My head had bumped into a grate – more so like a cage rather than just a grate. And inside the cage, in a small dirt and concrete cell, sat a woman.
Everyone in Howeville, Virginia knew about the Barnes Family Curse, but no one knew more about it than me.
Out of anywhere on the acres and acres of property, the only place I wasn’t allowed to be was that basement.
For someone who has spent over a decade honing their lucid dreaming skills, suddenly not being able to remember a nightmare can be even more disturbing than the nightmare itself.
“I was kidnapped with my mother in our car. I was burnt by cigarettes, cut on my face and genitals, and was stomped and punched in the head.”
“We had a middle school teacher murder his wife, his wife’s lover, and the two children of the lover. When I was in his class years before, he would do things like call 8th grade girls whores in front of the class. He also said he had a gun and would kill anyone that ever messed with his family. I guess the warning signs were there.”
“I could feel my knees buckling like I was on a trampoline as it happened…It feels like your imminently about to die.”
There is evil in the beauty that surrounds us.
Being frightened of us is the most rational thing in the world.
The service I offered was simple. You wanted a guy beaten up, I was your guy. I caught the guy at just the right time, picked a fight with him, and won. Always won.