It's pretty top end. It's also learning... Possibly planning...
I don't know.
Statistics: Posted by PS Power — Tue Nov 01, 2022 8:20 pm
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You have heard of cursed images? A picture that, just by seeing it, or reposting it in the wrong place, could cause you to be haunted, hunted or even killed?
This image, an innocent looking thing, is actually a merging of Xi Jinping, tyrannical leader of China and the classic and beloved children's book character, Winnie the Pooh...
People have been arrested, made to vanish, and rumors claim, killed for posting such an image. Or so the legend goes.
I can't recommend reposting it. Small images seen by only a dozen people might escape notice. I might be dead, of course. There is real danger here. A simple image, honestly cursed, in a way that could destroy nations, if used incorrectly.
Probably not.
But...
Possibly...
Statistics: Posted by PS Power — Mon Oct 24, 2022 8:32 pm
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She. Wasn't. There.
Statistics: Posted by PS Power — Sat Oct 22, 2022 2:30 am
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Statistics: Posted by PS Power — Mon Oct 17, 2022 8:34 am
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Now, for the first time, you can learn the real secrets of...
The Adams Family.
Far from a goofy but loveable cast of interesting characters, the Boston Adams clan was dark, and filled with a loathing for their fellows. Their real story, covered up with cute comic characterizations and a rather famous television and movie franchise, has been nothing more than a smoke screen for the horrors that they brought into their community.
To learn the real story, we need to go back in time.
Imagine, if you will, a cool and blustery October day, near the docks of Boston harbor. The family lived in a grand, but run down old manor that had seen better days. Truly, many in the area worried about anyone living there at all. There were rumors that the place was haunted, after all.
First, we need to examine the patriarch of this evil family.
Gomez Adams. A man of mystery, though to be a refugee from Spain, coming through Ellis Island as so many did in the nineteen tens and twenties. He spoke English well, but with a slight accent that set him apart from those around him. What he was good at, it seemed, was business, and his chosen occupation was making people who thwarted organized crime disappear.
Only, of course, his love for the dead didn't stop at making people that way. When the police finally raided the mansion, forty-three corpses were found, each arranged is a delicate pose...
Nothing more than that made it into the police records, but from reading between the lines we have to gather that it's much worse than it sounds.
Morticia Adams Morticia Blavatsky grew up in Boston, and was a native. Her abusive father and step-mother sold her on the streets of that fine city until she was twenty-six years old. In revenge, she used their bodies to make "potions" and good luck charms. That, needing to hide the deaths, is believed to be how she first met Gomez Adams.
In Morticia, Gomez found his ideal mate. Burned into insanity by the cruelty and depravity of the streets and her own parents, she was willing to do anything her new love needed.
Anything at all.
Fester Adams. Also known as "Uncle Fester".
This man is an enigma, but he is believed to have been known once as Donald Givens, before hooking up with Gomez and Morticia.
Not only was he the perfect Renfield, "Fester" reveled in the art of the serial killer. His antics and strange appearance were, in the end, what brought the Family to police attention.
It get's worse in a way, from here...
Now we must discuss, the Children.
Pugsly Adams.
Different from the others, young Pugsly didn't embrace the life of death and necrophilia as easily as the others. Instead, he pushed into communist agitation. An activity his family reviled, as it took him away from their work, molesting the dead.
Through the nineteen twenties, thirties and forties, he influenced the Greater Boston area with his missives and tracts. After that, he became...
A Baptist minister.
Which was only a cover for darker activities he was led into by his sister, Wednesday, who, after their parents fled to the old country, was left to fulfill their dark calling.
Wednesday Adams.
It would be easy to assume that the dark and brooding girl was simply a killer. A necrophile and insane psychopath. Even in the comedic treatments, she was all of those things, or at least parts of that are hinted at, if you know to pay attention.
The reality is a broader and, in many ways, darker matter, by far.
Yes, she killed and made bodies vanish for certain criminal organizations. Unlike Gomez, she understood that the police were watching and that such operations needed to be done as quietly as possible. As a cover, she and Pugsly subverted some of his parishioners and started a house of ill-repute, right there in the old mansion.
The police, well paid off to look the other way on prostitution, never guessed what was really going on, right under their noses. Then, who would? A virtual death factory, complete with crematorium in the backyard, in the heart of Boston's old district?
It wasn't until the house was set for demolition in nineteen-seventy-seven that anyone even bothered to check the basement. There they found, in a hidden catacomb that was nearly missed, thousands of skulls and long bones, each charred, but not broken all the way down.
Along with signs of satanic rituals and sex magic having taken place.
Like the older Adams, Wednesday and Pugsly both vanished. Picking up stakes and leaving one day. The legend has it that they reunited with their parents and "Uncle" Fester, and are carrying on their dark arts and loves still, over a hundred years later.
Using the slick and humorous comedy we all know and love as a cover for who they truly are. For what they truly are.
Statistics: Posted by PS Power — Thu Oct 13, 2022 2:44 pm
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A short story (brand new for Halloween 2022!) in the Damsel universe.
When the candy isn't made for Halloween, Hannah de Payser and her friends have to set this to right. Creating a legend in the process.
It is not the time of...
The Candy Witch!
Statistics: Posted by PS Power — Mon Oct 10, 2022 2:50 pm
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This is an Erotic Short Story for Halloween.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BHKW9RP3
If you like that kind of content, it's well worth a look. If you don't... Well, you know the drill on that one!
Statistics: Posted by PS Power — Sun Oct 09, 2022 9:04 am
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The worst part about them, is that you know they are real. They exist. No one can deny that. As hard as they try...
Everyday, at any time, a clown may suddenly appear. When it happens, it is almost always a very bad thing.
Clowns...
Fear them.
Statistics: Posted by PS Power — Fri Oct 07, 2022 8:58 pm
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Imagine, for a moment, that you are walking on a deserted country road. The wind whips through the trees, gently, but just loud enough that you can’t be certain if you’re hearing the sounds of rustling leaves or… Something else. A chill tried to crawl down your spine, as sweat drips. The night is warm and a bit sticky, leaving you feeling uncomfortable.
Also, even if you won’t admit it to yourself, just a bit off. Scared. Only a little bit, of course. You’re an adult after all, not a child, to hide your head under the covers as if a thin blanket offered real protection from things that can bypass the security systems of your day to day life.
You feel it, however. Just a bit, at the edges of your mind. The night is dark, lit by only the moon above. You can see the clouds moving in front of it, rapidly. You keep walking. Hoping to make it home before it rains, or perhaps something else happens. There are no cars. You haven’t seen anyone for hours. Only the sound of the leaves, if it’s that, is there to keep you company at all.
Then you look up. Just with your eyes at first, and see… Something. A reflection that shouldn’t be there. Perhaps it’s a bush catching the light. Maybe it’s… No, you see in now, or rather through it. The form of a woman. Standing there, in the distance, about sixty or seventy feet away. You freeze. Going still, as you watch her. Standing there. Gently moving.
Your heart pounds and the sweat increases as you debate running. After all, there’s no help for you out there, on a lonely country road. Then you pause. After all, this, obviously, is just a woman, out in the night. Probably for the same reason you are or something similar. Not moving, you watch her for a moment. Then, in an instant, the translucent form is gone.
You’ve just seen a ghost.
The white lady…
La Llorona, if you are in the southern part of the world.
Fear take you then. You run back the way you came. You think about what you saw. The sounds… Was the wind actually a howl? A moaning in pain and grief? Possibly. Did she move closer to you at one point? That bit of white on the right, that could have been her reaching out. Seeking to sink you in the water, in vengeance for her lost, drowned children, or beckoning you to you doom, if you seek to lie with her, being unfaithful to your wife.
The white, that might have been a wedding dress…
Your head spins as you run, trying to survive the night. Not knowing if you are cursed forever, and being hunted now, by a force you cannot hope to understand.
The trouble is, while very common, this wasn’t a ghost. Not most likely.
No, this is the White Lady illusion. In low light conditions, when looking at an upward angle, people tend to see a bit of whispy whitness. Not everyone, and not all the time, of course. Indeed, I’ve seen this hundreds of times myself. Sometimes it can even be pretty convincing as to what you’re looking at.
So, not so much of a ghost, as the start of one of the most famous urban legends. One that spans most of the world, including cultures where women have never dressed that way. You are, in this one case, safe, given that.
Unless, you know, you took a picture and she showed up in it. In that case, well, then it probably wasn’t an illusion at all.
*This year I’m starting with the harmless things and working up to some things that you might not want to know about, in the last week of October. You’ve been warned.
Statistics: Posted by PS Power — Tue Oct 04, 2022 12:45 am
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No one can ever know how the Month of Halloween will go. It's haunted, you know. Then, we live in a very haunted world, don't we? Most ignore what's around them all the time. We refuse to see what is there in the night, or when we turn out heads in the wrong direction, just a bit too quick.
Sometimes, though, it's good to stare boldly at the things normally hidden.
Unless it isn't.
Stay tuned and check back here daily. You won't want to miss out!
Statistics: Posted by PS Power — Sun Oct 02, 2022 4:01 pm
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