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The young man kissed her tenderly as she folded her arms around his neck. Running one hand through his hair as the other gripped her flashlight. The late autumn breeze caused the house to creak. Decaying floorboards seemed to shift to the left, then back into place. The young man’s flashlight stood on its end, lighting up the tiny upstairs room. Slowly, he unzipped the windbreaker the young lady was wearing. Letting out a thin, pleasant gasp, she drew him tighter as she pushed herself against the wall.         Placing his hands on her hips. He moved to kiss her neck. Moaning through a whisper, she wet her lips. As the young man continued. The young lady felt a tender caress on her cheek. The young man's hands had left her hips and were now moving up her shirt. Opening her eyes in a panic. There, standing in front of the exposed window, a man stood dressed in overalls and a checked shirt. His hair short, dark, a patchy mustache clung to his upper lip. A grin inches across his face,

       The apartment was hollow, with the drapes drawn close. Splinters of the evening sun drifted through. As the man walked through the dwelling, no audible voices echoed from the walls and ceiling. His toes and ankles cracked with each footfall. Engaging the lamp switch, the air conditioner bellowed to life. Draping the cavity of the structure in Arctic air. Soft white light filled the master bathroom. Dark rings surrounded the man’s eyes as he gazed into the mirror. Fatigued was his body from the lack of sleep. Apprehensiveness pulsed through his veins as he tried to brush his teeth. The minutes ticked by.  Undressing, the man started the shower. Steam copulated with the mirror before he entered. The hot water ran over achy muscles. Releasing the fragments of sorrow. He never imagined that he would be in this place. Especially after being away so long. The feeling of being alone is a foreign concept to him. When every waking moment of being surrounded by his family. Kids running a

“Come get lost with me tonight, like we used to.”  Abby just stared out the passenger window, trying to find the stars in the darkness. Without turning to Simon, she replied,  “No. Those days are gone and Ron is waiting for me.”  The door clicked open, the cab light came on as she exited. Closing the door behind her, she left Simon alone in the dashboard glow. Soon, headlight beams swirled from Abby’s car turning around to leave the dirt parking lot.  It had been an hour since Simon had left the lot and headed for the hills to get lost. Drifting back into memories, he lit another cigarette. The flame danced in the air coming from the open window. He watched the flame connect to the cig. Paper burned to black and glowing yellow as tobacco combusted. Lost in memories and motor skills, Simon did not notice the man walking along the side of the dirt road. Quickly swerving to the left, the pick up started to fishtail before being corrected. The vehicle came to a complete stop.  Dust bil

    This year for the 13 Days of Halloween I decided that I would watch movies from the last two years that I have had on my watch list and just haven't gotten to or some that have just crossed my path this year. Last year I only posted on Instagram. So if you are interested in seeing my selections for last year come take a  look.  All right my fellow Fiends grab some Popcorn, Candy corn and a 2 liter of Pepsi its showtime! When the infamous "Sweet Sixteen Killer" returns 35 years after his first murder spree to claim another victim, 17-year-old Jamie accidentally travels back in time to 1987, determined to stop the killer before he can start.  (2023/10/06) Comedy, Horror   Amy and Mike unearth a centuries-old curse when they decide to watch an exclusive film reel. The duo must track down an infamous filmmaker and navigate a town of hungry zombies to save the world.  (2023/09/01) Comedy, Horror  Don't Kill Me: 19-year-old Mirta dies of drug overdose with her

          Night had laid herself down like a virgin on the Gros Ventre campground. A generator purred at the far end of the compound. Here and there a few lights could be seen in camping trailers and tents; other than that, all was black. No stars in the Wyoming sky looked down on these traveling sarcophaguses made of fiberglass and nylon that resided among the cottonwoods that stretched to the heavens. The wind started to rise, gently caressing the Teton Valley. "Will you take the baby out by the fire and see if that will help?" mumbled Kate as the infant started to cry more. Grant climbed out of his cocoon to have the cold attack him. He dressed quickly as the cries got louder and louder, the baby wanting to be out of the cold as well. Scooping the child up, he then exited the tent. The chiming of Grant's watch indicated that it was now eleven as he tossed another log on the fire. Turning to his camp chair, he picked up the child that was bundled in the heavy horse b