Just Sayin'

I introduced Jason to the fine art of horror movies that aren't slasher films tonight by watching a movie he owned but had never actually viewed: Exorcist: The Beginning . He's not a huge fan of horror films, but he dutifully sat through the whole thing, not even shielding his eyes at the gross parts (I became most fascinated with patterns in the carpet during some of the gorier parts). It always brings to mind an interesting question to me. Does possession really exist? In every corner of the world since history of man, there has been tales of human beings being taken over by things that were not human. They speak in different languages, exhibit strange behavior that should not be possible, contortions, scratching away surfaces of flesh and feeling nothing, progressive rotting of teeth and flesh, pain and horror no person should ever have to endure. Can it be explained away by things we know of now, such as mental deterioration, hallucinations due to toxins being introd...

Stained Glass: Part I The room seems to swim in crimson. I'm not talking your average red here. Think along the lines of blood, brightly glistening, newly hit with oxygen to give it that morbid cherry hue, and you've got the color I am internally trying to name. It's not an appetizing choice of decor for any place of business, let alone a restaurant of stature such as the place my companions and I are currently seated. The place seems to walk a peculiar line of morose and extravagant, in some ways balancing, in others twisting one direction or the other to the extreme. The booth itself is comfortable, luxuriant even. The leather of the seats plays part in the carnival hues of the place, as it is made from vermilion-tinted leather. It has the oddest of textures to it, as if new and broken in at the same time. We could have been the first and the hundred thousandth guests to have been seated at this table. I have never gotten a feeling of life from a piece of furni...