Sunday, June 26, 2016

Cyberbullies and Men with Small.....Feet

cy·ber·bul·ly·ing
/sībərˈbo͝olēiNG/
noun
  1. the use of electronic communication to bully a person, typically by sending messages of an intimidating or threatening nature.


The Cyberbully


I had been wondering for days now how I would write a blog such as this.  I could've done the same thing I suppose like most writers or journalists that had come before me that write for the national papers or major magazines.  That being actually go and talk to some experts from my area on cyber-bullying and see what their opinion on the subject actually is but I decided to try a different approach when writing this blog article.  I'd write this article reflecting from my own personal experiences with such beasts that exist only in the realm of the cyber dimension we known so fondly as the Internet or as it is colloquially known as, "The World Wide Web."  

I'm sure that most of you reading this has dealt with a bully or two in your time and I'm even sure that most of you are adept at tuning most of these pieces of sewer scum out.  Honestly I couldn't be more happier for you!  As cliched as it is to say, my hat's off to you for being able to resist the overwhelming urge to fight back with them online.  I on the other hand unfortunately, I do not have that strength of resolve nor or character I suppose.  And there's a very simple explanation for that which I will get into.  My entire life has been one basic bullying event after another.  

First there was the abuse by my father (physical not sexual).  He didn't know how far to take physical whippings sometimes.  Then there was the predation by my older cousin for a period of six years, beginning at the age of ten lasting until I was sixteen.  By that point my self-esteem was so low and when I was in high-school I was putting up with all sorts of bullying left and right, that I was practically in the high school counselor's office left and right all the time crying my eyes out.  I just never could for whatever reason gather up the strength of character to come out and say, "HERE'S WHAT'S GOING ON IN MY LIFE. CAN YOU HELP ME?!!!"

I discovered the world of the internet when I was nineteen years old.  It was the spring of 1998.  My adoptive mother had just passed away, my father and his lawyer had managed to somehow convince me to sign a document without reading it first, thus unbeknownst to me, I had signed away some mineral rights possibly worth somewhere in the realm of thousands of dollars that had been left to me by my mother which of course had been passed down by my great-grandfather.  At that time I had just revealed to my stepfather that I thought I might be gay or bisexual.  I wasn't yet ready to admit I might be gay because in high school I was constantly teased and harassed into tears over it and I didn't even known what it meant.  My father cheated me out of my mineral rights then kicked me out.  He claimed in a back-door letter to my grandfather it was because I was a bad child growing up that's why he was getting rid of me.  

Regardless, I was out and living with my grandfather in Baton Rouge, Louisiana when I first discovered the power of the internet.  A new place for someone such as myself who had been bullied all his life to hide in safety.  On the internet I could be whomever I wanted to be like most people and not worry about being picked on(or so I thought) or anything of the such.  It was also a new place I'd learn over the next few years how the bullies were lurking there also, lying in wait like a highly dangerous apex predator.

Your typical cyberbully or sometimes by the other nickname they are known as, "Keyboard Warrior" will utilize many tactics or methods in their attempt to unseat you and take you down.  Be prepared for a no-holds barred struggle to the death as no comments are off limits to these warriors of the internet!  You will encounter some of the most foul, obnoxious language ever known to man, not to mention some of the most uncouth like behavior exhibited by a person online as they attempt to bring you down.  The old saying goes, "Don't argue with idiots because they will only drag you down to their level, and then beat you with experience."  The saying does ring true for the most part.  If you go into any chat room, online discussion forums, and even the online gaming communities they are all pretty much the same.  There is always a handful out of the crowd usually that seem to thrive on seeing who they can intentionally set off.  

The real question I ponder to myself is that I don't think no one has been able to successfully answer for me is why they actually do it.  Has anyone actually interviewed one of these cyberbullies and asked them why they do it?  Why they live to torment others online?  You take for example the term swatting.  No I don't mean hitting a bug and killing it.  

What I mean by the term Swatting is using electronic means to make emergency services think a crime is being committed somewhere else so they respond with maximum force.  See the link at the bottom of this article that describes in great detail to what I am referring.  Should you not read the article I'll give you a brief highlight.  A fifteen year-old kid from Louisiana got pissed he kept getting beat at Battlefield 4 so he called in a fake hostage situation to his rival in the game and the rival's father was shot.  He is now serving 25-life under the Patriot act for two counts of Domestic Terrorism.  Basically what he did was a form of cyberbullying only I don't believe he ever anticipated things turning out the way they did.  Now he has 25 years to think about it.  

There are other methods they use as well these bottom filling cretins or basement dwellers.  Sometimes you will run into a really noteworthy foe and he'll be quite adept at using the computer.  He might even be able to find out your personal information as what's happened to me years ago.  I honestly don't know how they do it but they do.  That's just how they work.  

Now there are those experts out there that say, "Oh no don't respond to them, they'll go away if you don't talk back to them" or they say "Don't feed the trolls."  The problem is though I've noticed that when you ignore them they just amp up the methods/tactics they use.  For someone like me who has been through so much my entire life, at one point I decided years ago enough was enough! I wasn't going to take anymore and I was going to start fighting back by using the only skills I have and that's my ability to mouth off and right back at them.  I know deep down that's simply throwing gas onto an open flame but eh?

Bullies


The part that bothers me most about cyberbullying and bullying in general is when I see someone younger that has chosen to take their life whether it's from being bullied over the internet or from their peers at school.  And usually it's the same old story.  They kill themselves or they snap and go on a shooting rampage because they couldn't take anymore.  Please don't misconstrue what I am saying here.  By no means am I saying what has happened over the last twenty years regarding school or workplace shootings is an acceptable manner in dealing with bullies. IT MOST CERTAINLY IS NOT!!!  I am simply saying I understand the actions some of these few mentally ill chose to take because I was bullied so much in school.  

People in their lives will say the standard phrases, "Grow some balls!"  Or they'll say things like, "Grow up and deal with it!"  "Let it roll off your back!"  "Grow a thicker skin!" "What a whiny faggot!" Well not everyone has that kinda constitution.  The only reason why people say this is because they don't want to deal with the issue at hand: people getting bullied and the fact that it is a problem that is growing way out of proportion.  It's a problem that does need to be dealt with and it can only be dealt with by talking about it.  Speaking to the newer generations as they come along will only ensure they learn what the term "EQUALITY" truly means.    

Honestly? Most likely the only saving grace I had in high school that kept me from killing myself in high school, or doing something terrible to myself was this therapist I had who kept me somewhat grounded.   If I had to do high school over again I'd drop out honestly.  I wouldn't make it with today's kids.  They are mean, nasty and all around shitheads to each other and they live for making one another miserable.  It's almost like a contest to see who can find the weakest of group and quickly destroy themselves.  You know what else does that?  A pack of wild animals does that.  With their pack mentality they quickly weed out the weaker, less capable homosapiens.

One thing I was hesitant to mention about and it's a quite dreadful personality trait.  It's one I despise in myself.  It's something these cyberbullies do and something I loathe completely.  Sometimes the bully will get you so upset that it will make you say things you wouldn't normally say.  Case in point?  I was upset awhile back by this bully who I won't reveal his/her name for their privacy.  It wouldn't matter anyway because they would just change their name.  They got me so upset to the point where I stated basically for the intellectually inferior little person they were should just do the world a favor.  They should free up the earth from the valuable real estate they were taking up and release the valuable oxygen they were stealing from others who could ACTUALLY contribute a positive impact on society rather than bullying others.

Yes I told the bully; my bully that he/she/it to kill themselves.  I'd never gotten that upset with anyone since I last played that silly game called World of Warcraft.  Of course on there I was told constantly I should kill myself.  I then immediately apologized because with the type of conscience I have I would not feel right knowing if something had happened to this person, bully or not I couldn't sleep at night.  I still get harassed in this chat room on a daily basis and called all sorts of horrible names.  Most of the time I don't let it get to me.  Most of the time.  Other times I simply can't help it and it certainly doesn't help matters that I suffer from bi-polar disorder.  Whether or not some of these cyber-losers know I suffer from it is irrelevant. 

Men with small...feet


The title of this heading is "Men with small feet" namely because I didn't feel it would be appropriate to put cock, dick, penis in the title for a blog since I would be linking it to my Facebook page or my Twitter, and Google+ account.  You get the jist of it I think from reading through this blog posting.  Most of the type of cyberbullies you may encounter are most likely men (and some women who wish they had a penis) who are suffering from short man syndrome.  And like their real-world counterparts, on the internet they have to compensate by acting big and badass.  In the real-world these same douchebags buy these big trucks with huge tires and you just know deep down in your heart they're compensating for something.  

The same as I said goes with these creeps on the internet in these chat rooms and the discussion panels.  The gaming communities such as Activision's famed Call of Duty where if you're unfortunate enough to be playing online and since you'd be playing that horror of a game then you'd most likely have a headset so you will then hear twelve year-old boys call you a plethora of names that even God wouldn't mutter and then talk about how they would fuck your mother until she split in half!  Which is why in my infinite wisdom I do not play Call of Duty and I never have and I never will!

Keyboard Warriors  


The term keyboard warriors is technically the same thing as cyberbullies.  They sit behind their computers and they are quite adept at talking with their keyboard.  They can pump out hurtful and quite damning comments faster than Dunkin Donuts can pump out those Bostom Creme!   
These cyberbullies whether it be my bullies or your bullies, they are in fact wastes of skin, wastes of time and energy.  They don't deserve any more time than we are willing to give them.  And to any parents who might read this.  They certainly are NOT worth our children's lives.  

Closing


So if you have a child who is being victimized whether at school or through the computer, please step in and put a stop to it immediately.  I know from my own research that several states across the country are enacting cyberbullying laws.  So before too much longer, these cretins won't be able to say it's a victimless crime when they're being led away in handcuffs to a prison for a felony.  

I hope you enjoyed reading my post and I thank you for taking the time to read it all the way through if you did.  Please send me feedback through the contact form.  Also while you are viewing my blog please take the time to read any of my previous posts which includes samples from stories I have written.  At the bottom of this posting I will post some links to organizations that I think will help should you or anyone you know need help with bullying.  I'll also include links to the National Mental Health website.   

Thanks!

Edward Alex Lively

No More 

Joyful Heart Foundation   

Pacer 

NIMH

Swatting

      

    


Sunday, June 12, 2016

Dan The Bus Driver

It was a typical day in Tejas, Texas during the month of September.  The leaves were transitioning from their spring color to the fall and dropping from the branches of the trees. Many birds both small and large were flittering all about singing different songs as some were packing their bags to head south for the winter season.  Classes in Tejas had started back for the fall semester right on schedule.  Most of the hoopla surrounding the federal criminal investigation by the Department of Justice into Chief Paul Bick and other city officials over the previous year had finally come to a conclusion with no arrests ever being made.  Once more accusations of corruption at the highest level, were levied at Chief Bick by the investigative reporters at Channel Three Action News.

The large lengthy yellow metallic animals otherwise known as school buses could be seen ferrying students all around town picking students up in the morning, and then dropping them off at their homes in the afternoon.  Most of the bus drivers for the Tejas Independent school system were of the average middle- age.  Most of the drivers being middle-aged were in their mid-forties to early fifties.  With one exception.  That being Dan Moren.  He was the oldest bus driver currently working for the Tejas school district.  Dan was in his late sixties, but oddly enough to everyone else he didn’t look a day over forty-one and that was despite having a somewhat chubby body himself Dan didn’t have a single wrinkle visible anywhere on his face.  Dan was constantly asked by many of the chubby female drivers what the ultimate secret to his youth was.  After being asked repeatedly what his secret was, he claimed to not have a secret at all.  He attributed his eternal youthfulness to mostly eating right, exercising whenever he could and in general just plain taking as good a care of himself as he could. 

However, not everyone was totally convinced Dan was being completely honest or as forthcoming about how he was able to maintain his mildly youthful looking appearance despite his actual age.  Miss Louise Crow; one of the senior bus drivers who’d been driving for the school district for over thirty years, and now in her late fifties felt that there was quite more to Dan than what was visible on the surface.  Every time Louise was around Dan in the bus barn area she would get an uneasy vibe.  [The bus barn was the place where the buses were maintained and then where the bus drivers would initially retrieve their bus].  To Louise it felt like some kind of dark emanation was literally and physically coming from him.  Almost like an ocean wave was hitting her as soon as she would pass by him.  Her skin would literally get goosebumps anytime she interacted with him and she just never could really explain the feelings she would get.  

What made her even more suspicious of Dan was the fact that he never came to any of the school sponsored events when they were held, such as school fundraising events like the yearly carnivals.  Louise would’ve thought that Dan being a school employee would’ve wanted to help support his place of work.  It wasn’t mandatory that he showed up, but she just thought it was odd that most of the other employees usually showed up except for him.    Dan she noticed also seemed to be quite the private person more than every other employee as on several occasions Louise attempted to engage him in low-key casual conversation whenever she would see him out and about in the community.  Eventually the time would finally come Louise noticed that when she encountered Dan, he simply turned and walked away rather than risk engaging her.    

At the present time it was the month of October.  Two years or more almost after the Santa Claus murders had mysteriously ended.  A small group of parents were at the school’s yearly Halloween carnival speaking with a few faculty members while their children engaged in their usual fun filled activities.  While they were talking, the subject of Dan Moren came up.  Well it wasn’t brought up by accident actually.  Louise Crow brought the subject up intentionally.  She tended to be known as the town or school gossip.  Some of the older parents when they were asked, they claimed to know almost virtually nothing about Mr. Moren or where he was from.  They could only answer that he seemed to have worked for the school since the very beginning of time.  

“Well you certainly couldn’t tell by his looks.”  The mother of one fourth grader remarked.  “He seems to have found the fountain of youth and he must’ve got it all bottled up.”  

The mother of the fourth grader in question was Melinda Davis.  She was a short portly older woman in her mid-fifties with shoulder length dirty blonde hair with thick curls and green eyes.  She was dressed conservatively like most people her age. It was a fact she was especially proud of considering she went to church regularly.  She also prided herself on keeping up that clean and stuffy appearance as it wouldn’t serve her or the community any good if they knew she was screwing the head off of the head preacher of the First Baptist of Tejas.  He was a married man after all, and for that matter so was Melinda Davis.  For the last ten years she had served with overwhelming distinction on the PTA of the Tejas school district.  Her husband Edgar Davis owned a Mexican food restaurant out by the mall and Eastex Freeway.  Together Melinda and Edgar had just one daughter named Martha after Melinda’s own grandmother.  So a scandal would not be in Melinda’s best interests.    

Then there was Tim and Debbie Clarke who had recently moved to Tejas from Liberty which was a small community just outside of Houston.  Together the Clarkes’ had a set of twin boys around the age of eight.  Tim was in his mid -fifties with a slim build, grey thinning hair on an oval like somewhat slim head with little beady grey eyes.  Debbie was much slimmer than her husband, but that was because she went to one of those commercialized gyms five days a week.  Regardless of her workout regimen, she still had a pleasantly looking chubby cheeked face with grey-ash hair shortened to her shoulders with thick curls and she had hazel eyes.  Her husband Tim was the manager at a local car Ford dealership and Debbie worked at a large law firm that dealt specifically in the area of criminal matters.

The other set of parents was a redneck couple by the names of Robin and Rooster Farnsworth from nearby Lumberton which was a small town like Liberty.  Robin Farnsworth was the manager of a Sonic fast-food restaurant in Lumberton while her husband Rooster was the manager of the only AutoZone in Lumberton.  Robin and Rooster were both in their late forties and together they shared only one child; a young boy around the age of nine by the name of Lucas.  Robin was much shorter than her husband standing at only four feet with a plumper figure than most of the others in the group.  She had shortened red-orange hair that was cutoff just above her neckline in thick curls with green eyes, freckles all over her fat face, and her skin was so pale it was almost vampire like.  She was so pale because she avoided going outside if she could help it, but she didn’t have any choice in the matter today as her kid had begged and begged her to bring him to the carnival.  Her husband 

Rooster was your typical redneck hillbilly, complete with the big barrel of a beer belly and all.  Rooster was even missing a few teeth and had a huge wad of tobacco stuffed into the inside of his right cheek.  At first glance at his puffed out cheek, one would think he was a human squirrel with his cheek stretched out like it was.  That was if one didn’t know he had a wad of nasty tobacco stuffed in there.  Of everyone standing around in the small group, Robin and her husband were the most poorly dressed; wearing only plain white t-shirts and faded blue jeans with cowboy boots.  They weren’t even wearing clean clothing for that matter.  Their t-shirts and jeans looked heavily stained as if they had been rolling around in the dirt which gave the impression that they must not wash clothes that often. The other parents however were dressed to the nines in decent clothing, even though it was a children’s carnival. 

There were other parents walking around the carnival nearby with their children, but it was with this particular group of parents that Louise Crow, along with another bus driver by the name of Estelle Bernard (also in her late fifties), and then a teacher by the name of Leslie Carter were busy gossiping about Dan Moren.  The small group was standing near a dunking booth that had the of the elementary school principal sitting inside waiting for some of the kids to come up and toss softballs at a metallic target, which would then of course dunk him into a large tank of icy cold water.  At least it should’ve been cool water but with the Texas humidity, most likely the water would be lukewarm at best if not warmer.  Outside the dunking booth, Louise Crow stood dressed in a sky blue t-shirt and jeans with white tennis shoes.  Louise had red hair with some silver streaks which at the moment was fixed up high in a nice curled perm.  Dangling from both ears were these large fake gold loops.  She was wearing her makeup as she liked to look nice wherever she went.  Louise had a husband but he was in the military and at the moment he was serving his monthly weekend in Houston.  In front of Louise stood the parents she was speaking with, and then to her right stood the other bus driver Estelle, and then of course to the left of Estelle stood the teacher Leslie Carter.    

Louise watched as a little black haired girl and red-headed boy both stepped up to the dunking booth with their parents at their side.  She smiled at them giving both kids a small friendly wave and then waving at their parents.  She wished the kids “good luck” as the two kids stepped up and began to throw softball after softball trying to hit the large red metal target in front of the dunking booth.  Inside the dunking booth the principal who was sitting on a wooden red bench laughed pointing at the kids telling them, “you'll never dunk me!”  It only seemed to make the kids wanna try that much harder.  Louise laughed as the little girl and boy together managed to throw two final softballs thus hitting the target.  The elementary principal lost his seat and was plunged into the tank of water.  Once that was done Louise turned back to the parents and the other two faculty members standing there in front of her. 

“So as I was saying......every time I see Dan, I’ve tried to invite him to these little fundraisers, or anything we have here but he continues to either avoid me altogether, or when he does finally speak to me then he says he has no interest whatsoever in consorting with us. He’s so weird!”  Melinda nodded her head.  “That’s interesting that you mention that Louise.  You see I was at Kroger’s just last week, and when I saw him well I waved at him. And you’ll never guess what he did.”  “What did he do?” Estelle asked. Melinda looked over at Estelle with a disappointing look.

“Well he made a scowling, evil face at me for whatever reason. I tried to think of whatever I could’ve done to piss him off but I just couldn’t.”  Melinda said with a frown and a simple shake of her head.  Louise wondered aloud.  “I wonder why would he act that way? Melinda he’s gotta know you’re on the PTA.”  Louise shifted the position she was standing in so her hands were on her slim hips.  “I mean c’mon now! He’s gotta know if he gets on your bad side you can get him fired!” Louise said.  Melinda shook her head at Louise.  “I don’t know honestly.  It was just the weirdest encounter out in public with anyone is all I can say and I can usually get along with anybody.  I was just trying to be friendly with him.”  “Maybe he’s one of them gays or something and doesn’t want anyone to know!” Robin said trying to offer an explanation for Dan’s odd behavior.  Estelle shook her head wildly.  “No, no I don’t think that’s it at all!  You can usually tell if a man’s gay or not.”  Estelle gave a smile showing a full spread showing off the false teeth she recently got.  Estelle was proud of her new set of teeth so she tried to show them off as much as she possibly could.  Tim Clarke asked Estelle how she knew for certain.  So Estelle went about and offered her explanation of how a person could tell.  “Well you know, there’s the little signs. You know what I’m talking about right?” Estelle said pointing over at Rooster who was standing next to his wife.  He nodded back at her knowing to whom she was referring.   “Yeah Louise she’s right! If a man doesn’t ever drink beer, socialize with other men, or he only socializes with women and he never watches sports, then more than likely he’s some kinda queer!” Rooster when he spoke had a very deep and thick East Texas accent. 

Debbie Clarke who stood to the right of Melinda, looked and made a funny face at Rooster.  She spoke up in a semi-angry tone, “Excuse me please, while I faint at your caveman like ignorance! But my nephew who goes to Stephen F. Austin and is at the top of his class just so happens to be gay!  And for the record he loves sports, he drinks Budweiser, AND he goes deer hunting every season!” As Debbie stated the last bit she slapped her husband Tim who was standing on her right playfully in the chest with the back of her hand.  Rooster then tried to apologize, but of course Debbie wouldn’t hear any of it. “No it’s okay! You just go right ahead and remain comfortable in your damn ignorance!”  Debbie said rapidly with a little smile and a nod of her head.  “Oh damn!” Rooster said.  “I see the truth now! You must be a damn commie!”  Rooster said with a frog-in-his throat like cackle.  Debbie then rolled her eyes at him.  Tim who stood next to Robin, opened his mouth to say something to his wife but then a stern look Debbie was giving him just then made Tim quickly think otherwise.  Louise quickly changed the subject back to Dan. 

“Regardless of how we feel about certain other subjects; Dan Moren is what’s at the heart of the matter here.  And personally, I don’t think he’s gay.  I do think there is something else to him though.  Something seriously wrong with him. Something sinister like.”  The teacher Leslie Carter was in her late fifties.  She stood taller than everyone else in the group with a pencil thin frame.  She had a head of straight snow white hair that was very thin that came down to just above her neckline.  Her face was almost skeletal thin looking with pale blue and grey eyes.  Leslie had been teaching for the Tejas school district for the better part of thirty-five years and was close to semi-retirement.  She was wearing a simple yet conservative black dress with slip on shoes.  She stood next to Louise and Estelle standing on Louise’s right with her hands folded together peacefully in front of her.  She now turned partially and looking at Louise she asked, “What do you think it could be then Louise? I mean if he’s not one of them gay fellas then what is it?”  Louise shook her head.  “Well I don’t know Leslie, but he’s not gay I can tell you that.  But this much I can tell ya’ anytime I’m near him, I feel nothing but bad creepy vibes coming from him.  I tell ya’ I think there’s seriously something wrong with him.”  Louise said.  “Like maybe he’s a total creeper or something. Or he’s hiding something really bad.”   

Robin’s eyes showed deep concern.  She looked over at Louise. “Well aren’t they supposed to run that background check thing on your people when you get hired?”  She asked.  Melinda then looked past Debbie and Tim over at Robin and nodded.  “Of course they are Robin! It’s the school policy before anyone gets hired.”  She shrugged her shoulders. “So if he was hired then he must’ve passed the background check.”  Louise looked over at Melinda when she said that.  “Well you’re a member of the PTA.”  “What’s your point?” Melinda asked her.   “So my point is maybe you can tell us something more about him.” Louise said with a click of her tongue.  Melinda chuckled and gave a little shake of her head.  “I may be a member of the PTA but that doesn’t mean I hire people.”  Tim sighed.  “I think what Mrs. Crow means is…” Tim started to say.  “…is can you find more out about Mr. Moren by looking through his employment file?” He asked.  Melinda’s eyes went wide and she scoffed at the mere suggestion.  “I can’t do that! If anyone found out I went snooping through the employment files... I could get into SO much trouble!”  Estelle shook her head, rolling her eyes in disappointment.  “Then how are we supposed to know more about him then?”  Estelle asked.   Melinda waved a finger at everyone.  “How about the bunch of ya’ just find out the old fashioned way? How about all of ya’ get together, invite him over for some tea or something, and then question him if ya’ wanna get to know him that bad?!”  “Because that won’t answer for us everything we really want to know!”  Louise insisted. 

“And just what is it about him really that you are all dying SO badly to know?” Melinda asked.  “I think what Louise really means to ask is….is this Dan feller one of them damn baby lovers?!”  Rooster finally asked. Tim’s eyes went wide as did those of his wife.  They both sighed together in unison.  “Oh I don’t know if I like where this is going. I don’t know if I like this one bit.”  Melinda said.  “Well you better like it Melinda!” Robin said.  Her tone was elevated slightly.  A few kids came walking by with their parents heading to a candy stand that had been setup near the dunking booth so no one said anything else for the moment.  After she was sure it was safe for her to talk Robin continued.  “Because if something happens to any of our children because of this weirdo, and I find out you knew something and you could’ve prevented it all along…” Robin’s voice trailed off as she glared angrily at Melinda who at that moment refused to look at her.  Melinda was busy watching her own daughter bob for apples nearby.   Melinda finally looked over in Robin’s direction when Louise asked if Melinda was paying attention.  Melinda turned looking at Robin and the others, holding her hand up.  

“Okay, okay just everyone calm down! Look I’ll talk to someone tomorrow at the administration building and see what I can find out.  Just relax in the meantime.   But please, don’t do anything you’ll regret.”   Robin with a snarling look on her pale face nodded at her quickly causing her red orange curls to bounce.  Rooster who’d been quiet for the moment suddenly spit out a huge wad of tobacco on the ground causing everyone in the group to make a sour looking face.  He then grinned showing a mouthful of yellowish-brown stained teeth.  Debbie made a dramatic face as if she was going to puke.  Louise and Estelle both simply waved their hand at him shaking their heads, while Leslie reached over slapping Rooster gently on the back of his head and reminded him he was in the presence of ladies.  Melinda then stated she’d be back after a visit to the women’s restroom and turned, walking away from the group.    

Somewhere in the farthest corners of Tejas.  In a part of the city not many people go if they actually care about their own safety.  The Port of Tejas to be more precise.  One of the areas of the city known to be a primary sanctum for low-life drug dealers, the prostitutes, and their pimps, among other criminal element that seemed to be present in the city.  In a small one room studio apartment above one of the many industrial shipping warehouses overlooking the many loading docks, Dan Moren was in the middle of a very important yet strange ritual.  A strange yet obscure ritual he’d completed countless times before.  Dan Moren had a chubby face with hardly any hair but a few grey strands on an almost oblong looking head.  Over beady looking blue eyes he wore thick glasses with lenses that were often described as “coke-bottle” type lenses.  At the moment he was wearing a solid white shirt stuffed into solid black polyester pants, and he was wearing black and white saddle shoes.  His figure was not slim in the slightest but then he wasn’t a fat walrus either.  In this one room apartment that he currently rented, Dan sat on his knees with his hands stretched out in front of him and reaching up into the air.  At the moment his eyes were closed, his head was tilted up and back pointed at an angle facing up at the heavily stained ceiling, which at one time might’ve been white.  The carpet he was kneeling on might’ve at one point been a light brown but now was covered in stains from years of neglect, and was a darker colored brown from the many stains of unknown substances.  Given the neighborhood he was living in, there was not a bit of telling what the stains were. 

The walls of the apartment were painted a dark forest green.  Attached to each of the four walls in the studio apartment were a series of wrought iron shelving with multiple candle holders with special fittings for multiple size candles.  Around the room in the candle holders appeared to be more than two dozen large black and purple candles sitting in each of the fittings.  Each candle was lit providing a small bit of light considering there was no light turned on overhead at the moment.  On one wall of the apartment in particular, near a small hall leading to the exit was a small bookcase with three shelves filled to the brim with books on both Greek and Roman Mythology.  On the same wall was also a small mirror. Lying before Dan on the worn out carpet, on a worn out feather mattress was the unconscious form of what appeared to be a young Caucasian boy that appeared to be around the age of twelve.  The young boy had thick black hair that came down to just the center of his forehead.  He was lying flat on his back wearing what looked to be a red Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle short sleeve t-shirt, blue jeans, and a red and black pair of those overly expensive LeBron tennis shoes. 

As Dan continued gazing up at the ceiling keeping his eyes closed, he began to chant a series of words in another language that sounded almost like ancient Latin in tongue.  He continued to chant the same words or phrase repeatedly for several minutes.  He would pause in between each segment of words for only a few seconds to catch his breath then he would begin again with the same chant.  [Dan’s words translated to English from ancient Latin is as follows]. “Oh my goddess Juventas! Hear my words that I come to you now with this proper sacrifice! Continue to bless me please as you always have! Please accept this child as my offering to you! This boy is at a ripe young age, and he will more than give you the sustenance you so desire, so that in turn you can bless me!”  Dan continued to chant his words. 

At the far wall of Dan’s apartment in between one of the wrought iron candle holders, there was a stone mantel.  Sitting on the mantel was a stone statue perfectly shaped after a female’s head with a full face and large open eyes, including a semi-long flowing mane that stopped at the neck.  As Dan continued to chant the phrase a sudden bright blue translucent light began to fill the room descending first from the ceiling.  After the room was completely overtaken by the bright blue light, a loud voice with a feminine like quality to it filled the room with a loud thunderous echo.  This voice also spoke in Latin.  [The translation of what is said is as follows]. 

“I hear your pleas, you ever diligent little worm! And I thank you for this willing sacrifice that you so graciously offer to me! Once more you have kept your promise to me! And once again I shall do the same as well, as we agreed upon over one thousand years ago!”  Dan temporarily opened his eyes to face the bright blue light that was now filling the room.  “Oh thank you my goddess! Thank you my goddess!”  Dan said praising the mysterious voice.  The feminine voice sounded off once again.  “For this exquisite sacrifice, I shall grant you ANOTHER fifty years! The same as before!”  

As Dan watched with eager anticipation, the translucent blue light filling the room instantly began to focus its intensity then changed into a single wide beam, moving from filling the entire room and down to the still form of the young boy.  Dan’s eyes went wide with happiness and he smiled with glee knowing what was about to occur.  He had watched the same thing happen many, many times before over the centuries. 

As he continued to sit back on his knees watching, the blue beam of light made contact with the boy’s body. As Dan watched the boy’s smooth skin began to literally wither away, and at the same time the blue beam of light then began to separately channel a secondary translucent beam of blue energy directly into Dan’s own face.  He closed his eyes now as he could feel a sensual warm sensation moving throughout his entire body.  As the secondary beam was moving over Dan’s own body he was feeling not just a warm sensual feeling but also a tingling feeling as well.  Meanwhile the boy’s body had been completely and finally released of all its flesh.  All that remained was nothing more than a small skeleton wearing the same clothing that only moments before the young boy had.  Instantly Dan began to undergo a metamorphic change of some kind.  Immediately his face and body grew quite slender.  So slender that the large eyeglasses he was wearing fell from his face and to the carpet.  The hair on his head that was once grey and thinning, now started growing rapidly and then changing instantly from grey to black.  The hair also grew in so quick and so thick to a long length that the hair ends reached down in front of his eyes. 

There was one final utterance by the mysterious voice and then all was silent and the blue light had faded completely. “I will return in fifty of your years for another sacrifice, unless you summon me sooner! Bring me another worthwhile morsel, and I will repeat my same gift to you! Fail me and I will take everything away I have given you!”  Once more all was quiet in Dan’s apartment.  The only light now in Dan’s apartment came from the lit candles around the room.  He stood up and walked over to the hall near the exit and stood before the mirror hanging on the wall.  Dan peered at himself closely.   He examined his face with great detail rubbing his now slender fingers all over his extra smooth and even tighter looking skin.  Then he ran a hand through the thick head of black hair he now had. “Girl you do good work. I have to admit.” Dan said to himself.  As he turned heading back into the main area of his apartment he began ripping off his clothing. He went over to some shopping bags sitting on the floor in a far corner of the room and pulled out a smaller red t-shirt with a yellow trendy looking logo on it, a pair of faded blue jeans, a pair of ankle socks, and then a pair of black and white low-top Converse shoes. 

After he was fully dressed out in the new threads, Dan looked around the studio to see what things he wanted to take with him.  He decided he wanted nothing from his old life since where he was going he’d be starting over anyway.  He then took a final look down at the skeletal remains of the little boy lying on the mattress.  “Sorry little buddy, but my life is more important than yours. And anyways, by the time they find you I won’t even be here anymore.”  Dan then went around the apartment blowing all the candles out one by one.  As he was blowing out the last candle he thought about two previous “gifts” to his goddess Juventas.  First there was the little handmaiden from France in 1643.  Then there was the boy who was the nephew to the king of Spain in 1693.  That one there was the tough one!  He almost got caught with that one. And that was just to name a couple.  Shortly after that he decided it was time to come to the new world.  Something he realized though.  Each time he made a sacrifice, it became easier and easier to snatch the children and offer them up.  Something else that he noticed that became easier and easier was how his conscience took a backseat to what he was doing.  

Eventually Dan just reminded himself that his life was more important and that he was the only one who mattered.  Dan also had to remind himself to pick a kid that wasn’t gonna be missed.  And this time he picked a hell of a doozy.  The kid he picked this time was the son of a crackhead mother and a father who was doing life in Huntsville for the murder of a state trooper.  No one would miss him.  No one would be around to report him missing. And no one would miss Dan either after he was gone.  Of course then his name would no longer be Dan either.  It never was the same.  His name that is.  Each time he’d offer a sacrifice up to Juventas and he got his youth back, Dan had to change his name.  Of course along with the name change naturally he had to move.  It’s just the way it was. It was the way it had to be.  Dan pulled out his wallet and took a look at his new identification.  “Christopher Amherst!”  He read aloud to himself as a smile formed across his face.  “What a hell of a name!”  He then pulled out a bus ticket for a Greyhound terminal from his other rear pocket.  “Look out New York City! Here I come!”

A few days later after Dan Moren who now had become Christopher Amherst had vanished from town, his abrupt disappearance was reported out of “concern” by Louise and Estelle to the school administration.  It was the administrators who in turn then then reported the mysterious disappearance to the Tejas Police. When the police went to the address on file that Dan had given when he was initially hired by the school, and they entered his apartment, they discovered the skeletal remains of the little boy still laying on the rotting mattress.  The senior detective who was investigating the case, “Detective Trevor Hildebrandt” immediately recognized the scene for what it was.  Seeing the purple and black candles, the stone mantle, and then the rotten mattress with the skeletal remains of the child.  Trevor knew it had to be some kind of sacrificial altar for the purpose of summoning some devil or some other demonic force.  A warrant was immediately issued for Dan Moren’s arrest and then a picture of him was sent out to the press, which in turn had no hesitation showing the photo on television in the hopes someone had a tip to share.

 Unfortunately for the police they were no match for an immortal goddess and her dutiful servant.  Each time Dan retained his youth, not only did his appearance change but his fingerprints were also slightly altered.  The minute the unknown child was sacrificed in Dan’s apartment, the person known as “Dan Moren” ceased forever to exist.  Now there was only Christopher Amherst originally from Glasgow, Scotland.  With an open warrant for the person known as Dan Moren.  The question on everyone’s minds at Tejas Elementary was the same.   Who and what was the person they once knew as Dan Moren?



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Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Southern Gothic Tales: 10/6 Sample Passage

Ian wandered around the foyer going from room to room trying to find the source of the creaking noise, excluding the two hallways that led into the Sunroom and the banquet room.  It was when he when he was making his way back to the foyer when he noticed it.  On the far right side of the staircase was something he hadn’t noticed before because of the way it seemed to have been cleverly disguised.  It was a hidden panel that was barely small enough for one person to fit through.  It had been apparently so well designed to look like a normally functioning part of the staircase’s side.  Ian seriously doubted anyone else would’ve ever noticed it either because of the clever, intuitive design.  He stepped over to the panel which now stood ajar and examined both the panel’s outside and internal side.  There didn’t seem to be no external way of opening it so he was dumbfounded as to how it could’ve came open as there was a small metal latch on the internal side of the small door. 

The only thing he could come to gather was that either someone recently opened it and forgot to close it, or it had been jammed and now with the weather the house had settled and the latch could’ve come loose, thus releasing the panel.  He examined the latch itself closer.  It seemed to be in perfect shape.  He then peered into the dark looking hole that lay beyond the small opening.  Just on the inside of the opening on what was the underside wall of the staircase was a small metal hoop which Ian took to understand was where the latch hooked into.  The metal hoop seemed to be in decent shape also.  He couldn’t understand how the house settling could’ve made the panel latch release.  “Someone definitely released this only recently.” Ian said to himself.   

Ian decided he would need light to see further into the hidden area so he pulled a small flashlight out from the right front pocket of his jeans and switched it on.  The entire hidden area beneath the stairs was instantly illuminated, revealing a smaller metal staircase that spiraled down into a never-ending darkness. Ian realized he’d just found the basement stairs.  He wondered what he would find at the bottom when he got there. “Well there’s only one way to find out I guess.” Ian said.  He ducked his head and stepped over the panel’s threshold stepping onto the first step of the metal staircase.  Carefully he began following the staircase down into the unknown darkness.