It’s all about the volume

Treat your music like your drink

It’s all about the volume

Treat yourself to the burning in the back of your throat

From the perfect tune

The barman is making screaming eargasms

Making your heart beat and your legs stupid

Bacchus is on the dance floor

Shifting the face off Cupid

So get your earphones

Let the shot go to your head

The music says worry about tomorrow

When you’re dying in bed

To choose your drink

Pick your song

We are young

And the night is long

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Not A Halloween Story

So, I’m going to do something a little different and not write a story. I am not going to talk in a character’s voice in a setting of my design. This is just a theory I had a few years ago and I wanted to run it by you. If you were expecting a horror story, read this till the end, because all I said was this was not a story.

Halloween. The night when the veil between this world and the next is at its weakest. Now I don’t believe in monsters. But many different cultures have spoken about the cracked barrier. So I’m agnostic when it comes to this. But let’s humour the idea for a second. Afterall, you will find people who believe there are far worse things below Heaven than us.

So, monsters can cross over on this night, due to the fact that whatever separates this plain from another has phased. It’s become transparent like a ghost. And there are countless legends of mythological creatures coming to this side. Which is fine; if I believed in the veil and its weakness, it would make sense. Open a door and eventually, something comes through. But nobody thinks about what this open door actually is.

Monsters cross over because they can. But when it comes to an open door, isn’t it possible that we could go through the other way? Isn’t it possible we could be taken there? What is stopping evil doing just that? Dragging us to the other side, begging, kicking, screaming. To a place we barely see a fraction of on one night of the year. Hell, I can imagine a beast made of fear and malice grabbing my ankle with it’s teeth, and come sunrise, I would be in a place where ivory fangs digging into my flesh would be the happiest memory I will ever have, from now until eternity. And the last marks I make in this world would be the ones I scratched on the floorboards. But this is just a theory…right ?

Probably…I mean, I give the idea of monsters the benefit of the doubt because people have “claimed” to have seen and heard them. From the phrase “The devil made me do it” to people swearing they saw ghosts. I’m not giving my theory any credibility because no one has come forward saying they were taken to the other side on halloween by nefarious creatures. Not one. But then again, how could they?

Why would we even hear about it? What if those people who were taken, are never heard from again? What if they remain trapped there, forever? What if the most horrifying stories, are the ones we never get to hear? But it’s just a theory…right?

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