Thursday, November 21, 2013

Little Black Cat.(This where my blog gets weird.)

Twitch.
In early May of 2012 I had to euthanize my cat, Twitch. He had urinary tract crystals and I didn't have the money to pay for the $500 down payment to start on the $2,000 treatment it would've taken to rid him of the crystals. The clinic I took him to put him down for free, this was probably the most heartbreaking part of it all. I needed $500 dollars to treat him, but I didn't have to pay a dime to have him killed. 
Twitch would've turned 4 that year. I had stolen him from my douche bag, homeless, ex-boyfriend when he was just a kitten and kept in safe home. In that time he became my baby, I loved him very much and putting him down was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I still get sad when I think that I'll never see his furry little face again. But I digress... The clinic that he had been euthanized at kept his body until I could find a ride to pick him up(I really didn't want to drag my dead, frozen cat around town on the bus.) About a week later I finally got a ride to pick him up and take his remains home.
I didn't cremate him, I buried him with a plan in mind. I wanted to collect his bones and keep them. I'm a weird goth kid and I love bones, so what better way to remember my precious kitty by collecting his bones when the time was right. But strange things started happening after he was laid to rest in my back yard. I visited my mother's home where he stayed when he was alive. I walked into her kitchen and heard Twitch's very distinct, familiar meow. I knew it was his because the other two cat's in my mom's house sound nothing like Twitch did. I was thrilled to know my baby had come back as a spook.
A few later I went back to my mom's house and witness more activity from my ghost cat. I was sitting in mom's living room waiting for her to come back from the bathroom and saw Twitch sitting in his favorite window for a brief second. When mom got back I told her what I had seen and asked if she was experiencing any activity from him. She said she had, as well as her partner. She told me Twitch was jumping on the corner of her bed and waking her up in the middle of the night. He'd lay between her feet on top of the covers and prevented her from rolling over, something he did in life almost every night.
A close friend of mine told me of similar events in her home, a place Twitch had never been before, but he knew my friend as she was a regular visitor at my mom's house. After a while Twitch's activity slowed down to where it was hardly noticeable, or I didn't witness much of it, but I was distracted quite often.
This past summer I decided it was time to collect his bones, my mom and my friend that was getting some of Twitch's activity both came to help with the excavation. It took all day to get him out of the ground. I was so excited when I pulled up his delicate skull. My baby was just a beautiful in death as he was in life, to me at least.
Twitch's bones.
After his bones were out of the ground we got another huge wave of spiritual activity from him. From full bodied apparitions in the bathtub, to tripping over him in the hallway. He was on the move between all three houses, but again the activity slowed down to a crawl and I realized it was time for him to cross over. I did my best to aid him, I burned sage and other herbs with one of his tail bones and held a small personal ceremony. I'm pleased to say it was successful. I still miss my boy, and I always will.

Let's talk about real Monsters... (A personal perspective.)

What if I were to tell you that monsters are real? Would you believe me? Would you question my sanity? How would you feel if you found out it was true, that my words are not insane ravings, and that monsters truly did exist.  Well, some monsters are real, but they aren't just snarling beasts and creepy things that go bump in the night. They are people. They are men and women like you. They may not look like monsters and demons, but their actions are the more horrifying then any creature I've ever heard of.
I've encountered a few of these monsters in my life and thankfully I have survived, but I did not get away unscathed. I fought with tooth and nail, I ran until my lungs were on fire and my legs collapsed to get away from these monsters, these people. Some of them were disguised as people close to me, family, and loved ones.
The first of these monsters was my father. At first glance you would never guess that he was so terrible, but for 22 years I suffered under his wrath. When I was young he hit me for behaviors he didn't like. He’d hit me with his hands, with belts, paddles, shoes, large kitchen utensils, hot wheel car tracks, ect. He would pop me in the mouth when I said things he didn't care to hear. He’d whip me for being fussy before bed, or when getting out of bed.
Eventually he stopped hitting me, around the time I was 12. His words to me were “You’re too big for me to hit, I’m afraid you might start hitting me back.” At that point he resorted to verbal and emotional abuse. He would talk down to me; make me feel like utter garbage, like I was the most useless piece of human existence. For years I took it, I didn't have the courage to do anything about it. Until about 2 years ago when I moved in with my boyfriend, and my mother and father had started the process of divorce – I wasn't the only one he was abusing – that I finally severed all ties with him. I haven’t spoken to him since.
My father wasn't the only monster in the family. Friends of his that our family had considered relatives were also monsters. When I was about 5 years old, my uncle, the man of the family would chase me around the house our two families shared wearing a devil mask. My family thought it was funny, what they didn't know is he didn't stop at chasing me around the house. He would chase me up into the attic and pull the stairs up behind him, trapping me up there alone with him. He would corner me, still wearing the mask and pull his penis out. He would make me touch it, sometimes even forcing me to put it in my mouth. It was frightening, being so young and helpless while a man I consider family wore a devil mask and laughed while he made a child preform such awful tasks.
The torment from him finally ended when my family moved away. But in 2000 my family had moved back to stay with them after my father’s sister and her husband committed suicide. My uncle had a new wife helping him raise his son from his first wife; she had also giving birth to his daughter. I think having a daughter of his own changed him; he never once approached me in the same fashion he used to. I was relieved at this, unfortunately his new wife was a far more terrifying monster then he had been. One afternoon, shortly after my 10th birthday, while the majority of both families were out running errands and working I was left at home with my new aunt.  She took the opportunity to attack me. I sat quietly at the dining room table drawing and coloring when she approached me. She was a much larger woman, and came into the room wearing nothing but a thin flimsy robe. I tried to be polite and not look at her, thinking she was just coming in to grab clothes out of the laundry room. She wasn't. She strode around the table and pulled me from my chair, her hand gripping my arm painfully. She slapped my glasses off my face and undid her robe, before forcing my face into her putrid loins. I can’t say how long it lasted, and I don’t care to think about it. She was one of the worst monsters I have encountered in my life time; her actions left the most irreversible scars in my mind. I have trouble trusting most women after what she had done to me.
Unfortunately she wasn't the only one in the house at the time that had such awful plans for me. My uncle’s son, Jr. was hitting puberty and had become very fond of me. He would come into my room while I was sleeping and touch me while he would pleasure himself. It’s odd being molested by an entire family. Part of me wonders if they were in it together, or if it was just some tragic coincidence.
Between the years of 2001-2006 I lived in south Florida, where monsters lurk around every corner. My body was developing faster than my clothes could keep up with, and all the nasty men in Florida were as aware of this as I was. Every time I left my home I was hollered at, offered money for sexual favors, and more. There was one incident where a man had pulled me into his car off the street and was about to drive off, I jabbed my thumb into his eye until it popped and he finally let me go. I could seem to catch a break, shortly after that another man grabbed me and drug me down an alley way. I kicked, and bit, and scratched him to no avail. He began trying to remove my clothes when I started clutching at his head; I managed to get a hold of his ear in one hand and a wad of his greasy hair in the other. I pulled with both hands as hard as I could until I heard a rip and he let me go screaming. I ran as fast as I could away from him. After that I left my home less and less.
In 2006 my family moved to Portland Oregon, and I thought I was safe. Everyone here seemed so friendly and kind. I was wrong, there were monsters here too. I've only run into two of them so far, but that was enough to change me forever. The first was one Douglas Kaiser; know to the street kids as ‘Creature’. I was almost 17 when I met him at Smyrc (Sexual Minority Youth Resource Center), he was posing as shy gay boy. One day he asked me to help him and his mother move into their new apartment downtown and I obliged. It only took a few hours to get everything inside and start setting up; they didn't have a whole lot of things to move it just being the two of them. After we had finished setting up the living room (Douglas’ bedroom) his mother left for work, she was a late night DJ on one of the local radio stations. Douglas and I watch movies on his bed, when it was clear that all his attentions were focused on me. At the time I didn't mind, I sort of liked him. He began to touch me, and I let him, I didn't think it would go very far. I was wrong again. I was fine with everything until he managed to get my pants off and started inserting himself that I panicked. I was a virgin, and was trying to save myself for “Mr. Right”, unfortunately I wasn't with “Mr. Right”, I was with Mr. Right Now. I told him I wasn't ready for that, he didn't listen. He held his hand over my mouth and proceeded to rape me. I suffered through it, waiting for it to end and it did finally. To my relief he wore a condom while he raped me, so I didn't contract anything nasty, but I did lose something very precious. I informed police, but nothing was ever done about it. I informed a group of my friends what he had done and they took care of what the authorities ignored. I've only seen him once, since then and am more than happy to assume he is dead.
About a year after that I had just barely turned 18, and I was subjected to a second rape by someone I was considering to be my new partner. It was the worst first date I’d ever had. I spent the night at his house and all was fine until the next morning. When he threw me on the bed, dislocated my shoulder, slapped me in the face and raped me while he made out with his girlfriend who thought my crying was “Cute”. I didn't bother to try telling the police after having them do nothing about my first rape. I just stayed as far away from him as I could. I saw him a few months ago on the train and nearly had a nervous breakdown.

I hope now you’ll believe me when I say monsters are real. They are human in appearance, but their actions make them more terrifying the most hideous beasts. So, watch your back, there are monsters everywhere, in places you least expect. Be safe.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Slender Man.

Slender Man is probably one of the most popular internet Mythos, he can be found almost anywhere on the net. Slender Man was created by Victor Surge(real name Eric Knudsen) on June 8, 2009 and first appeared on the Something Awful forum threads for a contest to create 'Paranormal' images.

 After that he made his way to the Creepypasta threads where his stories began to grow and make their way around the web. He is usually described as a very tall man in a simple black suit and tie, his bald head has no face. He is sometime depicted with black tentacles protruding from his back. He is often shown in wooded areas or places with children.


 He is said to kidnap children and torture unsuspecting people that happen to cross his path. After his popularity began flourish, groups of people began making videos about encouters with Slender Man and posting them to Youtube.com these groups include, EveryMan Hybrid, TribeTwelve, and Marble Hornets to name a few. Shortly after making his way to youtube Slender Man was put into his very own indie horror game titled 'Slender', created by Mark Hadley. The creation of the Slender game only furthered Slender Man's popularity, causing him to show up everywhere. Which makes it easy to find him anywhere, and with that I'll wrap this post up.


Works Cited:
Google Search Enginge
Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slender_Man

http://www.mythicalcreaturesguide.com/page/Slender+Man