Oh, I suppose I could introduce myself with a small autobiographical unveiling. I could tell you that I have been published, but I am still waiting on the perverbial "deal" to materialize. And that my preferred genre is Horror. OOORRrr....I could just present a short story of my own writing and hope you enjoy it. I'm feeling the latter. This piece seems like it is a hundred years old to me, but in fact, I wrote it just a couple of years ago, when I stayed in a very secluded cabin way up in the mountains....alone. The old cabin had a history carved into the very atmosphere surrounding it, and it spoke to me from the moment I crossed into its' interior. The place was, as they had warned me, quite haunted. Feel free to offer any comments or suggestions.I hope you enjoy this small offering called "a Fire, a Good Book, Cognac and a GHOST". Art courtesy unknown artist at DarkArt.com First comes that particularly uncanny sensation...hairs bristle. Then the wave commences, starting at the base of your spinal cord and races up your back leaving a tingling shockwave throughout your body. Your eyes feel tight, as they bulge in their sockets. Blood corpuscles rupture in the whites, leaving blood shot lines like lightening bolts running through your tear welling eyes. Your muscles are not paralyzed. They are seized up...tightened beyond rigidity. You are essentially frozen. Your head doesn't turn, but your eyes strain to the left to see what is there. Copyright 2007 I'VE DELETED THE REST OF THE STORY, AFTER FINDING OUT THIS IS A LIBERAL FORUM WITH SEDITION AND INSURRECTION, AND ANTI-AMERICAN SENTIMENT AS AN AGENDA, AND HOSTED OUTSIDE THE U.S. I WOULDN'T GET CAUGHT DEAD IN HERE.
