So Guess Who's Back . . .
Yeah I'm still alive. Somehow. Anyways, as an apology for being away so long and a way to cope with the fact that the Morgue Files is gone, I'm cooking up the next chapter of TEOE Here's an excerpt:
[Chap. 21]
Jay recalled that dying hurt a lot.
Yeah, no shit.
He couldnât remember what had killed him first anymore; if it had been the bullet or the eldritch horror that had been terrorizing him. His memories had faded away with time though it hadnât been with the gentleness of the ocean smoothing a stone. It was a sledgehammer occasionally knocked to his head.
That eldritch horror, that thing they called the Operator. It became a constant in his life. It was his shadow, it was his heart, it was the ever-present force that loomed in the back of his mind. The manor was a cocoon of chaos and he was changing within it.
Things left him slowly at first. He couldnât recall the street where he used to live. Then it was his parentsâ faces. Then what school he went to, what major he had chosen, his birthday. It was all wiped away until he was left with nothing but the disaster that had led him to his entanglement with Forest Lawn.
A film. He wanted to make a film and he had chosen the sleepy little town in the heart of Michigan as his setting.
He had condemned himself.
Why mope about it?
Jay sat perched on the balcony railing of the manor, a precarious position on a rotting beam of wood. The white mask was pulled low over his face. It was stuffy and hot under it but after getting acid splashed on his face he wasnât going to make the same mistake twice. He clutched a small, busted up lighter in his hand that he had nabbed from Tim.
