She wasn’t the richest but certainly not poor, selling her artwork consisting all types of paintings & odd drawings. The most popular one was her best seller she called “The Man” in her dreams. She claimed he always came for a late night visit unwelcomed or not. The lady gradually became more & more obsessed with this mystery man in her dreams. She actually started to live inside her dreams creating her own reality. “The Man” gifted & drove her envisions with beautiful ideas & creations for her beloved artwork. He explained to the woman that he would reveal his true identity in human form if she agreed, she did. police received a distress call near the apartment complaining of a horrible scream. The woman was found dead in her apartment white as a ghost. A painting was found behind, legend has it that “The Man” is actually stuck in the painting and scared his only true love to “death”.
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.
The night was dark & sought with fear, leafs we’re falling from the strong wind in the early stages of fall. The depressed son was at his verge in life, everyone disappointed him, he was too misunderstood. Darkness is all he saw, pitch black, evil took over every inch of his soul. A smirk came upon him as he laid in the graveyard, the possession was “real”
It’s the big day of the 6th grade field trip at Cambridge Way Middle School. Everyone was enjoying the most beautiful weather filled full of joy as the students got seated on the bus. You knew in your heart that your life would change forever after today. As you sat in your seat by yourself closely analyzing all the faces that put you to shame. Constantly being picked on by everyone, followed by being called the nastiest names for no apparent reason made you despise your entire class. Today was different though, no one seemed to put much focus on you for once as all the kids were interested in the field trip. Headphones blaring and not giving a fuck on what will end up happening today. Prepared and focused as the lyrics imprinted your mind, this was destined to happen leaving no regrets behind. As you slowly unzipped your book bag, drawing much attention to the students you simply nod to them. Without hesitation you scramble out your fathers .40 S&W, full magazines locked and loaded as you start dismembering your fellow class with 40 rounds of lead. Gun powder filled the air, as 15 bodies lay flattened on bus #165. You could see movement as some students were still some what breathing, putting a stop of that by slicing each and everyone of their throats one by one. The music was louder and you couldn’t stop, hatred filled your veins as you left every spec of anger on that bus. Taking the life’s of every student or teacher that ever talked down upon you, making you feel weak and hopeless at ever being excepted. Windows were drenched with large amounts of blood, 15 life’s were taken. Sitting in everyone’s blood with a smirk, sirens neared but you didn’t care.
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.