I love it darker as you might know by now Dear Reader, and hence I love this time of year. Let me share a little story, a story based on true facts and only slightly de-dramatized for publishing.
Yes De-Dramatized as in the real world it was even worse. But I donΒ΄t think you could handle the truth, Dear Reader, I donΒ΄t think you would like me if I told you the whole story....
And I cut the story up into three equal parts as itΒ΄s easier to cook and to build up this Halloween Tension I got going
Part 3 - Send In The Clowns
I am no shrink but I think I am a subject matter expert when it comes to these kinds of mysticism. Charmayne invited something and that something expressed its gratitude by kindly accepting.
And I knew it was something I wanted to stay away from. Which was a hard thing to do as I did have a weak spot for lunacy, and irrational behavior. For a messed-up brain creating complex and out-of-this-world scenarios that I could get myself involved in.
It was as if it was the yin to my overly stable yang, that would rationalize every single experience. It was a perverse way of reaching beyond the flesh and almost touching a piece of the beyond.
Over time I caught myself secretly enjoying these glimpses. Then my phone buzzed: Charmayne and a picture.... Bacon & Eggs.....
She, or rather it knew I knew, and it wanted to let me know she knew.
In the case of Charmayne, it was not the darkness taking over as I had seen before....the darkness was already manifested in this blond pale-skinned girl. I knew what this was, and it was just waking up....and the worst part was it compelled me. As if it had opened a door, a connection.
I could not break away from it, even though I wanted something inside of me that allowed me, wanted me to be pulled back in. My mind knew I needed to run and never look back again. But something below my stomach, in the groin area was mesmerized.
I wanted to stay away and at the same time, I wanted to see her again, hear her talk again. Never had I been closer to this type of blackness. I wanted to surrender and indulge. I wanted to touch that which was darker than darkness.
I did not.
Mind over matter allowed me to stay away from the Siren inside the little girl.
Well no longer inside, based on the pictures I was still getting she was taken over that little body more and more. It struck like a whip when I figured that the veil that would prohibit a full hostile take would be lifted in a couple of days.
Charmayne could fall victim to what she exposed herself to almost a week ago now and truly become a little living dead girl.
She was what I liked to think of as my little brush with death in the past, but now I had a hard time recognizing her. The messages became more obscure, in an inspiring way and she started sending voice messages as well.
She was not aware that I knew of the Lorelei voice from that Bacon & Eggs morning and although part of me allowed me to be pulled in I walked the line. I wanted to be in control while playing with fire, so that voice was a no-go zone. I could not risk her Song of the Siren, but I did start calling her Lorelei.
That is why I did not hear her when she said; "Are you insane like me?" Still, I could answer her as thanks to another love, I learned to read lips.
My earplugs protected me while she left the DJ Booth. I saw her white dress walk up to the bar, and whatever she spiked me with did not kick in, or so I thought.
Then I see her again, but now as I saw her on that Saturday Morning...dressed in white but hair and makeup messed up.
When I blink sheΒ΄s gone.
What the fairytale did she make me swallow because out of the blue, she is using glimmer on me or so it seems. There she is, those eyes that way she looks at me as if sheΒ΄s so pleased to be released.
I rub my eyes, but sheΒ΄s still there and signaling me to dance with her. I shake my head and point at my decks, showing her I am working.
Without me touching anything the music shifts into a song I did not even know I had:
She starts to dance her tiny ass off, and I can do nothing but stare. The floor doesnΒ΄t know this song, most girls leave to get a drink but she dances like a puppet on a string making moves that feel very unpleasant.
Once I am able to tear my eyes off of her I ask myself what the freckles happened to my set, and I try to mitigate the issue. I hit play I know I am being haunted. simply because I am told I am;
These are my decks, wanna play games hotty? Two can play this game!
I can make you dance harder than you ever did before letΒ΄s see if you can control that body that is not yours when I play you these beats. I am going all the way I donΒ΄t play!
I see how these unnatural sounds hurt her manifestation, but she makes the body move as if there are no bones within my living dead girl....and even when I speed up the tune this entity is keeping up.
I pump the speakers hoping that soundwaves will protect me from her voice because as soon as I can hear her I am lost.
Damn, I am having such a hard time not looking at this bloody Harley Quinn, who even at this speed is making clear she wants to play.
And her return on my serving is the worst.
She knows.
She must have been inside.
She knows my deepest fear.
She knows what gets me running, she knows about Pennywise.
If there is one thing I hate itΒ΄s clowns, I saw The IT way too young, and although I donΒ΄t scare easily... I canΒ΄t stand clowns
I already had a hard time controlling my mind. But now itΒ΄s fully unleashed I have no control. The dance floor is filled with freaking clowns, she stands amid them smiling her sweetest smile at me. The clowns are killing it. I feel paralyzed, I want to vomit.
Then she looks confused and so do I as Kat von D sounds through the speakers. She tries to shut her up but her arm movements have no effect.
There is only one song that can send Lorelei back behind the veils that let her go....
Something stops me from hitting the play button while I watch her. I know I want her, I know wanting her will be the death of me.
Watch her move, that blond diabolo is a dream come true...a bridge between the here and there. A door opened, a door I need to close! At the same time, I want to hold her and lick the blood of her bones.
I can still hear her voice while smelling bacon and eggs, I am still drawn to her shady sexuality.
I still want to be her slave, have her sit on top of me, and be in control of every breath I take. She is the Mysticism I have been searching for all my life. But I know she is the purge.
Whatever caused this tune enabled me to grab my brains from the clown claws and take note of KatΒ΄s clues.
Then I heard that loud noise, a door slamming.
That door, that bang itΒ΄s all coming back to me now. That dream, it was not...it was a warning. It was a whisper, and itΒ΄s all coming back to me.
I know I need to end this freak circus. If that siren is in control on Samhain when the veil to the other side closes she will be owning that body till the meat starts dropping off her young bones and I am not sure I can handle that.
I will have to fight Lorelei, I need to beat her control and I see only one option.
I know the only book to prove Satanic powers wrong is...Deuteronomium.
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/AlIGF0WuSqc
Unfortunately, I had no knowledge of the book of Deuteronomium.
So my only option is to use what she used against me. I will need to use soundwaves. Let me be Charmaynes Christian Slater and Pump Up The Volume to set her free.
What she did with Pennywise, I needed to use that against her and I knew exactly how.
There was only one song that hopefully could return my little living dead girl to her not-so-vibrant self because she clearly wasnΒ΄t herself tonight.
Damn, she was doing it again, she was looking at me with those eyes.
I could see the passion from another realm.
I could see the pleasure she took from having a physical form, I felt her probing my mind....wanting access.
I could touch her thoughts, she did not care for the body she was hosting. She wanted the most extreme sensations, mixing pain & pleasure in a way.....ugh in an inhuman way as I felt bones snap when I touched her.
Touched her?
How did I get on the dance floor, how .... my mind felt mushy and I could hardly hold on to a single thought.
Was she in my head or was I in hers?
I needed to end this.
I needed to let her burn!
It took a lot of energy to ban her from my mind, get back in the booth, and hit play.
I turn around expecting to see my plan come together, but instead, a sharp pain fills my head when Max Volume causes Max Pain.
Even with my earplugs in I want to run.
The dance floor is grabbing their ears, I see blood gushing from wrists that try to cover ears that probably will be damaged for life.
CharmayneΒ΄s ears are bleeding as well, but the Lorelei does not care, she winks at me licks her lips, and blows me a kiss.
"From my mind to your mind" I hear her voice inside my head and it overpowers the painful noise. That is giving me just enough time to change the song to the one I intended:
I see Charmayne crumble, or rather the Lorelei, there is blood on the dancefloor but much less than I expected.
There is only a puddle surrounding Charmayne, whoΒ΄s trying to get up. Her ears no longer bleed just her shins and knees from hitting the broken glass that was on the floor.
I do not see the mesmer in her eyes anymore, it has been shredded by the Tubular Bells Wall of Sound I put up.
Just in time as my head feels like the worst hangover X3 ever, but her Siren Song is no longer audible, or is it?
My eyes are still on Charmayne, she looks broken but I see beyond her flesh, inside her something is squirming.
Deep inside her womb, I see a little baby, a baby I fathered, a baby conceived at a very dark wild night, conceived by a Siren long gone that imprinted her powers on this baby's DNA and no sound wave will stop her this time.
Her powers are housed inside a human body, and the only way to stop it is to make sure my own flesh & blood will never see the light of day.
Thank goodness you made it till the end Pees, Love, and a Horrific Halloween. I am out of here!
[Source Pic](All pictures are by MyI & AI unless source is listed)
Encore
Just a little warning for yΒ΄all to recognize some red flags and not fall head-over-heels for a demon in disguise.