Laughing

I hear you

Cackling within my mind

Whispering to me

Never far behind

In my dreams

When I wake

Always there

Always tormenting me

The nights are long for most

Here, they are never ending

I have no idea what you want

From whence you came

I imagine Hell

Though I’ll never understand

Why you are always laughing?

I only ever hear the laugh

A dark laughter indeed

I never see your face

You’re forever a mystery to me

It’s unnerving at best

Down right disturbing at worst

Sometimes I wake in the manor at night

Sometime I find things

No doubt things you’ve left behind

Like the dead cat outside of my room

The mutilated children’s bodies

What have I done to deserve the unease?

Why all the dead bodies?

Even now, a chill constantly runs through the air

In this house

It’s always freezing!


I tried to leave


I always wound up in the same place

Always at the manor door

Always 2:20 a.m.

Never does time pass


Things within are always changing

For the worse, I might add!

Sometimes I try a door

One that wasn’t there before

The next thing I know, I’m lost!

Sometimes I can hear an unknown groaning




I haven’t had a proper visitor…

One among the living that is

In so long…

I’ve honestly considered I might be dead

Is it true?

Is this Hell?

Did you take me an eternity ago?

Perhaps during the few times I did sleep

The nightmares in which you’d constantly hound me!

Somehow you wound up here

In this estate

Somehow, everything changed.

I have not seen the sunlight in ages

I walk by candlelight

Some nights I visit your sick machinations!

I wander the halls

Where you left all those bodies hanging!

What is it you want?

Who are you?!

I’ve given up trying to escape

I just hoped

One night

You’d show me the way

Provide me with Death

Give me the answers I seek!


I suppose that’s too much to ask

I should check the door

No doubt the knocking I hear

Is some new horror

You’ve left me

Maybe this time

I’ll be able to die?

I haven’t eaten in ages

Yet, I don’t seem to crave food

What gypsy’s curse

Have you put upon me?

Opening the door

There sits

Empty bottles of alcohol

I don’t understand

I’m tired of your games

I think I’ll hang myself now!

I put the noose around my neck

Dropping from the bannister

7 stories down



I find


I loosen the noose

Put my feet to the ground

I see only darkness

In the shadows

You hide

I’m still trapped

Here inside

I give up

I don’t understand

…In my mind however…

-I Still Hear You Laughing-