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Review: Bates Motel (Haunted Attraction)

Posted in Review with tags , , , , , , , , on November 3, 2018 by Lilliandra Winters

maxresdefaultI had the wonderful pleasure of being escorted to The Bates Motel & Haunted Hayride by Xander this year. Now you have seen a few reviews of this particular attraction from my beautiful best friend, but this year I thought I would take the time and tell you what I think of this place.

We always want to go to all of the haunted houses in the area, but we aren’t rich or have that kind of time. Every year we want to plan ahead, but we realize it’s two weeks until Halloween and Bates Motel is our automatic go to. That isn’t a bad thing. If anything, it is a huge compliment.

We know what the price will be, we know where it’s located, we know we are getting fried oreos and we know we will have fun.

We arrived at the muddy cold farm grounds EARLY. Being this close to Halloween, wescreen-shot-2013-09-19-at-10-38-23-pm assumed that the place would be packed and earlier is better. However, it was nearly pouring rain as we were driving and was still drizzling pretty strong when we arrived. After we retrieved our tickets (paid online beforehand, an easy and quick process to get in), we hid in the merchandise shop for a bit, freezing Xander bought a hoodie, very comfortable and reasonably priced, and plotted what we were going to do in what order.

We took a few moment to watch the Coffin Ride. I tried to convince her to go with me but she refused and there was no way I was going to do it by myself. You climb into a coffin that plays audio and bumps up and down. It lasts about 2 minutes and you are all done. The few people we saw enter the ride enjoyed the experience. This year they also had an onsite Escape Room to promote their Escape Rooms that just opened up in West Chester, PA. We did not do the on site mini escape room they had, but are interested in going to their main site in West Chester.

7-0Now even arriving at 6:15pm, it was dark quickly, which is what you want when you go to any type of haunted house. We typically start with the maze, however the ground was muddy and we were told we’d have to wait a bit, so we made our way to the Haunted Hayride. We stood in line until past 7pm. Now we have never been there that early, so we didn’t know that it appears most rides don’t open until 7pm. We talked and my first jump scare happened. Now, if most of you don’t know, I don’t scare. Not easily, at least. I wasn’t paying attention and noticed Xander staring over my shoulder, turned to a face off with a  ghoul and jumped. I don’t scream, but I do jump. In the 3 times that I’ve been there, I have only been jump scared once. Yonight I jumped 4 times. We won’t talk about how many times Xander jumped (for your information, it was A LOT).

Climbing into the Hayride is never fun but we welcomed the warmth of the fire displays. Riding along under the Dragon’s Mouth, we were witness to many a zombie, maniac, demon, abomination, asylum patient and some things I have yet to identify.

One of the many things that I love is that in coming back year after year is watching the whole place evolve. They had many new animatronics this year that I don’t remember being there last year. All awesome, my only regret was that many of these amazing monstrous beings had no sound. They would jump, their mouths would open and no sound. I do understand that sound would have to be added, the addition of speakers and players. I get all of that, but I feel like it would finalize these terrifying additions. I love beats, baddies and ghouls, but without sound they really didn’t come to life for me.

5-0I did also miss being closed in on the Hayrides. I wasn’t sure if they didn’t do that because they were running behind or if they stopped it all together, but it was missed this year. Other than that the rides were great. The cold and wet didn’t stop the actors from jumping out and giving it their all. It was a chilling start to the night.

Deciding to bare with the cold, we moved onto the Maze, Revenge of the Scarecrows, I think was the name this year. Here, I jumped twice, I think, mainly because I volunteered to go first (which I will never do again because there was far less screaming from the other unsuspecting people in the group), and people would jump out from behind doors.

I always feel bad going first, I feel that they work so hard for that jump or scream and typically I disappoint them with a simple… ‘Hey’ or ‘Sup’ and head nod. Sometimes I just laugh, I think it’s hilarious. Again, the upgrades were great. Actors well placed. Rooms spot on and the clowns scared Xander appropriately. I want to thank the clown that followed her as we continued, that filled my heart with joy.

sitting-room-bates-motel** Side note, friends, I want to be sorry for creeping out the people around me while we were there. I’m not. I uttered things such as, ‘That’s what I came for’ after a girl apologized for screaming. ‘Thank you, Daddy’ when an actor told me to take my medication (the Asylum section) and ‘Next time we need more screamers, they make it fun.’ I’m not even a little sorry, I LOVE Haunted Houses, I’m just representing me **

So we moved onto the Haunted House. Some notes, I love the addition of The Nun and Annabelle. I got jump scared once or twice. I can’t remember, more people around doors. I didn’t volunteer to go first. In fact, I pushed Xander against a wall and let the teenagers go first. Best. Decision. Ever. They screamed and it filled me with joy… I’m aware of how twisted that sounds. I don’t care. Again, I don’t want to reveal and ruin anything. They put together a thrilling show, actors were on point and dolls are hella creepy.

(One actor did rest his head against Xander and tell her she had beautiful ears. I think she liked it.)

17-0Now, this wasn’t my favorite year. That had nothing to do with Bates Motel. We didn’t check the weather report before we went, a huge mistake on our part. It was a bit slippery in some parts (the staff warned us that is was slippery and asked us to walk carefully) and due to the rain it seemed less crowded. Also there were less actors walking around, but again, we felt this was due to the weather. It was also very cold, we didn’t dress for that. I dressed to look cute, which I was. Xander came home with more layers on than she left.

We still had a blast, we laughed, she screamed, we made jokes and had a FANGtastic time. Sorry, not sorry. If you live in the area and haven’t been to Bates Motel yet, we have no idea what you are waiting for. You simply must go and have one hell of a time.

 

Do you know of a Haunted Attraction that we should review? Let us know your favorites in the comments.

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Review: Stranger Things Season 2 (TV Show)

Posted in Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 27, 2018 by Lilliandra Winters

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If you haven’t watched the first season of Stranger Things, then I suggest you check out that review and then decide if you want to watch it. This review is only for the second season. Also, THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

Before I go spoiler bound, should you watch it? YES! Why should you watch it! BECAUSE IT’S AWESOME! Now, spoiler away.

I binged watched the hell out of season 2. However, I wasn’t patiently waiting for it to come out. I didn’t start watching it day one. I didn’t pour over internet theories before it came out. I loved season 1, don’t get me wrong, but I was worried about season 2.

Let’s get the hate out of the way.

Season 2 felt just a tad off to me and I will explain why. The end of season 1 could have easily been the end. We didn’t know what was coming next. It was tied up in the neatest little bow possible with two exceptions. We were lead to ponder if Eleven was still alive. Also, what the fuck did Will cough up in the sink?

Season 2 didn’t wrap up in that same bow. There are a lot of unanswered questions and if you ask me, everything with her sister felt… disconnected? Maybe that isn’t the proper word, but work with me. Of course, I can understand everything that lead up to her going to Mama. Mama wants me to go see this girl… Okay, that isn’t what I got from the vision, but I’m not you. So, she ventures off to find her sister and the feeling of these scenes were so far removed from what was happening that I had a hard time smoothly going back to Hawkins.

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BEFORE YOU HATE ME… I understand that it was character development. I am sure that this plot will be revisited in season 3. In fact, it felt more like a setup for season 3 than it actually belonging in season 2. Again, this is my opinion and I didn’t love it any less. I just felt uncomfortable. I Love Kali by the way. Love love love. PS, where the fuck are the rest of the numbers?

So, besides that, I don’t recall any other issues I had. Well, I did want that bitch Billy to be eaten by a Demidog, but that didn’t fucking happen. HE DIDN’T EVEN SEE ONE. I mean, I straight up hate that motherfucker (not as much as his father) but damn did that bring up some left over high school rage that I will never address. That seething hatred can stay there. That might have been my only other issue, but that’s more of a personal preference.

Now, let’s talk about the awesome. Eleven/Jane is developing, learning, understanding, feeling and we are along for the ride. This poor girl was not only put through hell, but she also got worse, kicked it’s ass and got more hell for it! CAN SHE CATCH A FUCKING BREAK!

However, watching this journey just bonds us to her even more. I assume that most of us want to pick her up, hug her, put her in our pocket and feed her all the Eggo’s she wants. However, I found Will to be an adored pocket dweller, also. Again, this poor kid went through hell BY ACCIDENT and the hits just keep on coming.

He tries to be so brave and stand up to it, only to really get screwed over something fierce. I just remembered thinking, “holy shit that poor kid,” every 5 seconds. For seeing so little of him in the first season, he did so well in season 2 with not only that troubled weight on his shoulders, but also literally fighting to gain some normalcy.

ebf13f1a5114687e50e98ebabf162c25AND BOB! OMG don’t get me started on Bob… I saw a lot of #justiceforbarb #justiceforbob before I even started watching. Thanks for ruining that, internet. However the question that came up was who do you want justice for, Barb or Bob.

FIRST OF ALL, not the same situation. Barb got dead and knew nothing about what was happening. Of course, she deserves justice. BOB IS A MOTHER FUCKING HERO. Holy shit! Bob the Brain deserved better.

He may have been nerdy and weird, but who isn’t? He found a woman he loved, accepted her two kids, loved them and tried to bond with that. He had a good job and loved to help. HE CAME OVER WHEN HE THOUGHT WILL WAS SICK, found out Will was in the Upside Down, not the woods, and he didn’t nope the fuck out. Then, he didn’t even ask Hopper to come guard him (which I would have) and went out to do what he did best. Salute Superhero Bob because not all heroes wear capes.

I think I just started ranting about characters and never spoke of the actual story. I’ll throw out that Dustin is an adorable dumbass and say that the story was great. I felt awful for everyone stuck in the situation and wondered how the rest of the town seemed to notice 100% of NOTHING this whole time. Sheep.

I wasn’t a fan of all the Nancy boy drama. I can always do without extra romance issues. I do say “extra” because we can’t forget about the Max love triangle in all of this. That lead to interesting drama, but little character development for Lucas, or at least I think it could have been done a little better. Show of hands on how many people think Billy is a racist? If he is, I do appreciate them removing derogatory words from the script. I know that people will throw words around trying to be authentic, but there is a line and the actor is a kid. It wouldn’t have sat well with me at all.

Season 2 is good but sitting here, reflecting upon it, I feel some of the Sequel Blues. The first is always better, because we aren’t shocked by what is being presented to us. As much as they brought to the table this time, the newness of it, I felt a couple of characters lacked much needed development. I had issues with the Jane/Kali story line ( I was really hoping Kali would have shown up at the end to help) and there was to much left unresolved, to me at least. I also found that investigator to be creepy in a special way.

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That being said, loved the Demidogs, loved the Shadow Monster, loved thinking outside the box, the map, the heaters. POOR BARB’S PARENTS! Mad Max stood up for herself and poor Mamabear Steve! Which honestly, I’d never thought I’d say that about a popular kid, like ever. He stuck by those kids, but I guarantee he’s never having any. Hey Steve, sweetie, let’s have a baby! NO! NO! HELLS NO! They grow up to be little shits that jump into tunnels and set demons on fire. HELL NO! And Steve is carted off to the insane asylum and never heard from again.

I digress. Season 2 was wonderful, but definitely lacking in a few areas for me. Let’s hope for a strong season 3 and cross our fingers that Billy gets bit in the nuts by a demidog.

Do you agree? What did you love or hate about season 2?

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Review: Outlast 2 (Video Game)

Posted in Review with tags , , , , , , , , on October 13, 2018 by Lilliandra Winters

Developer: Red Barrel Studios
Platforms: PC, Xbox One, PlayStation 4
Release Date: April 25th, 2017

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Lets take a minute to appreciate how truly fucked up Outlast is. It’s full of some twisted shit and when I thought it couldn’t get worse, they gave us some messed up DLC. Thank fuck that’s over! Outlast 2 was like, hold my beer.

The problem with sequels is that you have an expectation. It isn’t the new, never-seen-before experience of the first one. So keeping this in mind, Outlast 2 seems to have upped the ante. Also giving it an American Horror Story feel the second game, with only subtle nods to the first game, gives it a completely different concept. You are a different character in a different part of the world.

outlast_2_launch_screen_7Blake and Lynn are flying in a helicopter, making their way to investigate a woman that was found wondering down a stretch of highway, barefoot and pregnant. She is later murdered under suspicious circumstances. Your helicopter crashes and bursts into flames. Lynn is missing, but your camera is intact, so you pick it up and start to make your way in the darkness looking for her. You see a man tied to a tree and gutted, you see a town in the distance and make your way towards it.

Outlast 2 jumps into pushing limits. It was really interesting to see what they did to the game after the the demo. They incorporated a lot, but not everything, and there were some distinct differences between the two. The ‘flashbacks’ unlock a story from Black’s past about his friend, Jessica, and what happened to her. It has some correlation to what is currently happening, but why it’s happening is pretty fucked up.

I will warn you, there is a LOT to follow in this game: cults, zealots, STDs, a prophet, murder and your past. That’s just the tip of this disturbing iceberg. It’s a lot of information to keep straight, but completely worth it when you do. Outlast 2 is a wonderful reminder of the depravity that lurks in the dark.

I don’t know why you are still reading this. If you haven’t played Outlast Outlast: Whistle Blower go play then and jump straight into Outlast 2. Here’s hoping you have a strong stomach.

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Review: The Paranormal Cirque

Posted in Review with tags , , , , , on August 24, 2018 by Lilliandra Winters

You come across moments in your life that can disappoint you or invigorate you. When you walk into a place, hope and fear come hand in hand. You wonder if you will walk away from this experience disheartened or clamoring for more.

39403831_469142366901259_3529118328691884032_nWe found out about the Paranormal Cirque a few weeks ago. One time a Facebook algorithm got something right in their ads. Shocked that I’d never heard or seen this prior, I messaged Xander, ‘WE HAVE TO GO!’ which received an ultimate YES from her.

So, we scope out the inexpensive seats, make some plans, fine tune a couple of things and off we go. Of course, we check out the website a handful of times, trying our best not to spoil the show but trying to get answers for important questions.

The day arrives and we leave later than we desire with an added 45 mins of traffic as we make our way up to Lancaster, Pennsylvania, for the show. We stopped and ate, then quickly made our way over to the large red and black tent. As we made our way to the front of the tent, we were greeted with the sounds of screams and were saddened by what we were missing. Unfortunately, the traffic cut into the pre-show they talk about on the website, so we would only make the main show.

Seated in the front row, close enough to the stage that we could touch it, we listened as a thunderstorm began outside, just as the show was about to start.

What is a Cirque without a clown? Our first introduction was to our clown friend. Who, in a few moments of being out, quickly demonstrated why the show is rated R. He’s a bit vulgar, uses some adult language, and has interesting material. We loved every second of it.

I couldn’t tell you what I was expecting. I don’t think I went in with expectations and if I 39289373_469128726902623_6386892088872534016_ndid, they weren’t high. However, all of that was quickly blown out of the water, and I was shown why they are highly rated.

There were dances, comedy acts, a story line… yes, there is a story, acting, light show, plate spinning…

The zombies came out on stage in varying stages of dead and began their acrobatics act. Not only was it wonderfully done, on point and skilled, it was also dangerous. Several stunts could have easily severely injured several of them, but it was entertaining to watch. Talented, entertaining and a great start to the show.

The Giant Hoop Acrobatics (or Cyr Wheel) was stunning, he was unbelievably graceful and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His dance was flawless and he made something so difficult seem effortless.

The aerial hoop had me biting my lip. Seeing it on TV is nothing compared to seeing it done in person. It brought out a sense of fear that she was going to fall at any second. She never looked like she was, but with no padding beneath her and only minimal contact with the hoop at times, I was definitely tense. She was so incredible. She never missed a beat and was impressively skilled.

The Hair Hang… are you kidding me?! My head, neck and scalp hurt just watching her. What a brilliant performance. She was fascinating to watch and her spins at the end were incredible and not for the weak of stomach. I spin too fast in my computer chair and I’m sick to my stomach. I adored her performance.

39404713_469110873571075_3341222640592355328_nThe Wheel of Death (or space wheel). It has been a long time since I have seen one and I was shocked when they began setting it up… Inside the tent! I will tell you my favorite part of the Wheel of Death… The gentleman preforming it is insane. I’m sure they all are, but every time his balance was in question or he seemed to miss a step, his smile (which he had the ENTIRE TIME) only got bigger. It was disturbing and awesome.

How to talk to you about the Ring Master? At least that’s what I am calling him. There are two parts to the two-hour show, with a 15 minute break in the middle. The Ring Master was an amazing actor, among other things. He fooled me several times and exuded three totally different personalities in the show. He was comedic and lighthearted during the first half, then serious and almost dangerous in the second. He did several magic tricks. I’m always looking for the secret, it’s just part of who I am. I didn’t see it once. To me, that is incredibly impressive.

One thing I loved is that they didn’t waste a moment. They tore down sets as fast as they put them up and we always had something to watch. We were never left wondering what was going to happen next because you were constantly being entertained. Either by beautiful dances, a hilarious clown, creepy monsters or audience participation. They grab your attention and hold onto it tightly until it is time for intermission.

These are entertainers, artists & actors. Doing several jobs, not just one. The tickets are a steal as well. I honestly felt like I wasn’t paying enough. We can’t wait to do it again.

I do have two cons. First, they don’t take credit cards for refreshments or merchandise. I’m sure if I dug harder we would have found that information out. We would have left with shirts, but we ran out of the little cash we did bring on drinks and popcorn. Second, we didn’t hear a thing their audio said, even the actors with mics were hard to hear at times. I assumed there is a bunch of prerecorded audio, but we couldn’t make out a word of it where we were seated.

Other than that, I highly recommend going. It was an amazing experience that I cannot wait to repeat. Go soon, run if you have to or die trying.

Where did you go?

Posted in Other on August 20, 2018 by Lilliandra Winters

No, not you. Us. I’m sure some of you have noticed that we have, at the moment, created a marvelous disappearing act. I promise we still exist. So what happened?

Yes, we still love 9th Circle of Horror and it will always be our baby. However, life came out of nowhere with a baseball bat to our free time. No matter what we did to try and force 9th into the little bit of free time we did have, we realized we were sacrificing sanity to do so. When you start sacrificing sanity, then you lose quality and you are unhappy with what you are putting out. Then the reader is no longer happy with the crap we produce. It is a slippery slope and rather than kill ourselves and disappoint you, we stepped away. We just forgot to tell everyone.

So now what? We try to manage our time, we work on our stress levels and work load. We manage life until we have the time to give this the proper attention it, and you, deserve. We refuse to put out half assed content because we are better than that. We owe it to ourselves and you.

We didn’t forget about you, about this or our love for horror. We just got busy. We promise we will be back as soon as possible. Miss you!

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My Best Friend (Short Story)

Posted in Short Story with tags , , , , , , on November 24, 2017 by Lilliandra Winters

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By Lilliandra Winters

I have a best friend.

You may not think that’s a magnificent thing, but for me it’s rather odd. I never had friends growing up. I’ve always been a bit weird. I tried as hard as I could to make friends, but I never fit in with anyone. Any time I tried too hard, it backfired hard and usually in my face. It left me with a lot of… scars.

For awhile I even stopped being me. I pretended to be whatever people wanted me to be just so we could be friends; just so I could feel what it was like to have a friend. It typically didn’t work, but there were moments in my life where I had a friend… kind of. I can still see their faces clearly in my mind when I close my eyes, but they either used me, didn’t really care or… I dunno. Sometimes it was just a joke. I was bullied, picked on. I was so utterly alone.

I was desperate to be loved.

Desperation can do several things to a person. It can make you stupid, which it did for me. It can also make you bitter. Yeah, bitter. It can make you build up walls high enough and thick enough that it doesn’t matter what they fucking do. Fuck them. Before you get ahead of me, this isn’t some school shooting or revenge story. Just listen.

With my armor of not giving a single fuck, I was finally left alone. I preferred it that way. If people weren’t going to understand me, then they didn’t deserve my time. I would like to say I had better things to do, but that isn’t true. I would hide in my house and play video games, read or listen to music. If you pretend long enough, then it becomes the truth… right?

One day, my life changed. I met her at my stupid, part-time retail job. She pointed at the gaming shirt I was wearing and told me she loved that game. I just kind of stared at her awkwardly and nodded.

‘Cool,’ I said and she walked away.

Right, whatever. I went about my life and didn’t put stock into it. However, the next time we worked together, she asked me what other games I played. Standing in an aisle, at first I looked around thinking she was talking to someone else, but I was the only one there. She had this “yeah, you” look on her face.

I stammered out an answer of my favorite games and what I was currently playing. She had heard of most of them and wanted to play a few. She asked my opinions on a few others and before I realized it we were working and talking at the same time. I even remember smiling. After my shift, I scolded myself.

We don’t make friends and we certainly don’t get our hopes up.

This continued, however, every time we worked together. She would seek me out and we would chat as much as we could get away with. She coaxed my number out of me for texting and connected on social media. I did everything I could to keep that hope at bay, but I started thinking about her when we weren’t talking. I’d share stupid stuff to her that I knew would make her laugh. It was awkward and annoying but it felt so good.

The day she invited me to her house was a shock. I just stared at her and she laughed at the look on my face. Pizza and beers. I could even crash there so I didn’t have to drive home. Before I could think about it my stupid mouth flew open and accepted. My mind swirled about what she could possibly be up to. Was it a prank? What did she have to gain? Maybe hurting people was just amusing?

I showed up, of course. I even brought a bag of overnight stuff, but I left it in the car. She was renting a nice house in the suburb which I found odd but she assured me she got an amazing deal on it. I mean, you can’t beat a nice quiet place… right? It wasn’t what I expected. I expected some trick, but it wasn’t. It was pizza, beer and video games. All night. I even stayed the night in the guest room. It was the best night of my life. I woke up and she made breakfast and coffee and we laughed like we’d known each other forever.

I was this utter whirlwind of emotions. I didn’t want to accept her as a friend, but how could I not? We loved a lot of the same stuff, she loved talking to me about things she loved that I didn’t understand and would do her best to explain it to me in a way that made sense and didn’t make me feel dumb. We spent so much time together, we were practically inseparable. Other people at work even warmed up to me a bit, but I kept them at a distance. She was my best friend… the sister I never had and always wanted. She defended me, stood up for me and loved me for who I really was.

Shut up, we are getting close to the point of the story.

This goes on for months. She invites me over one night and when I show up, I can see that she’s upset. She doesn’t open up about it and I don’t press, but as the night goes on, I finally make her tell me what’s going on. She was near tears and told me that bills were adding up and her raise wasn’t as much as she had hoped on top of the rent going up. She was going to have to move in with family across the country.

I was crushed. I had finally found her and now she was going to leave me. I couldn’t let that happen.

“Well, what if I moved in? …Yeah, this house… hush.”

She was shocked and gave me the biggest hug. I didn’t have much to offer in pay, but it was enough to cover everything. Plus, I needed to get the hell out of my parents’ house. I was sure as shit too old to be living there still, but it’s expensive to be on your own. So, I moved in quickly. Don’t call me an idiot. She wasn’t a stranger. I knew you wouldn’t understand.

We’ve been living together for months and it’s been perfect. We adapted to each other pretty quickly. We had our separate spaces and our hang out spaces. I never got tired of her presence, but she would be exhausted from being around people all day at work and needed breaks to recharge. I was never offended. There was nothing to be offended about. People need what they need. You gotta take care of yourself first.

Where was I? Right!

Plus, we didn’t have room in the living room for all my retro gaming stuff, so we put it in the basement. Uh? Yes, this basement. Stop interrupting me. So, we’d lived together happily for months.

It was bliss… but then something weird happened.

It was as normal a night as any, but my stomach was terribly upset so it kept waking me up. I drank some Pepto and came down for some milk and crackers, hoping it would settle but I heard weird noises coming from the basement. I thought maybe she had brought home a guy or something, but then I got paranoid and went down to check on her.

I pushed the door open and my brain couldn’t process what I was seeing. I’ve never seen so much red at once. The blood covered everything. I stumbled backwards and slipped in it. It was so thick and sticky. Hitting the floor was a jolt to the senses and combined with the smell of copper and rancid meat, I threw up, adding to the noxious mixture of odors and gore, but that is when it caught my eye. A glimpse of movement and a wet smacking noise I couldn’t identify right away. It reminded me of the noises I make when I get amazing ribs. I was shivering from the vomit and I could feel the sweat beading as I squinted to see what was happening behind the bar.

She finally stood up and… I can’t even think about it again without shuddering. She was covered in blood and chunks of meat. Her mouth opened impossibly large, filled with rows of the sharpest teeth I’ve ever seen. Her jaw was unhinged down to her chest, slowly moving back up to adjust back to normal. Her stomach was stretched as if she were suddenly 9 months pregnant with twins.

I gawked, her nakedness was the last thing I noticed, well that and her eyes were a haunting yellow before they returned to their traditional blue. If my jaw could have hit the floor, it would have, which seems an odd thing to say given what I saw. Anyway, our location at least made sense. We were surrounded by grandparents whose hearing wasn’t great. Her? Oh she stood there looking normal, well mostly normal. Tears streaming down her face. She never wanted me to see that.

Why are you laughing?

Ohhhh, you think I’ve made this all up.

Hey, don’t laugh to hard… you’ve drank a LOT and I don’t want you puking. You don’t have to believe me if you don’t want to, but I assure you this is 100% true. What do you mean, did I kill her? Look at me, do you think I could have taken her on? Did I escape? Ha ha…. HA HA HA HA HA HA… escape? Oh, that’s good.

Hey did you figure out my name yet? Where you know me from?…. No? You used to bully me in school, you were pretty fucking awful…

Anyway, to answer your question, I didn’t escape. She’s my best friend, my sister. She didn’t want to hurt me, she was just afraid of what I’d think if I knew the truth… You stopped laughing…

She should have known that I’d never run… I love her… by the way… don’t look behind you.

Sea of Love (Short Story)

Posted in Short Story with tags , , , , , on November 10, 2017 by Lilliandra Winters

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By Lilliandra Winters

It didn’t immediately occur to me what was happening.

I stood there staring at him for what seemed like days but were only seconds. In that time, I could feel my very soul stir in such a way as I’d never known. His eyes so bright, full of joy; a smile that could light up a room; a laugh like a warm blanket.

You’d think my heart would flutter, but my soul moved first, not because I was falling in love with him, but because he was slowly draining the life from me.

I could feel my soul rip and tear apart, shifting into where his fingers met my skin. I wanted to scream, to cry, but I was in some sort of trance that kept the motions of us dancing happily on the dance floor. Couples around us giggled and twirled as my life drained away.

His visage never changed; not even a devious glimmer danced across his expression. What felt like hours took only moments and I crumpled at his feet.

I could hear the panicked cries and shouts. Someone begged for 911 as he knelt next to my form, holding me tightly, weeping. His act of confusion and distraught was perfect. Were I not dying on the floor, I would have bought it. I heard someone scream, “Heart attack!” and I want to laugh.

I’d only wanted to find my soul mate, to give someone my heart, but this was more than I bargained for.

The world slowed. I slowed.

His fingertips continued to drain what was left of me, but as the noise around me quieted something else grows much louder. A hum, almost, maybe a chatter. I could see everything around me fade until I could see me. The thought of floating above my body came to mind, but this was different. I was looking down at myself, but then I started to move. Some bystander with medical knowledge was attempting to help, a doctor maybe? I moved back to give him room from my body? I don’t understand.

He looked up to me and shook his head slowly, looking distraught and sympathetic. His fingers moved from my neck and he checked his watch. I turned and began walking to the bathroom. How could I be moving? Wait, this was the Men’s room. As I turned, I looked into the mirror. There, staring back at me was him, my date, my killer.

He smirked. Now we can be together forever and I can live longer. His voice came from everywhere and nowhere.

I try to speak but I have no mouth. Confusion takes over.

Shhhh, I know you have so many questions but I promise you, you will understand. We are one now, we all are. Don’t worry, you’ll never be lonely again.

His lips never moved, were these his thoughts? What was happening?

Just as he turned to walk away, that hum continued to build louder and louder until I realized it was a sea of voices trapped with me, all speaking, screaming, sobbing at the same time.

He walked down the street to hail a cab, away from my dead body. I screamed as loud as I could… with no noise. There was no one to hear me except the sea of voices.