Through a Darkened Pane (page 48)

musky

Hello, CoCo,Snowbird,Ziddina,BabaYaga

I hope you all have a great weekend!

BabaYaga

Hiya, Musky! Thank you for the well-wishes, and a very lovely Easter weekend to you!

Love,
Baba.

snowbird

He Touched Me

I'm sure he has no idea how much his beautiful words and gentlemanly bearing helped me through my ups and downs and crazy turns-around, but helped me they did!

The carefully crafted sentences that flowed from his gifted heart and pen were like balm from Gilead to my boisterous soul. I would read his works and immediately a stillness would creep into my anxious mind.

It is said by some that when the student is ready, a teacher will appear. Thank you, my teacher, for touching me and teaching me in such a winsome manner.

Yours in gratitude forever.

Sylvia

ziddina

Hi, Musky, Snowbird, Baba Yaga!!

Hi, COCO!!

I started that story by Joe Hill [been a while, can't remember the author's name for sure...] but cut off in the middle...

To recap, here's the synopsis...

The anti-hero of the story [an editor of a horror magazine, published bi-monthly...] had read a horrific piece of fiction about a blind serial killer teamed up with an obese giant, who preyed upon a young woman. Miraculously, she escaped, but with life-debilitating injuries. Years later, her case unsolved, the young female survivor runs into the gruesome twosome again, only to be taken captive. Upon escaping, she runs thru the woods, to find that she's run in a giant circle, bringing her back into the evil clutches of her captors, again... End of fictional piece within the murder mystery story...

The editor was so impressed with this young man's writing that he sought him out. In the process, however, he learned some very unsavory things about the fledgling author...

For example, his own mother had taken out a restraining order against him...

He has a very large, very obese half-witted brother with a sadistic streak...

And the young man himself lives - with his giant brother - in a dilapidated old house isolated far out in the woods...

Can you guess what happens next??

Zid

snowbird

Wasn't a movie made about that?

Sylvia

compound complex

Greetings, dear Syl and Zid:

Nice to see you both again and experience your warmth and encouragement.

Perhaps there remains some hope for injecting anew into this thread un soupcon d'horreur.

Best wishes for a good day.

CoCo

compound complex

I am pulled as a moth to the flame. Yet, there is no warmth, no light as from a flame. Darkness has seeped into my soul and consumes me. There is no redeemer ...

Though the dark house on the hill won't reveal her exact location to me [is her existence only in my declining state of mind, a floating mirage that toys playfully but cruelly with what few shreds of my questionable sanity remain?]. I am ambivalent regarding this unrelenting draw to an entity whose domination over my servile soul has unhinged me. An entire year of anguish, all for naught, so my more practical self admonishes. Curiosity has become compulsion, a ridiculous and deadly drive to learn what should not be wittingly learned. A lethal affliction.

It was difficult to conceal from my other more objective, discerning side my feigned, casual indifference when given a pair of Bushnells by a friend. My surge of enthusiasm for discovery up close and personal was keen. This hideous dwelling has mocked, distracted and disturbed me mercilessly.

I walk to the promontory, binoculars in hand and put them, trembling, upon the bridge of my nose. Focusing in on the darkened pane, all I had wanted finally - at long last - to know comes sharply into view.

Why, my dear Lord, couldn't I have trusted in you and cast aside the things of darkness? It is too late.

There is no redeemer....

Note to Syl and BTS: I have had writer's block on this TADP for too long. Thanks for the inspiration to free write. May be no good but you got me through it!

CoCo

snowbird

Yay!

CoCo returns!

TADP is resurrected!

Sylvia

compound complex

Thanks, Sylvia!

The Bushnell part is for real.

Now I can go to work, cut weeds and eradicate St. John's Wort with the full knowledge that your sunny day has become all the brighter through my darkness [?!?!?].

Bye for now,

CoCo

compound complex

Immersed in shadow, though the blazing blue sky is without cloud, the massive dwelling compels me to accede to her unspoken but very real demands.

I cannot put down my glasses; they are glued to eyes red and weary but forced to stare in close-up detail the growth of this hideous cancer of wood, stone, glass and whatever evil bond holding the disparate pieces in place. An energy unfamiliar to me has seized hold and will not relinquish its purchase upon my frantic, captive soul. Now, inexorably, I am beholden to the one Father said steer clear of, him whom in nightly prayer we beseeched our Lord to deliver us from.

I am convinced that he dwells there (try as I may to deny the reality of this sordid fantasia) as the Chernabog who made my impressionable 10-year-old self shudder in my then naive innocence while inhaling Disney's masterpiece of music and image.

Innocence is long gone, and culpability - guilt by association - has entered into the room of my heart and soul, and, still, I cannot look away....

Through a Darkened Pane

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