The Dreams from the Unconscious
The Dreams from the Unconscious
©Gracie Madison
The dreams from the unconscious
Vivid visions within nightmares
Repeating, Competing
For an emotional affair
Frolicking within the deepest maze
Weaving, Revealing
In a tormenting lair
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No stronger love than that of ANNABEL LEE
That was until there was you and me
Everything told in a tale by Poe
Is nothing compared to what we have now
The love of a love that is more than the love
Which belonged to ANNABEL LEE
For no love could ever be stronger than that
- of the love that we share; just you and me
All the angels in the sky and the demons down below
Are jealous of you and me
For the love that we share is more than the love
Which belonged to ANNABEL LEE
But like her love, oh that beautiful love
Can never dissever my soul from your soul
Which combines the love of you and me
A love that we love that is more than the love
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE
In the light of this life under a moonlit night
We love more than that of ANNABEL LEE
An eternity of faith between you and I
My darling – my life just you and I
In this life and the next our souls intertwine
Beyond life and death we’ll always combine
For we have a love that is more than the love
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE
for an eternity of love that is more than love
An eternity – just you and me
© Gracie Madison 2009
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To Dream, or Not to Dream
FIRST DRAFT AND ONGOING
Erotic Fantasy
They say I’m mad. The voices I hear, the sweet seduction of the unknown, are all but a figment of my imagination. My subconscious creating a fantasy world in which I am the center; the absolute creator, God. I’m, apparently, seeking release with the non-existent. Though, I never said I was God, nor have I suggested I am the center of any reality. I am just a mere pawn that keep me locked up as they search for a supposed cure for my condition. A cure I know they’ll never find for I have no condition.
I remember the first time it happened. I have told no one. No one other than the white-coats here, but they don’t believe me. They think that it was my unstable childhood that had initiated my first experience and that my body reacted so excitedly and intensely that I have not been able to control it since. But that is not the truth. Because I refuse to agree, because I am persistent in my innocence within their version of my story, I remain here at Heliark Hospital.
***
The ice cold breeze crept up under the covers, slowly, seductively. It played the curves of my body and dressed my nipples with a coldness that sent ripple after ripple around and over until they stood erect and frozen in place. I groaned as the iced air fell between my legs pushing them firmly apart before caressing my thighs; closer, closer. I knew this wasn’t normal but I didn’t want it to stop either. I beckoned it to continue as my mouth parted so I could run my tongue over my lips, making them moist.
All the energy of the iced breeze fell to one place. I felt a pressing of something cold and wet up against me. It teased me with each lick only the tip dancing over my clit elegantly and slowly. My back arched as it continued, lapping at my own wetness as I felt it trickle onto the sheet. My head, back, hard into the pillow as a quiver of electricity surged up my spine creating an instant reaction. I screamed out as the pleasure pumped inside of me; throbbing.
A silent tear, from the unknown, fell across my cheek. I didn’t know what had just happened but it was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. It left my heart racing and my lungs attempting to catch my breath.
The room suddenly went hot with a deafening silence. Whatever had been there had gone but whatever it had done to me was going to stay with me for a long time. Once I had steadied the heartbeat and captured my breath, I wondered if it would ever revisit. Wondered if I had just had a dream. Longing for an explanation of something which clearly was unexplainable.
I fell asleep that night with no terror or fear. But with pleasure and peace. My life had just taken a new direction. A direction I hadn’t prepared myself for. But it would be a month until I felt the excitement again, until I was revisited.
But is was not this night nor the next, nor the next after that, that ended with me being taken to Heliark Hospital. I had been having a visitor every month, since that night, for the past ten years. It was only the episode that happened three weeks ago that gave me the invitation, no refusal accepted, to Heliark.
to be continued…
© Gracie Madison 2009
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Haunted Beauty
REVISION 2 – to be revised
Erotic Fantasy
A tall white building was nothing out of the ordinary for Chambers Street. A series of buildings united together to create an immaculate procession of high class businesses. Spirits Health Spa stood tall in the center of the series next to Axes Hair Salon. Opposite the procession of tall white buildings was an old disused church. It was never revealed as to why it had been neglected and to look at it was in pristine condition. The stone was painted white and detail that covered the exterior was a gold leaf. The stain glassed windows were all colourful and intact and the bell was hanging strong but never rang out over the small town of Beauville.
As I turned into Chambers Street something didn’t seem quite right. Ann-lee and Hannah, my girlfriends, had paused by the Old Maiden Tea Room which was the first of the five-star business that started the procession. Chambers Street appeared longer than when we last visited just three weeks ago. I took a deep breathe and shook my head believing that it was just an act of imagination. As I reached Axes Hair Salon the change was all too obvious and clearly not mine, Ann-lee’s or Hannah’s imagination. Where Spirits Health Spa used to be there was now two huge double iron gates which led onto a court yard which was home to an old stone house.
There was an unusual pull that was coming from inside the gates. It made me want to go in and explore and although part of me wasn’t sure that it was the most sensible idea I figured the fact that I was wearing a £250 two-piece underneath my slouches to a health spa to be covered in mud and seaweed made just as little sense as exploring a clearly unusual and odd place.
As soon as I walked on the grounds I knew I shouldn’t have. Night fell as if a light switch on the wall had been turned off. Several ground lights flickered on producing a dim orange glow highlighting a small grassed bank and part of the court yard. This was certainly no health spa. Ann-lee and Hannah had decided to come with me to have a girly day out with it being my 24th birthday. Now it was turning out to be a girly night out and I’m starting to think that maybe they regretted tagging along with me.
As we took a few steps inside the gate we could hear talking and laughter coming from the grassed area to the right of the gates. We all spun around and faced the voices that had in turn faced us. I immediately recognised one of the guys but I couldn’t place where I knew him from. But I knew him and I knew his name was James. But how did I know him?
Although you wouldn’t know from him sitting down on the grass James was about 6’2” and extremely ruggedly handsome. He was slimly built with the most alluring crystal blue eyes. His long face was kindly portioned with amazingly refined chisel features and was accompanied by a medium length of roughed up brown hair that had been highlighted with dirty blonde.
Butterflies rose in my stomach and I felt like I was 14 years old all over again. That young love feeling being so attracted to someone that made your heart melt uncontrollably and beat infinity faster that was surely not healthy.
Next to James sat an old guy who was a rather large guy and with a look that highly resembled Leslie Nielsen in Dracula: Dead and Loving It. As I met his eyes I could see he was inviting us to go over and join them and uncontrollably we began walking over to the grassy bank underneath the dim light. Next to the old guy who appeared not to reveal a name so I’ll call him Vincent, considering he had the same toned voice as the legend, Vincent Price, there was another guy but for some reason my gaze never landed on his features. It was as if he didn’t really exist, just a ghost of his old self, he was Nobody.
I had no connection to the outside world. The world that lay outside the gates of this strange place was no longer a conscious realm. I was in this realm and I didn’t know how long I’d be there for but I certainly was aware that at that present moment it was only that realm that existed.
Whilst the underground tomb entrance that was strategically placed next to Vincent completed the scene of a horror movie there was also a sense of normality, a feeling of déjà vu. Was this the same feeling I had when I saw James? Was something here connected with me? And why did everything resemble that of a nightmare except for the six of us on the grassy hill? Nothing made sense.
I sat down to the left of James with an increased butterfly motion in my stomach. Ann-lee was to my left and Hannah to Ann-lee’s left. Unfortunate for Hannah she got to sit next to Nobody.
I could feel eyes looking at me, watching me breathe. I slowly followed the sensation which left my eyes lying over James’ porcelain-like skin. His crystal blue eyes were watching me and were full of longing. In any other circumstance like this I would have retaliated in a way which would normally scare off the guy in James’ shoes but this was different…this was James. Who is James? He maneuvered his legs so that the top half of his body was towards me, his head not far from my shoulder, and his breathe colliding with my own. The butterflies appeared to go into overdrive with their wings flapping at double the speed sending a sensation of tingling down my body like electricity.
Vincent continued with his story. It was like being at camp being told a scary story around the campfire with the exception of the fact the story was more hilarious than scary. As we all laughed in the right places, except for Nobody who was also extremely quiet, James would watch me, fixated with everything I did. With each glance the butterflies would circulate within me and although it sent my heart racing I liked it but I absorbed something new when James’ head fell to my shoulder. I didn’t know why or where it was coming from but I was some how strongly attracted to James and it felt like a pull I’ve never experienced.
Vincent’s story came to an end as he decided to experiment with a fetish which seem pretty disturbing but exciting at the same time
“prick your fingers, I want to see them bleed and I want to see who bleeds the most”. He said excitedly whilst rubbing his hands together. Although we all knew it was a little weird we all participated and pricked our fingers and much to my surprise I appeared to bleed the most. Ann-lee and Hannah were struggling to produce much blood and James didn’t seem to bleed at all, but I did and it wasn’t my blood. It couldn’t have been my blood. When I squeezed my finger a thick bleed of white blood gemmed on my right index finger. Everyone leaned into a tight circle amazed at what they were seeing.
“Would you look at that?” Vincent grabbed my hand and pulled it towards his face as to examine the gem of white blood. I wasn’t too sure I liked what I was seeing so I pulled my finger back and began to squeeze more until a gem of deep red blood came up from behind the white gem which had thickened more. As I wiped away the gems of blood we all sighed in unison part in relief that my blood wasn’t really all white but also because it meant I could forget that it ever happened. Perhaps it was just an infection? Maybe that was hope reeling in those thoughts.
James’ head rested back on my shoulder and uncontrollably my head fell silently onto his. An abnormal connection was manipulating my body but I didn’t care. It felt good. Ann-lee and Hannah had become content in Vincent’s presence and once again I became disconnected from that realm and although everyone was still sitting around talking and listening I was absorbed into another realm. An invisible vortex had taken me to a different plane that was identical to the one I had just been in. But I hadn’t traveled alone. The vortex had absorbed James too and although we were visually not alone what Ann-lee, Hannah, Vincent and Nobody were doing was not part of where James and I were. As far as they were concerned we were just listening quietly. When looking out we could see a mirror image of ourselves in the other realm. In this realm we were alone!
When James realised that we were alone he rearranged himself and sat up straight locking his eyes on to mine and without a word his eyes possessed me. I was immobilised by the electricity flowing through my body. The lust that was flying through my blood was no longer retainable. It ran wild and free and led me to a place I’d never thought I’d go.
James pushed me back on to the grass and climbed on top of me still maintaining the locking possession of my body. I began to breathe deeper with no words to exchange just the longing and pulling glare that made one thing lead to the other. His hands ran over my body as he got harder. I could feel him up against me, pressing against me, hard against me. His chest closed towards mine as he used one hand to let himself free from his constraints and leading himself to a place we both wanted him to go. All the electricity that had been surging around my body rushed straight to one place creating a ripple of pleasure as he pushed up against me falling deep inside of me. Every ridge I could feel and all the while his eyes remained locked on to mine and with each blink a surge of energy set free ripple after ripple of pleasure. I didn’t care where I was or what world I was in but I didn’t know my soul had been taken and bound to James’. If only it could have lasted forever.
The ripple that had been surging through my body transferred to the atmosphere. A loud suction noise surrounded us and broke the immobilising gaze. James moved from on top of me and we both sat up and looked out to where we could see the other realm. We could see that the mirror like glass was framed with a black and purple universe of swirling clouds. Through the other side we could see Vincent was standing wide-eyed attempting to usher James or at least the shell of James. Then with a sudden instance James and I appeared to be inside our former selves sitting with Ann-lee, Hannah, Nobody and Vincent.
“For Gods sake James, come on!” Vincent grabbed James’ hand to help him to his feet. I looked at Ann-lee and then to Hannah questioningly but to no avail. When we looked back to where James, Vincent and Nobody had been standing there was just a cold fog and a shadow of where Vincent had been sitting. Over our shoulders we heard a scuffling sound on the pebbles that covered the court yard. In the distance, close to the door way to the old house, we could see three dark shadows. I could just make out one of the shadows turn around and look straight into my eyes, locking me down, immobilising me. It was James. I could sense his fear something wasn’t right. We were in danger.
BOOM! BOOM! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ann-lee and Hannah jumped which broke the locking gaze from James. Coming from the underground tomb a sound of drums beating rang quietly but what we heard were not drums they were footsteps, a series of heavy footsteps followed by a succession of lighter footsteps with a clink in the rhythm. I knew that we should have been running somewhere but we began to back up until our backs stood firm up against the wall which was attached to the black iron gates. Pulling one side of the gate backwards we enclosed ourselves between the wall and the gate in the hope that whatever was about to happen was going to happen and not recognise anything out of the ordinary…meaning us being that thing out of the ordinary.
All of a sudden the dim lights which were the only source of light fell dimmer and the grounds were covered in a fog lining. The dim lights that were clearing the path to the underground tomb vaguely became brighter and shadows appeared to come towards the entrance of the tomb.
“James, Vincent and Nobody must have known what was happening” Ann-lee whispered as she huddled closer to me so much so I could feel the chilling edge of her breath flowing across my neck.
From the entrance of the tomb the identity of the noise that we could hear became evident. An army of translucent skeletons appeared holding sharp objects. I’d heard of ghosts and of skeletons but skeleton ghosts? That was a new one for me. I am opened minded but this is certainly pushing the boundaries of all I could possibly believe in. This was just surreal. This couldn’t possibly be happening. This had to be a fragment of my imagination. The skelehosts congregated at the opening of the tomb just meters away from where we were backed up against the wall. They had not spotted us for the fog that was rising from the ground but we couldn’t be sure the fog wouldn’t clear whilst they were still there. I nudged Ann-lee and looked her deep in her eyes and nodded for confirmation. She turned and nudged Hannah and nodded to her who nodded back. With that I moved the gate just inches to allow us to creep from behind it and slip unnoticed and headed toward the entrance where we had seen James, Vincent and Nobody disappear through.
This was our world now. The longer we remained on these grounds the less the other world made sense and was disappearing from the subconscious. The skelehosts were continuing to proceed from the entrance of the tomb. We couldn’t wait any longer…
…we ran across the court yard until we reach the heavy solid wood door. Would we find solitude from this unnatural presence?
Ann-lee pushed open the door and we proceeded to head inside cautiously. Inside the house it was colder than it was outside and looking around the room that was leading to several different corridors it appeared larger than the outside.
“I don’t have a good feeling about this place!” Hannah was edging closer the Ann-lee who was fixated on a huge black bird that sat on a perch, asleep, directly ahead of us.
“Hannah, what kind of bird is that?” Ann-lee was intrigued and was not in the least bit nervous. Maybe the house was absorbing her because she was changing to be more relaxed.
“Ann-Lee?” Hannah looked at Ann-lee in disbelief. “Why in this realm would you question me about a fucking black bird when we have just had to run away from some fucking translucent skeletons with sharp things?” Hannah wasn’t the brightest spark between the three of us when it came to deciding on how to proceed and deal with situations. However, she was the most knowledgeable one of us especially when it came to birds and nature. Hannah was a 23 year old book worm and could relate every story and character to someone she knew and when telling a story she would always have to bring up a book she’d read. Oddly enough she hadn’t mentioned any books since walking through the large iron gates.
“Just tell me!” Ann-Lee was starting to get agitated. She saw everything as a puzzle, part of some bigger picture and trial. Hannah and I would normally laugh as we always believed she just read too deep into everything. How wrong we would be this time. Ann-Lee was half Asian. Her mother was Japanese and her father was English. She had developed her mother’s beauty and to compliment her beauty she had inherited her father’s business mind. At 23 years old she had her own flower business on Central South Street. She specialised in enhancing both her Asian and British routes by combining the two in her business.
“It doesn’t look like any birds I know of. The closest similarity it has is with a crow just 10 times bigger.” Hannah said shyly after Ann-lee snapped at her.
As Ann-lee continued to assess the over-sized crow straight ahead I could hear a group of children just in the corridor to the right. Taking a few steps forward so I could just about see what the commotion was I saw a sweet shot packed full of sugar-coated jellies, hard-boiled sweets and powder-coated toffee. Behind the counter stood a young woman, about the same age as me, she was about 5’10” and had perfectly straight platinum blonde hair that accentuated her deep blue eyes. Bright red lipstick highlighted the huge smile that spread across her perfectly tanned skin. That was when I noticed one boy who stuck out from the crowd. He was the smallest of the group of children and was about 7 years old. All the other children reminded me of Nobody…just ghosts of their former selves but this little boy was just like us. He was holding a bag of sweets and sucking on a lolly. He was wearing some old-fashioned knee length gray shorts and a royal blue t-shirt. His hair was blonde and curtained. He was a silhouette of innocence.
Still in the entrance of the house we could see that there was a dead end down the corridor with the sweet shop, to the left was another corridor that vanished into total darkness – that way didn’t seem so inviting. But up ahead, directly in front, the corridor that was being guarded by the crow was quite the opposite. It held the same pull that the initial invitation into the grounds had had. The corridor appeared somewhat lighter than the other directions and was lined with a red carpet trimmed with golden thread. It was certainly inviting and mesmerising. We watched the innocent young boy approaching the corridor cautiously but it was evident that he felt the same pull as we did. It was overwhelming.
The boy stood about two meters from the corridor analysing the corridor and the bird. I knew something wasn’t right. We all knew something wasn’t right and we became paralysed to the spot. I could tell that the pull was overbearing for the boy and he stepped forward his eyes fixated to the sleeping crow. One step. Two steps. The boy edged closer as our hands gripped each others tighter and uncontrollably. The crows eyes opened staring death straight into the boys eyes, he rose from his perch still maintaining the immobilising stare. The boy was frozen to the spot and his bag of sweets fell to the floor. Within seconds of the sweets popping on the solid stone ground the bird spread its wings and swooped towards him. It was his scream that would make its way down the desired corridor but no young boy with it. The screams seemed to echo through the corridors for what seemed like an eternity. The crow had swooped down and attacked the innocent boy clawing at his eyes. The boy unfroze and began to stumble back and forth his hands up against his face where his eyes had been clawed out. The terror on his face will never be removed from my memory. The boy collapsed on to the floor by the wall part way down the corridor to the left and then just vanished.
No one else had moved or even looked up to see what had happened. It was as if it was only us who had witness and heard the screams of the young boy. We walked over to where the boy had collapsed to see if we could see any sign that what we just witnessed was not an illusion.
“Timothy Pureli?” Ann-lee ran her fingers over an etching that appeared where the young boy had fallen and disappeared.
“Could that have been his name?” Hannah asked anxiously.
“There are other names etched into the stones too…” Ann-lee moved her head closer to the wall “…but these are harder to read” Ann-lee rose from crouching, “I think we just witnessed the brutal killing of Timothy Pureli.”
We walked over to where Timothy had been standing whilst been drawn to go down the red carpet lined corridor.
“As long as the little birdie doesn’t see you, you can pass to the next stage.” A voice from behind us beamed as though selling amusement park tickets on to one of its main attractions. “It’s a fun game. This is one of my favourites.”
Did she see what had just happened to Timothy? Did she witness a young seven year old boy being tortured by a bird that was nearly his size? Did she not hear the deafening echo of Timothy screaming? I spun around on my heels to see the same young woman that was serving the sweets. Her blood red smile gleaming across her face. Except this wasn’t the same woman. This was a woman who looked like the Sweet woman but in fact was a totally different woman because still standing behind the sweet counter was the woman I saw earlier.
“Red Beauties?” Ann-lee had examined the woman head to toe and spotted on the uniform an embroidered name on the woman’s collar. The young woman smiled. “So go on ladies you go and have fun.” With that she walked off down the dark corridor. The thought of having my eyes gorged out by the claws of an over sized crow did not appeal to me as fun but something about the corridor was luring us and urging us and pulling us. It was pulling too strong to resist and fight. Once again our eyes met in agreement to proceed down the corridor guarded by the crow.
“The Red Beauty said that if the bird didn’t see us then we could pass” I could see Ann-lee’s brain ticking over, “Timothy was only small and he was…well you know. I think that if we don’t look at the bird then the bird won’t look at us.” I could see Ann-lee was desperately seeking approval for her theory and to be honest it was the only option that had been laid on the table and it somewhat seemed plausible. I nodded and we held hands and focused directly ahead. One step. Two steps. We continued to look forward and continued to edge forward as quietly as we could. As we got closer to the crow’s perch I could feel Hannah’s hand gripping tighter. Three steps. Four steps. The flutter of feathers made us jump and stop in our tracks but nothing happened the feathers were quiet and the bird was still sitting on its perch. At least we hoped it was. Five steps. Six steps. We were just a few steps away from the corner of the corridor and out of view of the bird. We continue to fix our gaze forward never once looking behind us to the crow. Seven steps. Eight steps. As we got to the corner we began to run until we came to what appeared to be a dead end.
I’d like to say we were jumping up and down and celebrating but we weren’t. I felt a familiar flutter in my stomach but couldn’t quite pinpoint it and Hannah was crying uncontrollably. Ann-lee was assessing the new area we were in and we were all trying to collect our bearings.
As Ann-lee and Hannah were collecting themselves together I found myself evaluating my surroundings as well. The house was breathing. Which ever way you looked the walls seemed to come closer together or further apart. The red carpet that was lined with the gold thread had continued up to where we were standing and led to a double line of stool chairs that were lined with red leather. It was the same red as the carpet that lined the corridor floor. Just behind the chairs I could make out two more corridors. One forking to the left and the other forking to the right however the corridor to the right held the same atmosphere as the corridor where Timothy collapsed whereas the corridor forking to the left held the same alluring pull as the corridor we had just passed down.
“You made it past the birdie then. How exciting!” In front of us, from nowhere, came the same Red Beauty that had urged us to pass the crow. Was it the same woman or was it another replica? “Ready for your next trial?” this woman, or these women, were beginning to overly irritate me with their overly happy advertising attitudes. We were in a house of trials? Why didn’t I just go back out of the gates instead of heading to the house? Why did I have to follow James, Vincent and Nobody into this house of hell? I knew something wasn’t right when I sat in the same circle as Nobody.
The Red Beauty directed us to one of the leather stools and began to recite the “trial rules” as if advertising a box of Cocoella Wheat cereal. After the first sentence my mind began to take over and another familiar sensation took over my body. I could see the Red Beauty’s blood lined mouth moving but I heard nothing. A black shadow the size of a small dog or cat began to circle the chairs. It’s piercing red eyes were intimidating and I felt it had the ability to manipulate so I looked away.
The sensation that had begun to take over my body was beginning to get stronger and I could feel a familiar gaze coming from just over my left shoulder. As I glanced over my shoulder I could see a dark shadow just peeking from behind the wall. I knew who it was as soon as his eyes met mine. It was James. He held my stare long and hard but it wasn’t the same as before. The stare paralysed me but they did not create the longing feeling as it had done before. Something was different. This house had changed James or had it changed me? There was no attraction and no butterflies filling my stomach like my old 14 year old self. Although the longing attraction wasn’t staring back at me his gaze had one again immobilised me.
“YAY! You passed the trial.” James disappeared letting go of my gaze and I spun to check on Ann-lee and Hannah. They let out a huge sigh of relief. What had I missed? The small black shadow with its piercing red eyes was no longer circling the chairs and the Red Beauty appeared even more excited. I slid from the chair and headed over to the corridor to where James had been standing. I knew I wanted to go down there and I felt like I was becoming disconnected from Ann-lee and Hannah. The girls came behind me and it was obvious that they were feeling a similar pull down the same corridor. Whatever was happening in this house wanted us and it was leading us to where it wants us.
As we continued down the new corridor it seemed to get narrower and the dim lights were fading. As the walls got closer the light was being absorbed in to the stone walls. As we got further down the corridor we could hear voices coming from the darkness up ahead. As we walked further into the darkness the echoes of the voices got louder. Would this be our next trial? Why were we being put through these trials? James was close by. The pull he creates was getting stronger. I knew he was there…watching me. Why was he watching me?
“I don’t like this” Hannah was still struggling to move past the vision of seeing Timothy mutilated by the crow. She didn’t say so but after being best friends with her since infant school I pretty much knew her through and through. I place my hand on her shoulder and slightly squeezed in attempt to comfort her but she didn’t relax.
We walked through an archway into a small stone kitchen which was bustling with three ladies. One was a Red Beauty and the other two were identical women in their 60s. At first it appeared as though they didn’t recognise that anyone else was in the room as they paced back and forth from one side of the kitchen to the other which wasn’t more than three steps. Pots were being transferred from one stone side to the other. Other pots and pans were being placed on the center stone table amongst some knives and cutting blocks.
“We’re ready for you now ladies” a proverbial voice beamed from behind us. It was the Red Beauty we had just seen in the corridor by the kitchen. At least we assumed it was. What were they ready for? This house aroused more questions than answers. Why were we here?
Ann-lee was handed a hard-bristled hand brush and a bucket of stone cold water and was directed to the stone cooker. Hannah was handed a hard-bristled broom as well as a bucket of cold water and was led to the corridor that ran behind the kitchen. When the Red Beauty returned to the kitchen she handed me the same thing as she had Hannah and led me to the corridor that ran in front of the kitchen. This certainly appeared to be the easiest trial…but what was the point? I couldn’t see any further red carpet with golden trimming…only back the way we had come.
As I dipped my brush into the cold water I felt the pull of James’ glare closer to me. But this time it brought the butterflies back. I paused and took in a deep breath, savoring the feeling of lust and electricity building up inside me, then began to scrub at the stone floor of the corridor. I couldn’t see or hear Ann-lee or Hannah and the voices of the women were still babbling away without a care. The lust was getting stronger and was clouding my mind. I felt myself being absorbed like I did when we were back on the grass and James and I was transported through that vortex.
I could see a dark figure lingering by one of the archways into a room next to the kitchen. I felt uncomfortable and the emotions that spiraled with the lust were making me hazy. Out of nowhere a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me down three steps into the room by the kitchen. The room was larger than the kitchen area and had one slab table up against one of the walls. Moonlight filled the room even though there were no windows to allow the natural moonlight in and there were no sources that could provide the light. My eyes were struggling to adapt to the moonlight and all I could see in front of me was a 6’2” shadow put the pull of lust and longing told me I had no need to worry. Or at least I hoped I had no need to worry. Why I hadn’t felt the longing pull when I saw James back at the leather stool was plaguing my mind but stimulants of electricity were over-riding the doubts. The hands that were gripping me had pinned me to the wall and his face became clearer as my eyes adapted to the light. It was James! As soon as his eyes were visible they connected and locked onto each others deep inside. That was the answer…we passed the crow because we didn’t look into its eyes. We passed the black demon like shadow because we didn’t look into its eyes and for me James made sure of that.
I could feel his eyes searching deeper within me. He moved closer to me as a vortex opened and pulled us in. As the vortex mirrored the other side, now another realm, James loosened his grip. When in the vortex I became disconnected the present world being the only world I knew, the only realm in existence. James moved closer with his eyes still locked on to me. The intensity of the electricity and lust was bursting through my body being chased with the electricity from James’ eyes.
“Take your top off.” In any other situation I would have found this an extreme put off and insult but I couldn’t help but feel taken by him. He had my soul and I wanted him and if he wanted me to take off my top then I’m not going to complain or argue. I wanted to feel him close to me. Close inside me. His eyes momentarily disconnect to look at me but hastily locked back on. He had nothing to worry about. I wasn’t going anywhere. I felt the chains of his stare release me but the feelings I had inside were not going to let me just walk away. I wanted him and nothing was going to stop that.
James maneuvered me onto the stone slab table and looked deeper in my eyes. He saw my soul and knew I wanted him and that he didn’t need to keep me there with his locked eyes. He moved me onto my front and began to rub my back, moving his hands up and down my body. His hands strong but soft. He moved them back and forth moving the lust in my body, arousing my emotions and then turned me back over and climbed upon the slab table leaning his naked chest on to mine. I could feel his strength building up and becoming firmer. It was happening again and I welcome it. He pushes inside of me sending pulses through my veins. A deep chill created pimples across my fair skin, forcing my back to arch and my eyes to roll back in pleasure. With every thrust the pulse intensity grew so much I didn’t know how much longer I could contain my desires and my arousal. It seemed that I wouldn’t have the chance to contain my desires. The vortex began to whirl like it had when Vincent had tried to get James’ attention. James glanced back to the mirror vision from the vortex and quickly scrambled off the table pulling me along with me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the vortex back in the realm of the house. As we entered we both had our tops back on and were heading for a corridor I swear wasn’t there before. James was pulling me down the corridor and appeared to be in a panic.
“James?” I got no answer, he just kept running.
After a few minutes we reached a heavy door. James let go of my hand and began to grip the edges of the door. One thing I noticed was that wherever this door led to it wasn’t to be opened from inside this corridor. Sunlight began to beam through the cracks and appeared to start taking the breath from the house as the light hit the interior stone walls.
James continued to struggle with the door until it was wide open. His fingers should have been bleeding but only wounds could be seen. There was no blood.
“GO!” he cried out and made me jump. “GO!”
“Ann-lee? Hannah?” I questioned. I can’t leave my friends inside this place.
“There is no time. The house had already taken their souls for its own. You have to go whilst you can. Please. Go!” I could see the desperation in his eyes as my eyes glazed over at the thought that I’ve let my friends be taken by this hell of a house.
“What is this place James? Who are you and how do I know you?” I was searching for any answers that could possibly make sense but how could any answers that come from this house that makes no sense actually validate a reason for me to stay.
“This house is the heart of evil, a gateway to hell. It created veins that tunneled underground to the church and took over the ministry. As for who am I and how do you know me, I don’t know who I am but you come to me in my dreams and I come to you in yours. I am the love that burns inside you. Now go! There is no more time for explanations.” I could see the panic in James’ eyes.
“Come with me?” I asked desperately but knowing he couldn’t. His eyes fell to the floor for a second before looking back up to me and pushing me out of the door closing it swiftly behind him.
“JAMES!” I cried out as I stumbled to the ground. “JAMES!”
The ground began to rumble beneath me and began to crumble. I clambered to my feet and watched as the house was engulfed by some sort of internal vortex.
“Ann-lee….Hannah” I fell to the floor some meters away from where the door had been…”James” tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks. I watched in anguish as the house was totally absorbed by the vortex and then the vortex disappeared. I lay on the ground tears creating a puddle on the crumbled ground. I must have cried myself to sleep through exhaustion because when I stirred I was lying on the steps to the old church. I clambered to my feet, my face tight from the dry tears. I backed away from the church entrance and towards the gate. My eyes were lured to one of the windows within the church. The only window which was not stained glass and there locking my gaze, one last time, was James. But this gaze didn’t bring on lust and longing. This was goodbye. This was the end of this journey. For now. For now I was alone. The hell house had taken my friends from me and my soul belonged to someone I’d never see again. Or would I see him in my dreams? Would I feel him in my dreams? Would I dream?
© Gracie Madison 2008, 2009
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A Vampire’s Love
The darkness succumbs
To the death that calls
A whisper of lullaby
The night falls
A heartfelt tear
As he says goodbye
A bite of flesh
A blooded cry
The silence deafens
As the night stands still
A beat of death
A heartened kill
A desired hunger
As she stirs the dark
A numbness of lust
A dual mark
The failed denial
As she longs for her love
A memory of passion
Of a demon above
A silent cry
As she stalks the night
A calling of lust
He’s in sight
The blood-filled air
As the passion burns
An eternity of love
In both it yearns
© Gracie Madison 2009
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Tags: dark, death, Gothic, Love, Lust, vampire
Watch Her Fall Apart
[verse]
What happens to a woman when
She gives her heart and
Watches him throw it away then
She hasn’t got a day where
She can find the strength there
To walk away and be free of all the pain
Just watch her as she falls apart
What happens to her soul when
It’s bound to him
Another soul don’t want her
She just keeps on waiting there
She can’t escape from here
To walk away and be free of all the pain
Just watch her as she falls apart
[chorus]
You can go and see her
A freak show from its nature
As he did not expect her
So go and see her
As she wonders through her heart
Letting him see right through her
Gave it all to him for you to
Watch her fall apart
You can watch her fall apart
[verse]
What happens to a life when
All he knows is mass destruction
Another life found is broken
He just keeps on fading there
He just feels he shouldn’t care
To walk away and be free of all his pain
Just watch him as he falls apart
What happens to the souls when
All the pain is broken
Their life is not worth hoping
She just wants someone to care
He just needs somebody there
To help them walk away from all the pain
But we watch them as they fall apart
[chorus]
You can go and see her
A freak show from its nature
As he did not expect her
So go and see her
As she wonders through her heart
Letting him see right through her
Gave it all to him for you to
Watch her fall apart
You can watch her fall apart
You can go and see her
A freak show from its nature
As he did not expect her
So go and see her
As she wonders through her heart
Letting him see right through her
Gave it all to him for you to
Watch her fall apart
You can watch them fall apart
© Gracie Madison 2009
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Tags: Heartache, Hurt, Love, pain
Tears that Rain
[intro]
He meant everything to me
A glimpse of what could be
A moment in my life
A moment just gone by
[verse]
I’d do anything to have him for myself
If he had no one else
But the pain it cuts right through
The mark it’s left untrue
I’ll struggle through this pain
For the tears I know will rain
I don’t know what I can do
‘Cus it makes me sad
[bridge]
It felt so right when it was real
The emotions that I felt, I still feel
A time I did go through
A time I wish still true
[verse]
He’s a myth that was real and not untrue
A love that I dived right through
But the pain inside me now
It cuts in me somehow
I don’t want to feel this pain
And the tears that will rain
I don’t know just what to do
‘Cus it makes me sad
[chorus]
But I can’t let this come and drown me
I can’t let this pain surround me
I can’t let this feeling control me
But I can’t let this feeling leave me
[verse]
A take of my breath in my throat
I’m torn into pieces
I know, though
I’m stronger than I believe
Though, I know
Nothing can take him away from me
He’s here in my heart he’s a part of me
[chorus]
But I can’t let this come and drown me
I can’t let this pain surround me
I can’t let this feeling control me
But I can’t let this feeling leave me
But I can’t let this come and drown me
I can’t let this pain surround me
I can’t let this feeling control me
But I can’t let this feeling leave me
© Gracie Madison 2009
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Tags: Heartache, heartbreak, lonliness, Love, pain
I am Who I am (part ii)
Changing, walking this earth, a frightening experience
Watching the world, I feel empty, I feel alone
My tears they fall, they crash around me
Another angel, another fallen.
Should I care?
I see his pure white feathers of his wings torn
Black and onto dissipation, like mine
I meet his eyes across the street
Him aware of my existence
Him aware of my fallen self
Not ignored, was wanted
That I felt. This place I want to go
So there we are, some time has passed
Who are we, we are who we are
We found our path that we wanted to walk
Where did he go? I don’t know
But I will be patient
Will I find a reason
Will I find him again
Who was he, but a fallen angel
He has wings to burgeon
He was not ordinary. He was unique. He was like me
I will not let go until I see him again
I will not just let him pass me by
He was special, he was who is was
Who was he, but I fallen angel
© Gracie Madison 2009
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Tags: Fallen Angel, goth, Heartache, Love
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