I was sleeping tonight when I had a dream where I was watching Netflix documentary about the ghosts caught on tape. It was a group of friends hanging out, doing drugs and video taping them doing a seance when a weird human entity filled the camera lens. The entity was a blurry image wearing blue jeans and a red shirt. Then the image came closer becoming apart of the group of friends and the camera goes black. The narrator in the background starts talking about Archons and I'm holy shit! still in my dream and so I go find my roommate and I'm like "dude, you gotta check this documentary film I found!" And he's like, "I've already seen it. It's pretty scary I guess". And that's the weird ass dream I had this morning. It gave me goosebumps but little more. Maybe someday I'll wake up next to, a she-devil who likes to make breakfast in bed. But my luck is I'll wake up to find a ghost of a dead writer telling me to give up on my dream...
I've always been an innovative spirit. In school, we had to invent something for our school project. I innovated by adding Oreos to Ice Cream. But the genius never really went away until recently. I remember mixing juice into my applesauce before that was even marketable. Two years later, it was on the market. My family thought I was weird. But I know what it was. It was innovation. Maybe not Tesla big. Trivial in comparison. Embarrassing really. Pointless to be honest. However, I remember another time I was waiting for a friend to pick me up during Middle School for the local Yugioh card tournament. It was late in the dead of winter and I was standing outside the front entrance, a gated community, well more like a Trailer Park in the middle of the Wisconsin Boonies, and I was standing there freezing, and the only thing I could do to keep myself entertained was chant a rhyme to my friend. It went like this. "I'm going to kill Bill, Bill. I'm going to kill Bi...
Sam Davis, a young assistant of Riley's felt he deserved a longer break and stayed behind. Besides, he was young and in good health. He walked circles around the rest of the members. So, he often used that to his advantage. A loner, he ate his lunch in private. The sandwich tasted amazing as Sam sat savouring every bite. He sat entranced to the flavor explosion dancing delicately on his palette. While he ate, he took little notice of the sounds around him. Then, it suddenly got quiet and he snapped back to reality. It was pitch black in the cave. He could hear himself breathing. He scrambled through his pocket and looked for a flash light. Giggling through his pocket, he found it and pulled it out. He heard a hiss and felt a slither across his foot. He sat frozen in fear. He felt another slither across his legs. He began to tremble. The hissing got louder and louder. He stood up and began sinking into a pit of scaly slime. He felt the pit slither against his legs as he sunk de...
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