What is life to you? Do we actually have an understanding of our kind? Think as the puzzle was never put together, but pieces are here for you to connect. Not a day is the same as I envision this dark cold world through my window that hides a beautiful mirage of beauty. All I see is a world completely disconnected by separation & jealousy over things that don’t matter. Friends have come & gone for the better, seems now days it’s all for show. People’s true emotions are stuck & frozen dead in the ground shut. The saying goes “Product Of Their Own Environment”
October 31st , the night of ghouls & ghosts. Dressed as creatures unknown, the fog & mist seams above. Laughter with sacks of candy run down house by house. He watches from a distance, his birthday is every Hallows’ Eve. The town never found his body but he’s here. Maybe not alive & well but he’s always watching from a far. Snatching kids one by one each year without a trace. The mans face was filled with the lost souls of the Trick ‘R Treater’s as they gave him the name Natas.
A typical Saturday night right? relaxing watching your favorite show. Everything sure is perfect as you’re having the time of your life. Sadly today was your special day. The day you’re killed with no remorse or motive. Everyone always remembers their very special day. (blackness) (regaining conscious) Your body is stiff as your mind awakens on your bed realizing this is no regular wake up call. Making an effort to nudge you realize your body can’t move, completely paralyzed from the neck down. As you glance down next to you and notice the love of your life is gagged, with her infamous mascara running down her sweet face in agony screaming. Both of you’re tied down in your own home and there is nothing you can do. This was the special night or so he thought to pop the question. This is the country life you dreamed of as you both asked to be far away from civilization. The man begs and moans for help in agony, but the “devil” was already present, they knew it was their time. Inches slowly carving the woman’s throat out with a dark lush grin, the darkest eyes. Eyes within hells gates. The man has a heart attack as his wife is butchered as they die with no soul. Both bodies were dismembered, the victims were found reported hanging from light poles at the North Market 20 miles away, 3:33 AM. Officers Found A mask at the scene but had no other leads.
I always ask myself what my job will be when it’s all said and done, and think how successful I’d be at something if I gave it my heart and soul. This thought gazes throughout my mind constantly as the days go by. It took me 22 years to realize what I’d finally love to do. I believe you have to love your job with a passion if you want to make it in today’s name and age. I always had an enormous amount of passion towards movies. No not the “regular” movies, I’m talking about the “horror” genre. All movies in general I do admire as well, I feel like cinema was the only thing that actually kept my mind focused as I analyzed my favorite characters, plots, and scenes. The “horror” genre intrigued my younger mind with all types of emotions at a younger age dealing with friendship, violence, grieve, hardships, and death. As I’ve stated before in my previous posts “Childs Play” was the first horror film I’ve ever saw and I’ve been hooked since. Within the year I plan to finally take a leap of faith and head out to California to hopefully become a writer, director, or make up FX personal. I have a love for horror movies and think the movie monsters are possibly the most iconic things to ever be on the big screen. The thrill of being scared and in fear has always excited me as this genre will bring the best movies to test your fears. I feel enduring in your deepest and darkest fears is very iconic and brave. If you have a passion go for it. Never let anyone tell you different👌al>