My Monstrous Concepts

June 20th 1985, Wayland Mas. Barry Simmons  Bower town corrections officer (Ret.) 6:52 a.m. We were escorting a bus full of felons, mostly bank robbers and bail jumpers, nothing to big just hoods who made bad choices in life. Some of them were good with their behavior while on the outside, others like John Collins were just aching to bolt, even at the slightest chance. At 7:15 a.m. Collins took the opportunity to slip away while we stopped to address a tire issue, the rookie watching him got distracted and Collins bolted. No hate on the rookie I've done bigger mistakes in his shoes, I instructed him to watch the others while my other back up and my self went after Collins. Before I go any further a quick back story on the area we were stopped at. The place has a reputation for something deemed as high strangeness. you get your usual reports of shadows, ghostly figures and horrible sound and the like. Easy to overlook if your not part of the area, even easier to get lost in all the ...

 Having a blog can be soothing and yes very eye opening. Im getting some works done and hope to have something up here soon. I thank you for your kind and saintly patience.

But there is a reason for my very long hiatus, still getting things done, and I iwll post, but I must address a revelation and find a way to express it properly. Lets just say finding out why you have PTSD through a thorough examination is not an easy revelation to deal with. But I have God on my side, and I iwll post again and I will explain the nature of my issue. I leave this note for now in the hopes you understand and forgive my absence. I love doing what I do. I will have new works. I only ask for a little more patience. Thank You and remember you are loved

On a night like any other, the dark and twisted ambitions of a young Warlock may  entice him to                                                                 experiment with peculiar objects. In this case a simple yet humble pumpkin pile, may result in a shambling atrocity to delicate eyes, but that is why one must experiment! How else will he know if he does not try that forbidden spell he found in great grandmothers handy diary?..... oh my.....it seems... he has his holidays confused...           Well.......who says Halloween and Christmas can't be intertwined?!      Enjoy......for now.

Oh how the fates beguile us with its ministrations of woe and valor, tempting the beast within in with but a flutter of hope and a resonance of malice. Let you the gentle viewer who has beheld my creations not want. for soon the dragon shall stir again... and regurgitate new horrors to wet your dark sadistic appetite. Until we meet again my dark brethren.

We all have a primal fear of spiders and deep dark places. One's own home can sometimes provide the greatest catalyst to our fear in the most smallest of creatures and put in the most common of places. combined with the unknown and the rush of fear we can envision some of the most ghastly of probabilities when we venture into a place with little lighting and even less courage. I give you a probable out come form an improbable scenario made only possible from the recess of our greatest of insecurities.But we never know when that improbable scenario can become all to real, I leave you the viewer to garner your own conclusion.