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Terror Byte (Book Review)

November 3, 2014 By Horror Palace Leave a Comment

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Terror-Byte-CoverA mysterious flashdrive ends up in the hands of an unsuspecting victim. Unaware of its power, the victim explores the content of the flashdrive. Within a matter of minutes 30 people die a violent and horrendous death with no explanation or witnesses to the source of the mass murder. The case proves to be one that police logic won’t be able to figure out without some extraordinary theories, in addition to taking some extraordinary risks.

Detective Norton is the experienced individual who is responsible for figuring out the mystery. Unfortunately, he still has some demons to deal with and this only complicates matters for him. As he tries to pull himself together and find whatever is behind all the dead bodies, things take a dramatic turn for the worst. He comes into contact with a mysterious woman who gives him even more trouble, but she also might have the answers he is looking for. As they meet for a second time the case becomes more complicated and difficult to solve.

With a highly unlikely partner, Norton faces a wall of resistance towards clarity. All his experience and skill come into play as he partakes in high speed chases and life threatening confrontations. The odds are squarely stacked against him and nobody can be trusted. Will Norton survive long enough to find the truth?

The author, J.R. Park, has a great way of coloring the scene. He provides a lot of attention to details, both physically and mentally. Park also makes it easy to paint the scenario within the imagination and for a short story this can be difficult to do. The characters are well thought out as the story touches on the important aspects that give them life so-to-speak. Even though some of them play a tiny role they are quickly summed up within a single page.

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The real magic of the story lies in the the action scenes along with the graphic explanations that accompany the death of the characters. Park leaves no stone unturned in describing the feeling of the horror as well as the tiny details of how injuries are inflicted. In this manner Park brings another dimension to horror and death.

Shrouded in mystery, the story takes unexpected turns. There is no telling who is going to die next or where the horror behind the mysterious murders is going to end. It’s suspenseful and sometimes even sincere, especially the leading character Norton. His internal turmoil over a situation he wanted to prevent keeps on surfacing throughout the case. Silently he wishes for death while his principles to see justice served keeps him from committing suicide. The lack of closure and the constant memory flashes only makes his mission more difficult. In some cases it places him in more danger.

Overall “Terror Byte” was written with a great pace and a nice build-up towards a surprising climax. The plot is original in terms of the threat, although some of the characteristics Norton shows have been used before. It’s definitely a book that can go into the “memorable” category.

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4 Skull Rating Horror PalaceReviewed by Damnetha Jules

Damnetha  is a staff writer, horror book and movie critic.

Other books by J.R. Park:
Upon Waking
Punch

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H.P. Lovecraft

October 30, 2014 By Horror Palace Leave a Comment

h_p_lovecraftH.P. Lovecraft never got to see the success of his work. The small following he managed to create wasn’t significant enough to push his reputation into publishing success, leaving him poor and relatively unknown until the day he died. He had characteristics that could easily be compared to those of neurotic artists and painters, especially the isolation he typically found himself in. Sadly, his gift for writing strange and original horror stories was only discovered after he passed away. Now he is considered one of the most influential writers to ever grace the literary world. This is H.P. Lovecraft.

Childhood

Lovecraft was born in Providence, Rhode Island, on 20 August 1890. He never had the privilege of getting to know his father, because at the age of 3 he had to make peace with his father spending the rest of his natural life in a mental institution called Butler Hospital. Winfield Scott, his father, made a living as a travelling salesman and the products he specialized in were precious metals and jewelry. For reasons still unknown Winfield became acutely psychotic and 5 years after he was admitted to Butler Hospital he died. Lovecraft’s mother was noted as overbearing and the frequent sick spells he had when he was younger only made her worse. Along with his mother, Lovecraft was raised by his two aunts and grandfather. The latter was also the person who inspired his love for writing and reading. Through his grandfather he was introduced to classics like Bulfinch’s Age of Fable and The Arabian Nights. Later on he got to hear some original gothic stories as told by his successful grandfather.

Lovecraft only attended school until he was 8 due to his mother and his fragile health condition. During the time he spent at home he drenched himself in reading, chemistry and astronomy. He was considered a prodigy, seeing as he was reciting poetry since he was 3 and by the time he reached his 6th birthday he was writing them as well. When he returned to school he was already in his teens and he managed to expand his social skills. He made some friends and he handled the situation much better. It is speculated that he suffered from night terrors, which he called “night gaunts” and many believe they were a source of inspiration for his later work. His grandfather passed away in 1904 and this was something Lovecraft struggled to make peace with. To make matters worse, the mismanagement of his grandfather’s estate meant that Lovecraft and the rest of his family found themselves in poor circumstances. Before he could graduate he left high school, the reason being he had a breakdown. Without ever graduating, Lovecraft would spend the next 5 years pretty much isolated. Except for his mother who still lived in the same house, he didn’t see much of the outside world.

Adulthood

In these 5 years Lovecraft didn’t make any attempts to find work or to build friendships. Instead he wrote a letter to The Argosy, a pulp magazine in 1913. In this letter he questioned the quality of the love stories that were written by Fred Jackson. It sparked a heavy debate in the magazine’s letters column and also caught the attention of the president of the United Amateur Press Association (UAPA), Edward F. Daas. In 1914 Lovecraft was invited to join the organization. His first story was published in the “United Amateur” during 1916 entitled “The Alchemist”, but it was only in 1922 that the story was published commercially. He was 31 at the time and his network of correspondents grew dramatically. People like Robert Bloch and Clark Ashton Smith formed part of his network.

Rarely a person to come out during the day time, Lovecraft’s skin was pale and his dark eyes were deeply set. If he did go out then it was during the night. His mother was admitted to the same hospital as his father in 1919 after years of suffering from depression and hysteria. However, their relationship remained close and they too corresponded with letters. On 24 May 1921 she died due to complications from gall bladder surgery. A few days after his mother passed away he met his wife to be, Sonia Greene. She owned a successful hat shop and her membership to the “Blue Pencil Shop” helped them to cross paths. It was at an amateur journalist convention in Boston where they met and she was 7 years older. The gap in age didn’t seem to bother them. Her love for Lovecraft and his work ran deep. In fact, it ran so deep that she offered to support him financial. He moved to New York and started a new chapter in his life.

According to Greene, Lovecraft never really took initiative romantically. Through all the years he remained passive, even though he was blown away with his new surroundings. It was here that Lovecraft made more influential friends who spurred him on to submit stories to a magazine called “Weird Tales”. Many of his pieces were published, but not all the readers took delight in them. At some point he was asked to take an editorial position at the failing magazine, but he declined, because he didn’t want to move to Chicago.

Unfortunately his marriage with Greene had some rough spots, seeing as she lost her business not long after getting married. Lovecraft tried hard to support his wife, but his lack of work experience didn’t help. In the end Greene had to move around in order to keep working while Lovecraft stayed in a small apartment. The area, Red Hook, was rundown and he was also burgled, which left him with nothing but the clothes on his back. Ultimately he would move back to Providence in 1933 where he did his most prolific writing.

His last years were painful, because he was diagnosed with cancer and this led to malnutrition. Living under such poor conditions didn’t help and he died on 15 March 1937, one year after being diagnosed. It can be argued that Lovecraft could have been very successful while he was still alive. Unfortunately he didn’t take criticism well and when a book was rejected once he never tried to get it published again. His passive nature and sensitivity kept him from marketing himself effectively. Even when publishers reached out to him he didn’t respond.

His stories typically entail dream states, suicide, haunted areas and hidden cities. He also loved to tie in mental instability and ways of entering other realities. Lovecraft’s talent truly resided in stories that made sense without making sense. Just looking at some of his popular works like “The Rats in the Wall” and “Dagon”, it shows how he loves “the underground” or “hidden” city idea. Many other popular stories entail the dream state such as “The Tomb” and “Polaris”. In some cases he opted for cannibalism and grave robbing. He simply didn’t have a lack of imagination.

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The Ravens

October 29, 2014 By Horror Palace Leave a Comment

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The Ravens

by Ivan Karhoff

Help me! Help me!
The Ravens are coming,
I cannot bear to see.

There’ll peck my eyes,
And feast upon,
me like carrion.

Their capes of black plumage,
will cloak me in death.
I won’t wear it well,
Gasping for breath.

Please, help me! Help me!
Before it’s too late.
The flutter of wings,
Are more than omens of fate

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Dark Poems

October 15, 2014 By Horror Palace Leave a Comment

Dark Poems are entertaining, passionate and intriguing – prose dipped in darkness, then filled with expression that strikes fear into your heart. (Dark Poems regularly added below)

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Dark poetry is all about visiting a world where so many fear to tread. It opens the doors to beauty on the other side of light. It would also be a novel idea to say that Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds made dark poetry popular with their “Murder Ballads” album, but in fact it has been spawning from some of the earlier poets.

If you thought that dark poetry was a result of heavy metal or rock then think again. Attempts to find the origins of dark poetry would be cynical, but it’s safe to say it’s nothing new. Mental instabilities, love and religion are most probably the cause of this unique literature and here is a taste of some of the great poets who enjoyed stepping into the sinister side of the life and who weren’t scared to dig a little deeper into the darkness.


Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar-Allan-Poe-dark-poetryA man who was responsible for numerous literary movements and one of the first writers who was hell-bent on making a living from writing alone, American poet Edgar Allan Poe was born in January 1809. He only reached the age of 40 and what finally killed him is still a mystery. Given that he didn’t make a living through a typical job, he found himself in constant financial trouble. Nevertheless, Poe has produced some of the darkest and scariest poetry the world has seen. Examples of these are “The Raven” and “Spirits of the Dead”. The former tells a story about a man who is mourning the loss of Lenore, the love of his life, while a talking raven pays him a visit. However, the raven only says one word every time the man asks a question, which is “Nevermore”. The poem unfolds as the man slowly drifts into madness while conversing with the raven. It is one of the most famous poems ever written. The latter poem “Spirits of the Dead” sees a dead man talking to another man who is visiting his grave. The spirit conveys how the people that are close to you while alive still surround you after you die. 


Lord Byron

Lord-Byron-dark-poetryByron was an eccentric character to say the least, and he is still regarded as one of the most influential poets in history. He had numerous love affairs, fought in wars and even exiled himself. He was born in England, January 1788 and at the tender age of 36 he died due to a high fever. Apparently he was a sweet little boy who loved silent rages and revenge. One of his darkest poems, simply titled “The Darkness”, was written in 1816. This was also a year when the sun was literally blotted out by volcano ash, but they didn’t know that. Everyone thought it was the apocalypse, causing riots, suicide and mayhem. The poem is based on this event, although it doesn’t have a happy ending like in the book of Revelations. Instead, Byron emphasises literal pain and torture from hell without the thousand years of peace that follows. “My Soul is Dark” is also something to look for.


Frank Bidart

Frank-Bidart-dark-poetryBidart is still with us and he is an American born poet who studied at the University of California. Born in May 1939, Bidart has gained a lot of credibility as an academic and poet. Indeed, he has written some interesting poems and “Herbert White” is definitely one of them, seeing as he wrote it from the viewpoint of a psychopath. However, the poem “Dark Night” might be especially appealing to those who prefer the night time. Bidart turns the night and darkness into a something positive, as supposed to something typically associated with fear and evil. It speaks of how the mystery of darkness leads to liberation, even though the narrator isn’t sure what he’s going to find. 


Elinor Morton Wylie

Elinor-Wylie-dark-poetryElinor struck the world with her beauty and talent for writing poetry. Yet another American poet, Elinor was born in September 1885. Her poems are filled with sensual passion and her multiple affairs and marriages can definitely be seen in her work. Apart from her romantic pieces, she had some dark spells as well. “Poor Earth” is a good example of this, but “Death and the Maiden” along with “Peregrine” really brings it home. “Death and the Maiden” has a nice balance of youth and beauty while implementing Sir Death and terror. In “Demon Lovers” she even refers to herself as Lucifer. 


Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Alfred-Tennyson-dark-poetryOne of the most quoted writers according to the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, Tennyson is responsible for phrases like “Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all”. Born in England on 6 August 1809, Tennyson was a renowned poet although the plays he wrote never really generated any success. What is nice to see is that a romantic poet such as this could write pieces like “Tears Idle Tears”. It is thoroughly depressing, dark, almost apocalyptic and it paints the picture of “friends” from the underworld rising up to greet us. 


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Possibly due to technological advances, dark poetry and literature hasn’t been as popular as it used to be in the times of Lord Byron and Edgar Allan Poe. However, there are still many who ravish the thought of exploring verse and phrase through darker eyes.

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Using a variety of old and new language styles, even foreign phrases, in a freestyle structure, HorrorPalace is becoming the haven for new age dark poems. Blending basics of the classics, Horror Palace transforms Dark Poetry with more graphic and darker levels filled with the beauty of fear, blood, demons and darkness.  Making the poems more involving, they are accompanied by visual effects such as paintings, grisly pictures, or performed by by characters both on video and by voice –  luring the mind even more.

HorrorPalace brings Dark Poetry back to a life where the contrast of romance and demise sit around the same table, where heavenly maidens and demons become soul mates and blood is the wine drank from veins instead of cups. It carries the torch for those seeking comfort in torment and sexuality within the dark shades. HorrorPalace is the path on which light will fear to tread…

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CASANDRE: GHOST PRINCESS OF HALLOWEEN

October 10, 2014 By Horror Palace Leave a Comment

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CasandreShe died tragically in the woods at the edge of town just off of Pine Street on a cold Halloween night. She was found brutally murdered in almost a ritualistic fashion.  Two boys apparently followed her into the woods taking advantage of her.  Their shirts were found tied around Casandre as restraining ties.  Other than that, nobody saw or heard anything, and no one was ever apprehended for her murder.  Nothing about who any of the boys could have been…

Locals living in the town only know her as Casandre.  Her full name is Casandre James. Her family had just moved into town a few weeks before her murder.  Afterwards, they moved out of town as quick as they had appeared.

Because of the violent and unresolved nature of her death, it is said that every Halloween Casandre’s spirit is restlessly earthbound roaming the woods protecting other girls and taking revenge upon boys who dare enter.

Likely, because it happened on Halloween night, her legend has been expanded into a fearful story.   It goes that the first boy who sees Casandre in the woods during Halloween night is bound to be cursed by Casandre.  The curious part is that she doesn’t do anything then and there.  The sight of her is enough to scare off any boy.  Just one glance of her will cause the boy to subsequently meet her again, that night in a dream.

The dream starts out great, with Casandre appearing as a nice and pretty girl.  From an innocent girl, she starts looking more sexy, sultry, and desirable.  She puckers her lips showing off her sexy legs and firm little breasts, wildly enticing the dreaming boy.  As the boy has become totally seduced, he makes his move to take advantage of her .  He can’t get in even as much as a kiss before she transforms into a supernatural being— a bloodthirsty vampire, a vicious werewolf, a hungry zombie, or an evil witch. The boy must fight Casandre and escape from her clutches. If he fails and dies in his dream, he will die in reality.

Although a popular urban legend, most of the town folk, especially the adults, take it as a joke made up by kids. They don’t mind it though because it helps scare off young boys and girls from spending too much time in the woods making trouble, especially on Halloween night. If asked about it, they would laugh it off and tell you that it’s just a product of teenage boys’ wild imaginations. But is it really mere fiction?

Last Halloween, Jerry Miller, a local teenager, chose to walk alone through the very woods where Casandre was killed, as a short cut to get to his best friend Rody’s house. Rody was hosting a big Halloween party.

Jerry is familiar with the woods as it’s the quickest route to Rody’s house.  Otherwise, its a very long walk around it.

Jerry is also familiar with the Casandre legend, so he rarely ventures into the woods at night, and never has on Halloween since Casandre’s murder. However, on this particular Halloween night, he knew he was running late and wanted to get to Rody’s asap.  Of course he thinks about it with some fearful thoughts, but wouldn’t admit it outright to anyone.

After five minutes’ worth of self pep talk, he chooses to suck it up in the name of saving time and peer pressure, heading to the woods. Walking through it, Jerry can’t help but think about Casandre’s murder.  Only the police know exactly where it occurred because for months they had closed the woods during the investigation.  Afterwards, they intentionally covered up the crime scene.  Jerry’s head was filled with all thoughts about Casandre and her murder.  He never heard anyone even suggest who the boys might have been.  “Wow!”  Jerry says to himself, as thinking about Casandre has made time pass quickly.  He was nearly out of the woods safe and sound without a glimpse of Casandre!  “ha ha!”

At the party, there is talk of Casandre, and only more talk of the urban legend which intensified when it was discovered that Jerry had just walked through the woods. Rody and the others joke about Jerry’s “treaking” in the haunted woods.

To liven things up, somebody suggests playing a Casandre prank, which has become sort of a Halloween tradition among the kids. One girl volunteers to play Casandre and the kids take mock photos of her making eerie, crazy poses that actually look rather silly until they edit the photos in an app making them appear much more scary.  The kids use the photos in text messages to show how much fun they’re having and to entice others to come to the party.

As the party is winding down, and the remaining guests stirring around like lost souls, Jerry has the realization that he has to go through the woods again to get back home.  Of course he could take an extra 30 to 45 minutes and walk around it.  Rody sees Jerry getting ready to leave, “Hey chicken shit, you taking the long way home?”   “F U”, torts Jerry, “why don’t you follow me and see!”

A WALK THROUGH THE WOODS

Rody takes Jerry up on his offer following him enough to verify that Jerry is actually going to walk home through the woods.  Jerry is doing it, but he now doesn’t like it.  It’s just a little creepy again thinking about Casandre actually being murdered there.  But where was there actually?  Every little clearing appeared like an ideal spot for a murder.

Why is it that the woods look more menacing than before? Adding to the drama it that it’s a full moon too.

There are weird, spooky sounds, and it feels as if somebody is watching or following him. Jerry’s unable to shake the thought that Casandre might suddenly pop out of nowhere. He tries to overcome the thought of where she was murdered and focus straight ahead.  For a fleeting moment, Jerry thinks maybe a significant amount of alcohol would’ve made him braver.  The three beers he had at the party weren’t going to do it.  Jerry just concentrates on getting home and thinking about the comfort of his bed.

However, now in the midst of the woods, it being just as far in either direction to get out of it, Jerry, feels trapped.  He also noticed the full moon is darkening with rain clouds and it has started to drizzle.  He breaks into a fast paced jog.

As the glow of lights begin appearing at the edge of the woods, his courage level skyrockets!  There was no Casandre at all!  How lame and boring. And all that being scared to death for nothing.

Jerry and Rody are always pulling pranks on each, so Jerry wants to call Rody and tell him he saw Casandre and was scared stiff that he needed his help! In reaching for his phone, Jerry realizes it’s gone!  His first thoughts are that he left at Rody’s.  No, he recalls putting his phone in his pocket as he needed to push some  brush away with both hands when he first entered the woods.  Oh no, it had to have fallen out in the woods!  Jerry has thoughts of leaving it there, but because it was raining knew he better find it fast or his phone could be ruined.  That brave cocky feeling faded quickly!

“Let’s be rational,” he thinks to himself.  “Wait a minute, who is let’s?”  Then, comforting himself with rational thoughts that he didn’t see her on the way back and that she’s just an urban legend anyway.  Plus he has never really heard first hand of anyone coming in touch with Casandre.  So he braves the woods again, developing more swagger with each step.

While back tracking, his confidence is cracked when he hears an eerie female voice say, “Jerry, this is Casandre. Let’s dream together”. He nearly shits himself!  The voice keeps calling him, “Come to me Jerry”.  “Wait a minute!  That voice sounds like a recording,” he tells himself.  He walks tentatively towards the source of the sound and sees a light. What luck!  It’s his phone!

What he didn’t know was that at the party, Rody had the same girl who posed as mock Casandre, record this as a ringtone on Jerry’s phone. Rody’s plan was to call Jerry while he was walking through the woods, so Jerry would hear the recording and scare him.

Strangely, when Jerry picks up the phone to answer it, no one is there and there isn’t even a cell signal to call that damn Rody back! Jerry pockets his phone and runs back towards the opening of the woods near his house.  Upon making it out, he is relieved he could breathe freely again. He wants to laugh out loud at all his silly thoughts and emotions, because for him, it was feeling somewhat like conquering death…. With an “air of confidence”, nose to sky, he glances back into woods.  Nothing there outside.  But just inside the opening, a shape of something moving slowly appears from darkness.  It’s a shadow lined by trees.  Trying to make the shape out, it forms a young girl – It’s Casandre!?  Looking at Jerry straight in the eye! His first instinct is to run like hell, but he’s suddenly firmly rooted. His gaze is fixed helplessly on Casandre, as if she’s drawing his eyes to her empty soul. He wants to scream, but no sound can come out from his throat—only a slight, pathetic gasp for air.

He can feel himself breaking out in a cold sweat, and his breath appears as cold puffs in front of him. It was even a struggle to form and hold on to a single, simple thought. After what feels like an eternity, he finds himself able to move and break off from the spell of Casandre’s cold, lifeless evil gaze.

BAD DREAMS

It didn’t seem real at all.  It was that feeling like he had when his uncle Tom, who was like a father to him, passed away – you can’t really believe it – surreal!

He immediately removes the “Casandre” ringtone masterminded by Rody.  Should he get help, call Rody?  Who would believe him anyway?  “Maybe it wasn’t really anything”, he tells himself, “it was dark and I didn’t really get a clear picture”.  Jerry talks himself into letting it go and prepares to go to bed.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he hears the same eerie Casandre voice and sees his phone alight. Reaching over to the nightstand he picks up the phone, looks at it, and sees that it shows a phone call coming from “Casandre”. What the heck??!

Jerry has had enough of Rody’s pranks. This is not funny—not funny at all! They may be best friends since kindergarten, but surely there’s a limit to playing pranks on each other. He intends telling Rody what he really thinks, also contemplating whether he should tell Rody about seeing Casandre. Jerry answers, “Yeah, that’s real f’ing funny, Rody. You got me. But I need to tell you something very serious!”. But strangely, all Jerry could hear is soft breathing coming from the other end. He simply chalks it up to another one of Rody’s pranks. Jerry’s  glad Rody didn’t talk because now as he thinks about it, he didn’t want to tell Rody about the Casandre thing.  “He’d just laugh and feel like he got one over me”, Jerry thinks to himself.

Jerry ends the call and goes back to bed. All seems well at first, until another call comes in, only this time he is unaware that it is in his dream. He sees Casandre, just as he did at the edge of the woods. But unlike the creepy Casandre in the woods, he can see her much clearer.  She is such a pretty girl!  He doesn’t feel afraid of her, but feels drawn to her.  And she’s holding his phone out giving it to him.

Jerry feels like he has no choice but to go to Casandre. After all she is like an angel.  Maybe that was not Casandre?  This girl is beautiful and he wants to kiss her!  As he approaches her, his lips coming almost on top of hers, a glow comes form Casandre’s eyes as he had seen in the woods.  She starts to grow facial hair and fangs turning into a ferociously werewolf – striking out at him. Jerry runs for his life, but gets lost in the woods. Every time he manages to barely escape her transformed evil clutches, Casandre comes back as another supernatural being—at one instant she was a witch making deadly potions for him to drink, a vampire who wanted to turn him into one as well, a zombie who wanted to eat off his face, and a ghost of a bloody, horrified young girl who looked as if she was hacked into pieces.  The worst scene was when he came upon her lying on the ground stripped naked and tied up with boys shirts.  Probably, just like when she was raped and killed!

Jerry does his best to fight back and elude Casandre at the same time, barely winning each encounter. Finally finding his way, as a last escape attempt, he flees the woods towards Rody’s house.  Rushing into Rody’s he tries waking him up for help, but Rody will barely make a sound.  Jerry makes a break for the door as he hears Rody’s voice saying something like, “who are you?”  With no Casandre in sight, Jerry seizes the moment to make a break for and run back through the woods until he is safe at home…

Ring!  The house phone blasts out!  Ring!  Jerry’s eyes start to open just as the second ring finishes.  That reminds him of his cell ringtone, and he lays back smiling – what a joker that Rody is!  What dreams it made him have!  He’ll have to call Rody in a while so they can just laugh off everything that has happened including his crazy nightmare.   But before he can even stop smiling, his mother comes into his room, her eyes filled with tears. Shaking her head and gasping for breath, she tells Jerry, “there’s very bad news. Rody’s mother just called, Rody is dead!  He apparently died in his sleep…

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