Pete and Mike

Growing up in the little community was a great experience. Most of the people who lived there were wholesome, decent folk. My two cousins, twin boys named Pete and Mike were not anything of the such. My dad’s younger brother did not have the child rearing skills my dad possessed, and this showed through with his kids. In fact, I don’t know where he got his parenting skills, or if he had any at all.

My uncle never showed any compassion for the boys, forcing them to work by his side, but rarely showing any love towards them made the boys as cruel as the father.  Even when they were infants, their mom would force them to go outdoors on the coldest days, locking the door behind them so that she could clean house. Their parents swore and cussed at them on a regular basis, and there was nothing that they could do right.

When the twins reached puberty, the rough upbringing began to take its toll. Vain and cruel, the twins used women for whatever they wished. They had the good looks to get away with this. The two of them, virtually identical, looked like young Tom Sellecks, which came in handy in their many escapades with women. Even at a very young age, the boys appeared to be much older. When they were 13, they had a young woman live in the same room their parents had sectioned off for them, and they both dated her at the same time.

On one occasion, the two pretended to be only one. Pete had picked up a girl from the bar (they frequented bars from the time they were 15 years old) and brought her home to his parent’s house.  Pete took the girl to his bedroom and made love to her, only to get up to use the washroom (that’s what he told the girl), and then Mike had his turn at the woman. They pulled this charade on many women, until they got caught once. The girl who caught them in their trick spread a viscous rumor that one of them had AIDS, but she wasn’t sure which one. That brought an end to their player days. The locals at the bars just didn’t want to take a chance. Mike left the province, met someone in Ontario, swearing never to return again. Pete married locally, had a few kids, and got a job here in town.

Today I met Pete’s son. Talk about a chip off the old block. Arrogant, rude, and unemotional as hell, just like his dad. They say that he is a pile of trouble, and that he has little respect for women. I wonder why? The Chain of Abuse, that’s why.

 

 

Light: The Seventh and final day

Between the horror of my former friends trying to break into the research facility and eat us, and finding out that only those who are human during the night can be cured, I searched the hungry savages looking for my lovely wife and my son. Although most were unrecognizable, I was unable to find anyone bearing any likeness to my family. Having narrowly escaped with my life, I vowed to search for them even when I become monster. I found a hiding place in a room that we barricaded away from the zombies, and as I and the scientists hid from them, we spoke about the plan and how we would survive this terrible ordeal.

The night was long, and the zombies were even more savage than before. At least one of our genius researchers lost their lives to the madness that sought us, but finally the night ended. With that, all twenty of us once again changed to the monsters we feared most. Together we hunted, and despite my being more animal than human, I managed to search out and find my family. There she was, holding my son in her arms, protecting him from the savage that I had become.

That is all I remember from that horrid day.

When it was dark again, the remaining doctors and I gathered to talk about the plan. A serum was created. We all drank the mixture, created from the blood of the monsters and ours, day and night, human and monster.  “Do you think it will work on the others?” I asked.

“We already tried it on a few, and they appear to be responding to the cure.” Said the lead researcher. “Do you think I could get some to my wife and kid? They need it, I need them.” I said, hoping to cure the two I love so much.

“You don’t remember? You found them yesterday, while we hunted. You tore them apart and ate them.  The blood on your clothes is that of your own family” said one of them, to my horror..

“Noooooooo” I shouted, I found them so that I could help them, the monster who I have become took away the one thing I cared about in this mad new world…….

 

 

and so ends my foray into the world of Zombies. I hope you enjoyed this series, inspired by the many B-movies I have watched at 2 in the morning

Light:The sixth sense

The morning was a rough one.  They fought back, they almost killed me. Whatever made me into a monster must have also made me strong. I must be able to survive anything. Hell knows people fight back when you are trying to eat them alive. My scars healed in minutes. I know I must have taken a few of them, I see their carcases in decay beneath my feet.

This monster I become during daylight scares the hell out of me, thank heavens the darkness brings peace. My lightning bugs are back now, hovering overhead like a spot light, allowing me to see the horror I created during the daylight.

I am at the center now, I know this because they are outside the building, pounding on the door, looking for anything that is human or animal, anything that they can feed on. It is dark, I am human again, and they are the beasts now.

I walk down the narrow corridor because I hear someone tinkering in a room nearby. I find people. Not monsters but people. They too have lightning bugs swirling overhead. I knock to get their attention, and that is what I get. One of them turns towards me, yielding a large shotgun, aimed at my head.

“Stop Monster!” He says, until he notices that I am like him. He lowers his gun when he notices the bugs around me. “Ah, they found you.” He went on to explain that a team of specially trained scientists sent out the lightning bugs to find those who are human by night. He said that only those are able to be saved, at least so far.

As he spoke, one of the nightpeople bashed a door open, and the flesh hungry zombies stormed the complex, searching for the intelligent brains of the scientists, and for my brain as well…

to be continued…

Light  is a terror series I have been working on. Episode Six is my entry into this week’s trifecta challenge. For more on the Light series, follow this link: Light

understanding it all

My uncle died this morning. We all rushed home to be with family. Work would have to wait.  When I got to his house, I was surprised to find the house empty. Nobody home.  Not a car in the driveway, nothing.

I dropped by my parent’s house and had a chat. Dad said that my uncle made it clear prior to even going to the hospital that when he died (not ‘if’ he died) he did not want a funeral, a wake, a crowd of people crying over him or missing work or anything of the nature. He asked to be cremated, his ashes spread in the woods, and everyone getting on with their lives. The car would go to his youngest daughter, the house to his youngest son. The daughter would stay with her mom as long as she could afford it.

Apparently my Uncle had it all figured out; or did he? What about those left to pick up the pieces? What about those who question why he had to die in the first place? Is it fair to write him off, write his life off as if it never happened in the first place? What about closure? His wife is left to wake up alone for the rest of her days. At 78, it is doubtful that she remarries, why is it that he had all the say?

I am not saying that a lavish funeral is required, but the family should at least gather to mourn one who was a great dad to them all, a great husband, and a great friend.

Do we dare question decisions of a dying man? I think not.

Light: Five

The bugs  seem to like me.  they must,I am still alive (if that is what you call a man who is a man by night and a monster by day), and the lightning bugs are all around me, illuminating my way as if it were daylight. I have managed to win them over somehow, and despite the fact that they have eaten so many, they seem drawn to me. Maybe they are waiting for the right moment, but for now I need them. Perhaps they are driven by fear. Right now I am too tired to be afraid.

With the light from the mysterious insects, I manage to find my way throughout the darkness. No longer do I have to run, instead I can gather my thoughts and try to figure out a solution to this dilemma.

The first thing I have to do is relax. I know that there is a research facility a few miles from here, perhaps that is the first order of business. If my hunch is right, there are others like me who want to get back to normal.

I am so hungry.  The night  must be almost over. The sun is rising over the mountains and already I crave human flesh.  I had a plan but I cannot remember what it was. All I can think about is eating, feeding, savoring the tender flesh of those who are afraid of me.  My lightning bugs are slowly disappearing again. I think I was planning something, can’t remember, all I can think about is tender human flesh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…….

to be continued ( I think, I am too hungry right now…gotta eat the neighbor!)

Bucket List (Newfie Style)

All the talk about bucket lists as of late has me wondering what all the hype is about  Below is my bucket list:

• Scrub bucket
• Water Bucket
• Mop Bucket
• Beer Bucket
• Car Wash Bucket
• Beef bucket (you get them when you buy salt beef)
• Plastic Bucket
• Salt bucket
• wooden bucket
• helicopter bucket ( I had to do research to find this one)
• Hot Air Balloon Bucket
• Milk Bucket

As you can see, my bucket list is very detailed. Have I completed my bucket list? No way, there are still hundreds of buckets I haven’t even heard of yet. Stay tuned….

Light four

What had I become? What changed me to this…monster they speak of? Why did I suddenly have a hunger deep within for…BRAAAAIIIINNNNSSSS!!!!

Like a hungry dog, I turned and ran toward the crowd. On the outside I was a monster who wanted to tear at fresh flesh and eat it, and on the inside I was in battle. One part of me wanted to ravish the crowd and feed, the other side wanted to run with the others, away from the terrible beast that I had become. When did I transform into this thing? Was it after the red cloud had cleared and the others changed back to a form that looked human?

I couldn’t have been totally transformed at this point because despite my inner hunger, I still had reason, and fear. Rather than attempt to eat the slowest member of the crowd, I myself turned and ran. I ran until the cloud once again covered the sky. It was then that I noticed something. It was then that I changed back to my human form.

I had to check on something. with that, I returned to the large crowd of frightened people. I found out that my hunch was right. There they were, battling one another, feeding off of the weaker.

When the dark red cloud is among us I am human and they are monsters. When the sky clears, they are once again human and I am the monster. I must work while it is dark to find a reason, a cure to this dilemma.

Just then, the ground around me lit up. It was the lightning bugs. They all but disappeared when the sky cleared, but once it becomes dark, they return. What do they want? Where did they come from?

to be continued…

uncle wish

When my dad was 21, he made a terrible decision. he and one of my uncles decided to venture into the woods without telling anybody where they were going. Neither of them were dressed very well, choosing only to wear a button shirt and jeans. This was in Late October, and back in the day, Newfoundland weather was quite unforgiving that particular time of year. The two of them ended up getting lost. They were missing for several hours, and my grandmother’s brother Wish (short for Aloysius) set out to find the boys.

Wish was an excellent tracker, and it only took a few hours for him to pick up their trail. When he found them, they were shivering cold. My dad was dealing with hypothermia and nearly dead. My Uncle Wish carefully wrapped my dad in a warm coat that he had been wearing, lit a fire, and warmed the two boys until they were fit to travel.

My uncle Wish later married and raised a large family. throughout the years, that family suffered many tragedies, such as the drowning of the oldest son and just recently, a suicide of one of the younger girls.

Two weeks ago he entered the hospital for surgery to remove an aneurism. The doctors said that it was routine surgery and everything should be alright. During the surgery something went wrong. They successfully removed the aneurism, but when they went to close him up the doctor noticed a large tumor on his kidneys. In an attempt to remove the tumor, my uncle suffered from a blood clot that was heading to his heart. To battle this, the doctor chose to remove my uncle’s leg. That still did not stop the clot, his kidneys failed, and he ended up on life support. Today my Uncle Wish was taken off of life support. He has only hours before he passes on.

This life we lead is so precious. It can be taken from us so suddenly. We must value the life we have because none of us know exactly how much time we have. My thoughts and prayers go out to the family of my Uncle Wish.

Trifextra: zombies???

Like zombies, we wandered aimlessly

we certainly didn’t belong in this place

no place to sit, no TV to watch

clothes shopping with our girlfriends was torture

for every guy in the store

this is my entry into this weekend’s trifextra challenge

A walk in the woods with SnB