Entry 269: 14-9-7-8-20-13-1-18-5

You’ve awoken

How do you feel?

Is the world a beautiful place?

Is it even real?

No doubt you’d like to stand on your beliefs

No doubt you are thinking, where could I possibly be?

I have the answers you seek

Even those you don’t realize, you need

In order to learn the truth

I require a simple sacrifice from you…


Two holograms of two earths stand before your sight

Choose one…

Left or Right?



Entry 268: BWL&L: The Flower

In a place so dark & grey

Lay a plant for which never decays

A flower of the reddest red

Stands tall in a land that is the deadest of the dead

The ruins where once stood a castle stood

Now is home to a beautiful flower

Any who’ve tried to pluck it wound up dead


Or something on events of a somewhat similar thread

A curiosity to be sure

Seeing as it rains here constantly

Rarely is there a ray of sun to be had

Perplexed are souls who pass by it

Furthermore the land it stands on is haunted

In many ways, by twisted things

All around this flower

Spirits of the dead scream

The purpose of the flower?

No one knows

Many believe it could be the key to immortality

If someone were to know the proper spell

Alas these are legends ever old

That from generation to generation have been told

Nothing about this flower is truly known

Save for the fact

It is a thing of beauty

In the midst of a land

That breeds only Death

-The Flower-



Entry 267: We Who Feast

*Heavy Breathing*

There you sit at the edge of your bed

Trying to sleep

Imagination bringing you dread

Wondering what’s that noise you hear?

Calling your Mom

Only for her to find nothing at all

Checking the closets

Under your bed

Still I sit here breathing

Practically tasting your dread

Your Mother won’t see me

Your Dad will have no clue

No one will ever figure out what happened to you!

One morning they’ll come in

You’ll be gone

They’ll call the police

Everyone will get what happened wrong

You’ll be a missing case

Forever unsolved…

*Heavier Breathing*

What was that sound at your window?

Perhaps it was just a tree?

That shadow, surely isn’t me?

The low thumping of your bed

It was nothing

Just the house shifting

The wet feeling you feel on your face

Surely isn’t me salivating


*Extremely Heavy Breathing*

Can you feel it?

I’m breathing on you

The tears in your eyes

Showing the fear welling up in you!

This is it

Now is the time

The moment where all your nightmares

Come alive!

All those tales about how monsters aren’t real

Soon you’ll see…


*Muffled screams*

*Heavier Breathing*



Licking your face

You are already tasting great!

Mmm…I love the taste of helpless suffering!

Such a nice meal for me

Time to whisk you away

Using your own bed sheets!


…They’ll never know your suffering…

They’ll never learn the truth

They’ll never know the identity of

…The ones who ate you…

-We Who Feast-

Entry 266: Grandma’s Pie

My old bones work hard

Retired though I may be

I make the best pies

In all of town,

You see?

My grand kids are so sweet

Always trying out all my new recipes

It’s nice to have that family time

Rare since the advent of technology…

My sweet little dears don’t care

At Grandma’s they have no reason

For technology

They say

Grandma, bake us a pie please

We want some of those tasty treats

These old bones go downstairs

Grab the meat & start to prepare

I tell my little grandchildren to stay out

No interrupting ol’ grandma’s process

If you want the best pie in all of town

You need to put those old bones to work

You need to make them grind

Doesn’t have to be your bones you see?

Simply need some of the sediment for the pies themself

Another great thing to have

A sound proof prepping lab

These pies can scream like you’ve never heard

Saying the most horrid things

“I have a family!”

“I won’t say anything!”



It’s funny to believe the words said

They are pies as far as I’m concerned

You can’t believe they create real speech

No, that’s a trick of the heat

As they cook in the old oven

What’s that sound I hear?

Turning around I see my granddaughter…

Oh dear

What have we here?

She looks a tad shocked!

Oh well…I suppose it would happen eventually

Going back up stairs after prepping one last pie

My grandson says my pies are extra delicious!

He asks where his sister is

I tell him

…She’s feeling a bit sick…

In a few days time, he’ll accept the story of her sudden sickness

Her unfortunate death

If not, he’ll taste quite delicious

Just like his sister

His Mom

& also

…Dear old Dad…

-Grandma’s Pie-

Entry 265: In The Depths

In the depths far down below

I hear you screaming

Each night, deeper I go

Still you continue pleading

Wishing for hope

I cannot give

The lower I go

The colder it gets

The other night I felt ice upon my face

Still, deeper I went

Your screams grew louder

I lost more of a grip


My reality

For the closer I get to your final resting place

The sadder I feel internally

For I was the one

Responsible for your fate

Every night diving deeper into this place

I search for an escape

Tonight I dive even further down

The ice is even colder now

I see you there

I pray for change

Knowing it will change nothing

I push even further still

You cold glassy eyes

Stare me in my face

I think to myself

Surely I’ll die this time

Maybe I’ll gain an even worse fate

Then, just as we are about to meet

I awake

The knowledge in my head

That it’s my fault you’re dead

Last night

I swam again

Into that dark place

The one which sealed your fate

It’s the only place I dream of now

Sadly though…

I’ve started the swim over

You’re always so close

I just wish to say sorry

I didn’t mean to run you off the bridge

Nor did I anticipate

Such regret

This is the way it is

Your dead

Clearly in unending pain

I suffer eternal grief

Maybe one day I can find a way

To make right

My mistakes

Another night is upon me now

As my eyes grow dreary

I prepare another dive

…Deep down…

-In The Depths-

A (Pre) Christmas Message To All

Hey you lovely souls! I just wanted to let you know I’m going to be away on holiday very soon & that the blog will be returning (Mon-Friday scheduling) Jan. 8th. I had originally intended to keep the blog going until the 22nd but, I’m overwhelmed with quite a many projects & decided I’d stop for the year a little early.

If you don’t know, I have Youtube Page, the blog, I write for several yt pages, & am a Dad on top of every day adulting so, I’m fairly busy & it took a bit to figure out how to balance everything this year & that’s mostly why I basically fell off the earth in terms of commenting.

Enough of that though…

I wanted to take a moment to give a heart felt thank you to every one of you for reading all the creepy & weird shit that pops up on my blog. I already have several entries lined up to kick off the new year come the 8th & beyond. I’ve been very lucky to have the audience I do & I’m grateful to all of you for reading.

Whether you love what I write, hate it or are somewhere in between, I’m grateful that you’ve taken any time to read anything I’ve written here on this blog. I wanted to say, this blog & you all in many ways, have saved my sanity.

A lot has happened over the past year & I’ve been blessed in being able to do what I love most. I will never have the words to be able to say how much you all mean to me. You all were the start of everything in many ways.

I’ve been writing most of my life but, I would never have wound up doing things like YT or writing for the other souls I’ve written for/am writing for today if it weren’t for you all. I mean, when I started this blog, I just thought, I’ll write quietly in my own little corner of the internet and just do my thing.

I never expected anyone to read anything I wrote, or even like it. It’s not that I lacked confidence, I just know a lot of my material is generally not for every soul so to speak. It’s very dark & I don’t believe in censoring what I write. I’m beyond grateful to have found that some of you out there enjoy reading it.

I’m grateful for you all!

I’m truly blessed & will never be able to thank you all enough for being kind enough to read anything I write. I am forever humbled by it & BEYOND GRATEFUL for the kindness you all have shown me since beginning this blog.

It’s been a long road but, you can bet, (so long as there is still breath in my lungs) I will continue to write. I’m excited to write, I LOVE IT! It kills me inside not to write. I don’t feel whole if I’m not writing (which you can bet means I’ll be writing things over the holiday in anticipation of a new year on the blog).

I look forward to the future, to sharing the innumerable mysteries, stories & legends that haunt the town of Black Winter.


I will be eternally grateful to you all. πŸ™‚

Have a very safe & amazing holiday season & an extremely MERRY CHRISTMAS with an even happier NEW YEAR!



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-