Sunday, February 26, 2012

Sounds of Terror From A Place of Rest

It took almost a year out of school, but Billiam finally managed to land a contract job in the big city of BigCityTon.. Although the job had no benefits and health insurance he decided to pack his things and leave the safety of his father's home. He needed to find his way in the world and he was in the prime of his life health wise. After all, it was well worth the risk and he needed to pay off his student loans. A few months passed while he couch surfed and finally found a humble apartment. The landlord was distant but accommodating and was pleased to greet him on his way to work each morning.

The job kept Billiam busy. He often found himself stressed adjusting to city life and the job. His boss was obnoxious, his coworkers obsessed with impressing others. These were things Billiam was not accustomed to. His apartment became a true source of peace and quiet. Oddly enough, for obvious and not so obvious reasons, his bathroom became the primary source of quiet meditation and reflection.

One night something changed... It started when Billiam awoke startled at 4 am.  A strong, powerful, rumble rang through his apartment. Billiam thought he was dreaming as the sound shook his bed and walls. He jumped out of his bed and realized the sound was traveling from an unknown source in his apartment. In a trance-like waking state he meandered through his apartment following the sound. Billiam was in a mental haze, almost as if watching his body in an out of body experience. He began to watch himself walk closer and closer to the origin point of the sound. The sound became deafening and violent and was best described as a low, deep, guttural foghorn.

Billiam watched helplessly as his sleepy body stumbled closer and closer to the sound. Turning on the light in the hallway did not help matters. Darkness remained steadfast in his place of solace- the bathroom. To his horror he finally discovered the origin point of the sound. His toilet...

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Trixter the Monkey

Once in awhile I read stuff on the internet and I came across a Brazilian folk tale for inspiration today.

Trixter the Monkey lived with silly animals and an old woman in a garden full of fruit trees. Although the garden's trees kept all the animals fed there was one tree in particular that had extremely enticing fruit. However, the old woman had a password lock on each tree and this special tree had an extra long, extra hard password... Kind of like a wifi key at your friend's house. By the time anyone could reach this tree the password would fade from memory.

One day the monkey had an idea. He brought along his guitar and blended the password into a song upon asking the old woman. The monkey, playing the song over and over finally unlocked the secret fruit of the tree by the time he reached it!

However, after sampling the fruit he realized it wasn't worth it- the beautiful fruit had gone sour causing a contorted, twisted face of displeasure for the monkey. The monkey thought long and hard about this unexpected turn. He then had another idea. He played his fancy tune for the other animals encouraging them to sample the sour fruit, enjoying the sight of their displeasure upon tasting. He was finally happy indeed.

Curious? The original folk story can be found here.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Baldy Mammoth

Baldy Mammoth lived during prehistoric times. Unlike other wooly mammoths Baldy was obsessed with being hairless. Unfortunately for him he shaved one too many times and his hair stopped growing. He soon realized how much he missed his wooly hair. He took it out on his mammoth brethren and began assaulting them, insisting every one of them be hairless like him with a razor. He keeps a collection of shaved hair atop his head as a toupee trophy from his victims.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

The ExSpectre

This is the ExSpectre. He expects things from you. If he shows up in your life he expects you to guess what he wants. If you fail he'll return again the next day expecting you to guess again. Expect to be haunted until you guess correctly.