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Forays into Flash Fiction: The Black-Eyed Kids

Once again, Angela Goff has inspired a bit of microfiction with her Visual Dares. She said that she was looking forward to seeing my entry this week, and I hope it doesn’t disappoint. I modified the theme a bit (you can see the photo that inspired this at Angela’s blog, Anonymous Legacy) to include one of my favorite modern urban legends — the Black Eyed Kids. Enjoy!

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Night had fallen, and I had just slipped into my easy chair after a long day’s work.

Someone knocked on my door.

“Who could that be?” I grumbled, wondering at the same time why a feeling of cold dread had settled in my gut. It grew as I approached the door and opened it.

Two children, a boy and a girl, dressed in clothing from another century stood on my doorstep.

“Can I help you?” I said, voice quivering.

“May we use your telephone?” the boy said. The girl stared at me, silent.

I nearly said yes, despite my fear. They’re just kids, I thought.

Then I noticed their eyes.

They were completely black.

Needless to say, I didn’t let them in.

Now every knock gives me a panic attack. I can’t step outside without wondering if those black-eyed kids are nearby. Watching…

Thirty Years Later, and Nobody Learned Not to Open the Necronomicon: A Review of Evil Dead (2013)

Evil Dead poster, from IMDB.com. You can see the hype =P

Evil Dead poster, from IMDB.com. You can see the hype =P

I will admit it — the red band trailer has had me excited for Evil Dead for months now. Now, normally I don’t get excited about much of anything, especially a modern horror flick and ESPECIALLY a remake. but my normal guardedness fell away for some reason with Evil Dead. I really like the original trilogy (I own all three), and frankly I haven’t seen a decent horror flick in the theater for a long time.

And that was what Evil Dead shaped up to be — a decent horror flick. It really doesn’t live up to the legacy of the original Evil Dead, but that’s how it is with remakes most of the time. It was a pretty solid movie, I thought. It was very well shot, and the sound effects were done very well. It had some downright creepy scenes, and I thought it did a good job ratcheting up the tension overall.

However, despite its technical proficiency, there was something missing. Despite having a bigger budget, better special effects, and the benefit of modern film technology, it wasn’t as creepy or fun as the original. Some of it had to do with the protagonist, and the fact that he was as dense as granite. Word to the wise: when people are carving their face off with broken glass, it probably isn’t because of a virus, especially if your hippie-looking (stupidly) read from a mysterious, flesh bound book only a couple hours ago. Some of it had to do with the contrived nature of the set up — for example, I’m certified to teach high school, but nowhere in the process did they teach me to read ancient Sumerian.
Not that I would read it to myself, out loud, when the book CLEARLY SAYS NOT TO!

See, that’s what bothered me the most, I think. The original is 32 years old and shot on a quarter million dollar budget, yet the writing is tighter and it is overall a much creepier movie. I mean, look at how they got around the pretty ridiculous scene I mentioned above — in the original, they find the Necronomicon in the basement beside a recorder containing the notes of an archeologist who is studying it. They play a section of the recorder where the archeologist reads an incantation from the book out loud, and thus accidentally summon the demons that torment them that night. Much more elegant, and it has a creep-factor bonus, since a fairly innocuous action brought about horrific consequences.

It isn’t really fair to compare a remake to the original. On the other hand, Evil Dead has been remade before — Evil Dead 2 was basically a remake, despite being billed as a sequel, and many regard it as better than the original. So perhaps it is a fair comparison. Don’t get the wrong impression though — I did like the Evil Dead remake. It was gory, creepy, and generally fun to watch in a theater full of squawking teenagers. But it doesn’t hold a candle to the original.

Lights in the Sky–The Scandinavian Ghost Rockets

An alleged ghost rocket. Many suspect the object was a meteor.

An alleged ghost rocket. Many suspect the object was a meteor.

The year was 1946. One year previous, the most devastating war in human history reached its bloody conclusion. A good portion of the world lay in ruins, with millions dead and millions more displaced. While the embers of the previous war had not yet died out, the fires of a new one were growing–what we know today as the Cold War between the United States and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

The former allies were not shy about looting the corpse of the Nazi Empire for whatever scientific knowledge they could get their hands on. Both sides shuttled Nazi scientists and weaponry back home to aid their own research programs. While the United States was the only country at the time with nuclear weapons, fears that the USSR would not be far behind were rampant. The scramble to secure rocket and other technology, stoked by fears of Soviet military power, laid the underpinnings of the arms race that would characterize the next fifty years of world history.

It was against the backdrop of war and the threat of war that reports of mysterious objects began coming out of Sweden, and later other Scandinavian countries. Eye witnesses reported seeing strange, missile-like objects in the sky. The objects zipped through the sky at incredible speeds, completely silent. They appeared to lack wings or any discernible aerodynamic features. A few reports described cigar-shaped objects moving at lower speeds, accompanied by  a low rumbling sound. Most of the objects flew horizontally, and they followed the large features of the ground below them.

No one in the Swedish government could figure out what the things were. Many sightings were attributed to  meteors, but not all could be explained away. All told, between May and December of 1946, there were 2000 sightings of strange lights in the Scandinavian sky, some of them accompanied by radar signatures. One of the first assumptions officials  made was that these strange objects were the test firings of rockets, possibly from the Soviet Union. That brought the US and the British into the mix, but the western Allies couldn’t turn up much themselves.

The rocket test hypothesis was pretty reasonable, given the time period. The Soviets did occupy Peenemunde, which was a secret German test site where V1 and V2 rockets were developed and tested. However, later research in the Soviet archives,  presumably after the fall of the USSR in 1989, showed that the captured German equipment was moved to Poland, and the Soviets never tested rockets at Peenemunde. Plus, the ghost rockets exhibited behavior that wasn’t feasible given the state of rocket technology in 1946. There was nothing at the time that could fly without apparent aerodynamic features like fins, nor was there anything that could follow ground features like the ghost rockets. Many of the objects sighted looked and acted like modern cruise missiles, but no one had that kind of technology at the time Also, some objects were seen to perform hairpin turns and maneuver in formation, something even modern cruise missiles can’t do.

Several of the objects were said to crash, lending credence to the idea that the sightings were of a top secret missile test program. After all, failures of some sort are expected with any new technology. However, investigations of crash sites turned up little more than craters and some bent vegetation.

So what were the ghost rockets? Nobody really knows for sure. They are quite literally UFOs–unidentified flying objects. Be they the results of top secret missile testing, mis-identification, or something of a less Earthly variety, we aren’t going to know anytime soon.

Two Months Left! Two Months Left!

Man, being a substitute teacher really takes me back. Sure, I’m on the other side of the desk, but being around young people (Good lord, I sound like I’m 80!) reminds me of how it was for me back then. It really hasn’t been all that long since I graduated — back in 2006 — but it’s amazing how much things have changed. A lot of kids openly carry cell phones, for example. When I was in school, even having a phone much less using it in class would be a detention. Now? Kids can use them, openly in some schools.

But as the old cliche goes, “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” The last few months before the end of the school year were, and from what I’ve seen still are, torture. The last place anyone wants to be, teachers included, when the temperatures rise and the trees bud is a stuffy little classroom.

Of course, a lot of kids are really busy this time of year, what with prom and all the other things that come toward the end of the year. I didn’t do a lot in school, so for me the time just dragged, the anticipation of the summer months building. I personally hated school. Sure it was easy for me, but I hated being forced to get up early and being made to socialize when I really would rather be left alone to play video games or read books.

Now again I am looking down the barrel of the last two months or so of the school year, this time as a substitute teacher. And it doesn’t mean vacation — now it means unemployment, at least until next school year if I decide to do it again. Subbing isn’t all it is cracked up to be, that is for certain. Easy job, for the most part, but the work is sporadic and frankly it’s pretty boring. It’s something since I can’t find work elsewhere. Now the job hunt begins again (okay, I’ve been hunting for the last couple of months, but still). Not certain how successful I’ll be, but hey, you gotta try right? (Quick aside: my novel is coming along nicely. If all goes well, it should be out the on Kindle and other platforms the last quarter of this year. That’s right: Aral-Kahn, Book 1 of Gods and Emperors, is on its way!)

Still, if only I could be back in high school again, on the cusp of a glorious three months of freedom, rather than having to worry about being unemployed or my health insurance running out in December. Ah well. That’s what memories are for.

Project SUNSHINE, or the Time When Your Government Became Bodysnatchers

US Atomic Energy Commission LogoThe Cold War was a strange, strange era. The U.S. and the USSR jockeyed for supremacy in every field, but no field of the simmering conflict was fiercer nor more potentially disastrous than the competition to build a better Bomb. Both sides engaged in atmospheric nuclear tests until the Nuclear Test Ban Treaty of 1963, when both sides agreed to a moratorium on the practice.

What could bring two opposing super powers to the table to make such a historical agreement? Well, both sides increasingly worried over the effect nuclear fall out was having on the biosphere. These days we take for granted our understanding of radiation and its dangers, but it is good to bear in mind that back in the Cold War, especially in the late 40′s clear through the 60′s, there was a lot we didn’t know about radiation and how it might effect people and the environment.

That of course didn’t stop us from detonating hundreds of nuclear weapons out in the deserts of the Southwest, and out in the Pacific. Still, the Atomic Energy Commission was interested in discovering just how nasty radiation could be to the biosphere. So they commissioned Project GABRIEL to discover the impact of radioactive fallout. The study found that Strontium-90 was the worst culprit in terms of its impact on biology. The next step was to figure out the impact of radiation on the world’s population, which led the AEC to commission the innocuously named Project SUNSHINE in 1953.

That’s where things started to get ghoulish.

You see, the goal of the project was to figure out the global dispersion of Sr-90. To do this, the researchers measured the concentrations of the isotope in dead flesh and bones, particularly the remains of infants as their growing bones accumulate Sr-90 more readily. Now that sounds bad enough, but when you get into science you’re used to dealing with weird stuff. Besides, it wasn’t like the researchers just went out and yanked bodies out of graves without telling anyone, right? …right?

Wrong, unfortunately. This is a quote from AEC Commissioner Willard Libby: “So human samples are of prime importance and if anybody knows how to do a good job of body snatching, they will really be serving their country.”

So, yeah. A government agency actively engaged in body snatching for God and Country. If that’s not mad science, I don’t know what is.

A Cemetery Walk

CemeteryI like to take walks in cemeteries. To some people, that might seem a morbid or depressing past time, but I don’t see it that way. There’s nothing ghoulish at all about it; in fact, I think cemetery walks can be very healthy for both the mind and body. I believe people, especially Americans, miss the point of cemeteries. Did you know that, in its lifetime, a grave will be visited only twice, on average? Doesn’t that seem sad to you?

Of course, I doubt that the dead person cares one way or another. Not to be flip, but I’m not one of those who believe that the dearly departed are hovering around their grave sites taking tally of who visits them and who leaves the best flowers. If there is an after-life, I’m sure my grandpas are both a bit too busy doing whatever the afterlife consists of to worry about that. And if there isn’t an afterlife, well, they wouldn’t be conscious so they wouldn’t know the difference.

Frankly, it doesn’t matter either way. Cemeteries are not for the dead, but rather places for the living. They are meant to be a place of remembrance, where we go to touch the memories of loved ones who have gone on. Cemeteries are also reminders of our own finite lifespans. In this way, they are sacred places, because they show us the truth of impermanence. This life and all its trappings end. There is no way around it. There is no escape. That is simply how the world functions.

However, that isn’t a terribly palatable thought for most people. We are so disconnected from death. Certainly, most people know that they are going to die, but I don’t think it hits us where we live until a loved one moves into the great beyond. Even then, Death is held at arms length. The whole process of the funeral and burial is a whirlwind, and it feels like little more than a business transaction. When it’s all done, we’re left shell shocked, not quite sure what happened. I speak from grim experience; in the last five or six years, I’ve lost a lot of people. Two grandfathers, a close family friend, members of my old church family, and others.

Despite the loss, I still like to walk in cemeteries. They do not depress me. They are reminders of impermanence, a sacred space of quiet and peace where a person can see Reality for what it is. The fact of our inevitable Death does not have to be a frightful thing. It simply is. Everything in this world is impermanent, including the world itself. We are here for a little while, a single wave on the vast ocean of the Universe, driven by the winds of karma until conditions are no longer right for our continued existence. While we do not have to take a walk in a cemetery to realize these things, sometimes walking in peace among those who have gone on can help us realize it.

So take a walk in the cemetery sometime, if you don’t do so already. At the very least, you’ll have a peaceful walk.

A Note to My Loyal Subscribers: We’re Back, Baby!

Okay, so there was a mild SNAFU when I switched this beast over from wordpress.com to wordpress.org. Namely, my stats and subscribers did not make the transition with me. It took a little while for me to realize the error, and to get around to fixing it. Actually, I didn’t do much–the wonderful people at WordPress took care of things for me.

So now everyone can be up to date. The only issue is that if you followed me using your WordPress Reader, you will now no longer get updates via email. My posts will only come to your WordPress Reader. If that works for you, that works for me too. However if it doesn’t and you happen to see this post, please use the subscription widget over on the right to subscribe via email. Sorry about any inconvenience that may cause anyone!

As for the new lay out, I hope you enjoy it. I’ll be doing the same posting schedule as usual: Tuesdays are whatever days, Thursdays are about weird stuff. Thanks for making the transition with me, and I hope you continue to read and enjoy my content. I’ve got good stuff coming your way, both from the blog and from other projects I’m working on, including a fantasy series called Gods and Emperors, a nonfiction book about mass hysteria, and a possible horror anthology. So stay tuned!

Bizarre Buddhism– The Tulpa

Friar Tuck, carrying Robin Hood on his back.  Alexandra David-Neel claimed to manifest a tulpa in the image of Friar Tuck

Friar Tuck, carrying Robin Hood on his back. Alexandra David-Neel claimed to manifest a tulpa in the image of Friar Tuck

Imagine being able to create a being or object with only your thoughts. No, not in the way that writers do when they conjure a story; rather, an actual physical manifestation that others can see. Does it sound far fetched? Maybe, but adherents of traditional Tibetan Buddhism believe it is possible to do so, if a person can attain enough sustained concentration. The resulting beings are called tulpa, or thought-forms as we in the West might call them.

It was said that the practice of manifesting tulpas was a feat that could be performed by bhodisattvas, or practitioners who have attained a level of spiritual enlightenment just below that of the Buddha. The goal of doing this was to project phantom versions of themselves into many worlds, all at once, to shine the light of the Dharma there. However, one did not have to be the Buddhist equivalent of a demi-god to perform the feat; really, anyone with the right knowledge and practice could do so. Precisely what practices are performed aren’t clear, but allegedly some of them could be found in the Tibetan Book of the Dead, a tome full of cryptic Tibetan practices and religious rights.

However, like many things, just because you can do them doesn’t mean you should. Accounts from Tibetan mystics of all stripes claim that manifesting a tulpa is not a process to be undertaken lightly, that the process can be dangerous or even deadly for those who lack deep spiritual discipline. After a certain point, when the tulpa has manifested and grown strong, it will outgrow its master, and begin to slip the leash. It can become a menace at that point, even killing its master.

A woman by the name of Alexandra David-Neel gives an eerie account of her own attempt at making a tulpa. She is credited with introducing the tulpa to the West, where it later became folded into extant occult traditions as a ‘thought-form’. David-Neel was one of the first Westerners allowed into Tibet to study their traditions and culture. She became fascinated with the various mystical practices among the Tibetans, particularly the tulpa. She decided to try the practice for herself, and claimed she manifested a tulpa who looked like a jolly Friar Tuck.

However, the monk began to take on a life of its own. She claimed it appeared when she was not thinking of it, and that others in the camp began to ask her who the robed stranger was. Over time, she noticed the once jolly monk creature began to slim down and grow malevolent in appearance. She decided it was time to do away with it at that point, and after a six month struggle she was able to absorb it back into her own mind.

Does it sound like something out of a fantasy novel? Certainly. But then, we know the capacity for the human mind to deceive itself. Cryptids of all stripes live on in the conscience of society at large, taking on a life apart from their dubious biological existence. You could consider beings like Bigfoot, the Beast of Bray Road, and otherstulpa, who exist only because the human imagination gives them life. In that way, tulpa are very real.

Death of a Kitty Cat

It's Cuddles! Kind of an old picture, but this was how he looked before he became sick--sleek and shiny :)

It’s Cuddles! Kind of an old picture, but this was how he looked before he became sick–sleek and shiny :)

A week ago yesterday, we had to put down Cuddles, our oldest cat. Over the last year or so, the old geezer started to lose weight. We were concerned, but when animals get old their digestive systems don’t work quite as efficiently, and they start to slim down a bit. When we started feeding him richer foods (canned food mostly), he did start to recover a bit. Then last October my land lord died, and my brother and I wound up moving back in with my parents. That meant the old man cat had to leave the place he called home for fifteen years.

He seemed to adapt to his new surroundings pretty well, and he set about happily tormenting the girl cats. There were some strange things though, as he was still scrawny and he would walk around and cry at night. About a week before we put him down, he started to vomit and refuse food. We knew that the jig was about up when that started to happen–he never refused canned food. We couldn’t even get him to eat yogurt, another favorite. It turned out that his little kidneys were failing. There were things we could do to extend his life, but we decided it best to put him down. My mom and I stayed with him while the injection worked. It was very peaceful–he fell asleep, and then his suffering ended.

I do not believe in taking extraordinary measures to save an animal. They cannot consent to what is being done to them. All they know is that they don’t feel well and you are poking them, prodding them, and forcing pills down their throat. The modern world seems to have strange views about Death. It is almost as if we believe on some level that Death is something that can be defeated, or at the very least should be fought at all costs.

It wasn’t pleasant to put Cuddles down, but that was what was best for him. He was suffering. He lived a long, happy life. It was his time–pills, injections, and special diets would have only staved off the inevitable. There are times that it is best to let go. Clinging too tightly only brings more suffering to all involved. Living and dying are one–there cannot be life without death. If something is alive, it will eventually age, sicken, and die. It cannot be any other way, because we live in an impermanent, imperfect world. That behooves us not to take our loved ones for granted, be they furry and four-legged or human, because they are only here for a little while.

I’ll miss the old man cat, but it is better this way. He lived a good, long life. Frankly, he lived better than most cats and probably a lot of people. In the end, what more could a cat ask for?

We Are Back!

We are back folks! I’ve successfully transferred everything over to Blue Host. So far as I know, I’ve worked out all the kinks, but as with anything there will be unforeseen issues that will arise. So bear with me as I work out any kinks. I have not been able to determine if those of you who followed me using the old wordpress.com features have made the transition with me–I hope so, and to me it seems likely since I kept getting notifications of your guy’s activities while I had the site down. So if you get this in your feed or however you see my posts, give me a shout out so I know you’re still around!

As for some of the other things I’d planned to do, I am holding off on them for now. It’s enough to get the blog back up and running. I’ve missed it during my hiatus, brief though it was. It’s time to get back in the swing of things, and then worry about fancy stuff.

So, we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled mayhem this week. Just a reminder that new posts go up Tuesday and Thursday each week, with the occasional Saturday post. I’ve got a lot more good stuff coming for you guys, so stay tuned!

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