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The Man in the Black Cape and Weirdly Shaped Hat


Dreams are images in our head as we sleep, and nightmares are those weird things that wake us up and frighten us as we sleep. Nightmares are what keep us up at night scared, shaking, and running from our fears and cause trauma. Have you ever fallen asleep and are trying to wake up, but it feels like you are being sucked dry and strangled? Nightmares that follow trauma involve the same scary elements that were in the trauma in our lives. For example, someone who has had the dream of the man in the black cape and weirdly shaped hat may have thoughts about running as fast as they could away from a man who is following them. The person affected may dream about trying to escape from the man in the black cape. A survivor of an animal attack may have nightmares about the assault, or even viewing the animal may startle the person.

I have often had dreams of animals ripping me apart. The sudden rush is like a quick snap back to this reality.

The scariest dream is a nightmare.

The dream so many other people and I have had in the past is the dream of the man in the black cape and weirdly shaped hat. The dream starts out amazing, but as time moves quickly forward, I found the dream to be quite terrifying. I was backpacking in the woods on a cloudy day. The moisture in the air was incredible, and as I walked through the forest as it started to rain. It was coming down soft at first, and as the wind picked up, it hit my face hard. I could feel chills run down my spine as the wind picked up speed again and slammed hard into me. I push onward trying to continue walking in the forest, but for some odd reason, the wind continued to become stronger and stronger. I started to try and walk forward; however, the wind stopped me dead in my tracks. I found myself being pulled up into the sky. I began to scream and yell at the top of my lungs. I could see the black and gray clouds in the sky as I was pulled higher and higher into the heavens. I reached the point where it was total darkness, and it felt as if a tornado was taking me higher and higher. My fear was falling straight down to the floor to a deathly demise, or worse having a heart attack and dying.

I felt for a moment everything stopped. I looked down and realized I was falling at a rapid rate. I could see the clouds as I zoomed by them going down back to the ground. Instinct said I was surely dead. I closed my eyes bracing for impact and awoke inside my bedroom. The bed was as soft as a feather, and I still had my clothes on from backpacking. I sighed in relief. I looked up at the mirror on the wall, and it was distorted bubbling, and as I looked in the mirror, I could see a black image. It had no face. The mirror construed the image so I could not see its face. I looked into the mirror a little longer and noticed fabric on the lining of the mirror. It was black as night. I looked over to the window and see sundown was now eating the brightness of the day. The black image started to come out of the mirror, and when it did, I began to run out of my home. The old house had a few skeletons in the closet, but when I saw the man come out of the mirror, it scared the hell out of me. It reached its hand out of the mirror and blood started to stain the floor. I looked at the creature with a black cape, and I ran out of the house. The creature was running on top of the roof tops of the houses like it was nothing. I felt goosebumps start to creep down my spine as the man in the black cape and weirdly shaped hat began to run down one of the houses. I looked at the man in the black cape stop as he picked up a cat and bit its head off. The creature’s teeth were sharp, and as it turned its head, I could see the blood dripping off its teeth. The creature growled and started to run at me again. I ran as fast as I could, though I put in the effort I fell hard to the floor, but when I braced myself for impact. I landed on top of a building connected to other buildings. The man in the black cape and the weirdly shaped hat was on top of the building with its razor sharp teeth ready to attack. I turned around and started to run. I jumped from one building to the next trying to out run the creature. The monster was chasing me and showed no signs of fatigue as I was starting to get extremely tired. The dark shadow of a creature was now ahead of me on the buildings. I looked over my shoulder and could not see him anymore. I stopped and looked back. I asked where did he go? I turned around as I heard some cats scream out in pain. I saw him jump up and run straight for me blood smeared the road as I looked back. The man in the black cape and the weirdly shaped hat was now running at me full speed. I tried to run quicker and faster but started to lose my energy. I stopped running and gasped for air. Drained of power I was exhausted. The man in the black cape and weirdly shaped hats’ cape now towered over me. I turned around slowly. I could hear the cape ripple in the wind and as I turned around the man in the black cloak grabbed my throat and opened its mouth. Its teeth were yellow and crooked, and I could see fur and bugs moving around as it roared in triumph. I screamed, and at that very moment, I awoke trying to breathe and could not. I grabbed at my throat and gasped for air. I turned over in my bed and could see my wife staring at me with a look of concern. I jumped not realizing she was awake. I rolled out of bed while my wife watched me head to the bathroom. I went to the John and did my business still shaken up by the dream. I got ready for work. I put on my clothes and put my shoes on. When I went to the mirror I pictured the hand coming out of the mirror and blood staining the floor. I put my hand on the mirror and reassured myself it was all a dream.

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The Clown Haunting

While at the local supermarket Laura saw a coworker.

Hey Mark,

I think you dropped your hat! Laura yelled. Mark with a distinct look turned around as he was startled by Laura. How did you know that was my hat? I saw you wearing it silly. Mark under his breath mumbled. The haunting curse of the clown. What? Laura said. Nothing. Mark grumbled as he started to walk away in a hurry. He yelled. You can keep the hat. Laura gave him an odd look and rolled her eyes. Laura looked at the hat carefully and noticed a tint of red on the base of the cap. She rubbed it with her fingers and found a hidden message. It read. The person who puts this hat on shall pass it along in seven days. If the wearer does not find a host beware the hideous creature, you will become with blood red lips, razor sharp teeth with a white face with black streaks, a red nose, and the uncontrollable thirst for blood. Laura shrugged her shoulders and put the hat in her Michael Kors bag. A cool trick she said.

Laura made her way home from the supermarket and noticed as she got home her Michael Kors bag was full of blood. Upset she dropped her purse and screamed. The hat had fallen out and was now on the floor, but as it did the sliding hat streaked the floor with blood. Laura picked the hat up and walked over to the garbage can. She threw the hat away picked up the garbage can and threw it in the outside dumpster. Laura went into her home and gathered all the groceries and put them away. She felt her heart sink as she remembered the message on the hat. She rushed over to the trash can and found the trash ripped open. The hat was gone, but a trail of blood was left. Laura confused looked down at the asphalt road and notice the trail of blood led to a back alley. She walked over and found a man wearing the hat. He was out cold, but the hat was on his head. Laura kicked the man’s foot lightly but got no response. She reached for the hat, shakily she screamed as a man in the back of her startled her. You know you shouldn’t steal from a homeless man. It’s bad luck. Did you give the man the hat you are about to take? I did not. I threw it away because I was frightened. What do you mean? The man looked at her questioningly? The hat was bleeding in my bag. I dropped the purse and screamed as the hat slid out blood streaked the floor. Oh, it doesn’t seem to be bleeding now lady. You should leave the man be as he found the hat in your trash and is now the new owner of the hat. The man walked away, but Laura looked at the homeless man and kicked his shoe hard. The man jumped and screamed. What the hell! Sir, you took my hat. What hat lady? The one you are wearing. She said. Oh, well I found this hat in a trash can. Laura yelled. I want you to keep the hat, but know there is a curse on the hat. What are you talking about? You must be on drugs little lady because I haven’t seen any evil curse. Laura looking at the man could see the blood dripping off his head onto his shoulders. Laura gagging as she could see maggots falling down the man’s coat? Oh, look here ma’am. The man took the hat off, and Laura could see his brain. Laura began to hack up her lunch.

The man went over and grabbed Laura’s shoulder. What is wrong with you? You can have the hat Laura’s stomach was curling as she looked at the man. He was no longer a man but a hideous looking clown. He had a white face with two black streaks coming down his face where his eyes were, but his eyes were red with yellow pupils looking at her. Laura screamed as the man started to talk. His teeth were razor sharp and had maggots and centipedes coming out of his mouth. Laura again threw up as the bugs in his mouth were being crushed and dripping onto the floor like drool. The man again put his long white hand on her shoulder, and as Laura looked down at his hand, she screamed in terror. His hand was not human, but were long and at the end of his hands were razor sharp nails. The nails were black and had blood dripping from them. The man looking at the woman noticed blood on her shirt as he moves his hand away from her back. The man screamed and started to run down the cold dark alley. I didn’t do anything! He screamed. The man running down the dark alley started to panic as he looked down at his hands. The hat in his hand still. He noticed blood dripping out of it. He looked at the base of the hat and saw the message. The person who puts this hat on shall pass it along in seven days. If the wearer does not find a host beware the hideous creature, you will become with blood red lips, razor sharp teeth, a white face with black streaks, a red nose, and the uncontrollable thirst for blood. Paranoia sunk in and the panic in the man’s heart made him pass out. He fell to the floor with a loud thud. Laura still trying to pull herself together started to walk home. She was sobbing as she made her way to her door. Laura opened the door and went into her home. She noticed on the floor where the hat had slid out of her purse was a message. You gave your hat to another. You are safe! Laura dropped to her knees with tears rolling down her face.


The man in the alley was out cold. His heart condition caused him to pass out from the paranoia, panic, and shock. The man awoke a day later. The man pushed himself up. He felt pain in his right leg. The man remembering what had happened that night started to walk over to Laura’s house, but as he began to walk down the alley, he noticed two police officers asking some of the homeless some questions. The man looked at the hat and put it on his head. He started to walk toward the officers and was surprised to hear they were investigating a large puddle of blood near where he and the woman were last night. He started to walk past the officers but caught the smell of something sweet. He began to walk toward the smell. What is that he asked himself? It smelled sweet. He looked all around and noticed he was drawn to the huge puddle of blood.

The police officers noticed the man had walked over to the puddle. The officers observed the man bending down grabbing at the blood and drinking it. The officers ran over and went to grab the man’s arm when they did he turned around and scared the hell out of the two officers. The man’s face was a hideous monstrosity. His face was white with black streaks falling down his face. The blood from the hat drenched the man’s face. His nose was cut off and was as red as blood. He reached out toward the police officers and as he talked the officers could see blood and maggots falling out of the man’s mouth. Hungry the monstrosity groaned. The officers were scared. The man got up and looked at one of the officers and licked his lips. He walked toward the officer showing his sharp teeth. The officer drew his gun and told the man to stop. The man didn’t though. He walked right up to the officer and used his long deadly hands to rip apart the first officer. He ripped through the flesh trying to get all the blood he could. The second officer pulled his gun out and shot the man several times in the back. The creature turned around and looked at the man as he was eating the officer’s flesh. The officer scared stumbled backward and started to fall as he hit the trash cans. The homeless were in shock and scared. A woman screamed it’s an evil clown. The clown ran towards the woman and growled at her. He grabbed her arm and took a chunk of flesh right out of her. The evil clown threw her to the floor and went towards the officer he ripped apart. The man drank and sucked up all the blood he could. When he was finished his hands and body were back to normal. He was full of blood. The man could hear carnival music playing in his head. He also started to hear the song. All around the town, the evil clown chased the people. The demonic clown stopped for a bloody snack. Plop! Goes the dead people. Eating half a pound of flesh, and drinking half a pound of blood. Mix it up and make it taste nice. Pop, Slurp! Goes the eaten drinkin’ dead people. Blood! The man groaned. I need blood! The man pulled the hat off and rubbed the base of the hat. He reread the message again and noticed he had to give the hat to someone else if he were to survive. He ran over to the lady and said here you can have this hat. I am sorry. I don’t know what is going on. The man when he passed the hat on to the woman saw the image of a clown with black streaks on its face, red eyes with yellow pupils, and razor sharp teeth with blood and bugs falling out of its mouth. The man started to run down the alley away from the lady. The lady upset said I don’t want the hat. She threw it away in one of the trash cans with a fire burning in it. The hat did not burn when it hit the flame it started to make the flames steam and then go out the trash can filled with blood. The homeless lady started to hear the carnival music and as each day went on her thirst for blood continued to grow until the seventh day. She terrorized the supermarket with mass murder. The customers and people walking in said they saw a woman clown with black streaks going down her white face. Her eyes were red with yellow pupils, and her teeth were sharp and disgusting.

To be continued…



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Psychological Warfare of any Type of Business

Does it exist?

Business is business no matter where you go in the world, and there will always be problems and confrontation. It is how we choose to deal with psychological warfare of the business.

Everyday life has a way of putting a person in their place. What do I mean? You ask this question as if I know everything. I do not, but I do know when life is like a chess board. The board is unique to how events line up. The board is designed to attack an opponent and pick off the opposing team one by one, but what happens when this is being played by a company such as where you work. It’s happening in many jobs all around the world, but I have found the most interesting field of work is the restaurant industry. While you work for a restaurant company you start to understand the nature of the company, and how working for a corporation or a franchise is no different.

While everyone knows the older generation makes up the majority of the restaurant’s form of income of the business. Yes, there are other restaurants which allow football games and wings for the younger crowd with loud music, and drinks. The Chessboard is played differently in this type of environment but relates all the same to the type of psychological warfare in the business.

Competition is always going to make a person compete to make another person look bad in favor of power. What is power? Why is power effective? The chess board, for instance, has a king. The king in the scenario will be the owner of the company. The queen will be the Vice President, and the other pieces will fall into place according to management, supervisors, and the pawns which are usually the lower level employees. The question should be who runs the asylum? Is it the manager who is in control of his subordinates, or is it the pawns running around the restaurant trying to satisfy the guests’ needs? Who is actually running the asylum?

The king walks through the door, and everyone is supposed to stop and address the king. If the king is not welcomed he will rebel and throw a tantrum, but what happens when the king tells a team member.

“You are not special.”

The type of power in which I am talking about is called conditioning. The condition is. I am in power and you are below me. I can replace you, but when you do this in public where all the customers and employees can hear you this becomes a problem. It has been seen in major corporations such as major store branches who have become a monopoly of power with no limitations of how they treat their employees. The conditioning is you are replaceable, or a dime a dozen.

The employee feels awful because it is embarrassing to them emotionally and psychologically, but it also sets a standard for your customers. Every person who walks into the facility is a customer, including the owner and his staff. The owner at this point has set the tone for his employees who are his internal customers. The tone he has set is simple the cascading effect of power, and the king has either unknowingly or knowingly put up a boundary. He has said at that moment. “I do not care about you or the people.” Implying that all he cares about is the money being sent to his bank account. The customers bring me money not you, but you are wrong sir! The employees are internal customers who supply the demand. The concept if another one of the king’s restaurants opens and takes money from the employees’ lives it takes a part of their livelihood. i.e. the restaurant has a fire, and the employees are affected because they can’t work for an extended period of time. The owner of the company does not give a damn because it all goes into the same pocket. Who’s? His pocket!

The king will make more off of insurance, because of the fact that his investment into his own company will pay him for his loss of product, building structure, and wages.

What happens if an employee was able to have insurance like the owner in case of a fire, or another disaster? The employee would also be protected, and in turn, would also benefit.

The hierarchy of power reflects the mood of the owner onto the upper-level management, and lower level management and the management enforces this mood onto the staff members through retaliation.

It is amazing how many businesses use the schedule as a form of punishment. Employees everywhere if this is happening please call your human resources department! The schedule is a binding legal document the court systems use to ensure the employee is getting the number of hours needed to sustain their household and daily lives and is used for unemployment purposes. If an employee’s schedule is changed the manager must ensure the employee is aware of the change and ask if the employee can work the desired amount of hours. The favorite is the fact when managers put schedules are subject to change. Check your schedules. Is this acceptable? Is it even legal if you are living in an, at will state for employment? It’s illegal and highly unprofessional to use the schedule as a form of punishment, but when the owner has power in their human resources department anyone is a target of retaliation. Whistle blowers tread cautiously in this type of scenario because you are subject to feel the same wrath. The department should be separate from the company and should not be manipulated by source or rather king, queen, bishop, took, castle, in this scenario. Higher ups influence should not be considered if they are contributing to the issue, or are part of the problem. The retaliation point could also be the signing of checks. When the owner signs the checks and takes it to the bank. What are his thoughts and actions, but anyway back to the management discussion, and hierarchy of power?

The manager then turns his attention to the not so special person who is apparently replaceable. It’s a fact of any business who can abuse their power knowing every employee is replaceable. If a vice president the (queen) of the board is pressured by the king. The Queen is bent on pleasing power so in return subjects her power toward the staff and guests making an impact on subordinates and the lower level pawns of the company. Her goal is to set impossible standards and force the (employee) opponent out the door, or in this case taken off the board, but the company feeds the notion of we want long-term employees. Is this at all acceptable? Is it right? Who do you go to when this sort of power crushes your inner character and well-being? The punishment and retaliation of this type of behavior break a person’s moral.

The many problems built into this environment are hard to comprehend. These are just some of the problems associated with the business. A company such as this should focus on the well-being of a person, and not whether or not they can show up to work, but people need to work in order to survive. What about the well-being of the employee? If the employee is ill and needs to stay away from guests and other employees the employee is told to cover their shift. If the shift is not covered they are written up. Three strikes and the employee becomes jobless and the manager is finding a replacement.

What does this mean to the employee?

The queen, rooks, bishops, knights, and pawns are all victims of retaliation and subjected to a hostile work environment. Who wants to work for a king who does not care about his staff and just the money? There is an imbalance in the business, and it is after all just business, but the staff is what makes the king powerful. The staff is the ultimate key to the success of the business, and the power of the king. The chess board is being played by someone else, because though the king is in power. The king has deadlines, licensing, insurance claims, legal issues, and many other issues to handle on a daily basis including loss prevention/food cost. The king has got to look into his heart, and find the reason he started doing the business. Though, yes, we understand it is to make money but is money so important his internal and external customers have to suffer as he crushes his team to make the extra million or two.

Psychological warfare is played by everyone in the Restaurant business even the pawns, but though it is played by everyone in the business it is the source of power which makes the biggest impact on the business and the impression on the person. Telling someone they are not special is not empathetic to the person’s situation. It is cruel! Who would continue to work for someone who gets mad if you are late because every day is different, and every day brings a new challenge? The challenge is to find the one person who stands separate from the rude comments, and the negativity in the palace of sanity or insanity. It overall has affected this person to hear all the rude comments internally, and externally, but when the person starts utilizing the knowledge to set boundaries around their personal perspective, and emotional faults. The person has the ability to become more than just a pawn in the game of psychological warfare. The ability to influence people to help others be successful is influential to this type of environment. Look for the positive in the sharks gliding along on top while you are struggling to swim to the top. Life is a ladder in order to succeed you must keep climbing even after you’ve met the highest level of accomplishment. The issue is we all get comfortable in our positions, but when a person is constantly subject to change and rotation. The growth is exponential internally and externally the customers such as staff and guests know you will take care of their needs, but the acknowledgment and respect from the employees is even greater. The staff learns to appreciate and will go out of their way to help this person.

The kicker. How would you feel having to go to work every day knowing the powerful chess pieces are not able to make a person quit and give up? Ultimately, in order to carry the briefcase, you have to be able to handle every aspect of the chess board and the pieces in which the board allows a move. What happens when you run out of moves? Does the game end, or do you find yourself restarting the game? The guests always come first, but for the king, it is his wishes above the guest. I am served first because I am the owner, and because I am above you the attitude is; I am hungry feed me! Is this right? Is this wrong? Who ultimately fires the employee/customer? I would say the employee/customer fires themselves or just give up, but when the employee/customer gives into this type of treatment. They start to forget the external customer, and don’t care about their lives; they just focus on keeping their jobs to sustain their lives.

The king has won, and the queen has been given the satisfaction of crushing an internal adversary while using his tools such as the manager, bishop, knight, and the rook to affect the pawns in the game, and the effect is the end game. The pawn could be just as powerful as the more powerful pieces in this business all they have to do is think effectively to strategize how to understand the opponent/worker and never let your opponent know what your next move will be until you make it, but while you make the next move make sure the opponent thinks thoroughly about their next move. I would suggest always be three to four steps ahead, and think first before you try and make your next move. In this case the owner and the management. Knowing there dislikes about certain ways of shutting down the restaurant, and adjusting the environment to where the king does not complain to the queen, the bishop, knight, or the rook about who is at fault for things not done. It makes the pawn in the game highly effective in keeping a distance from the powerful opponents, but instead can take action to see, avoid, and stop the stronger opponents’ warpath when the time is right. I would say the two teams are equal but when you clock in the time for moving is essential to being at war with the other team. Every business has what you would call the bottom feeders of the company. The employee who is off the radar, and is doing the minimal amount of work puts more work on other employees. The situation could be approached and redirected without having to crush the internal pieces on the board, but it continues to happen daily as the manipulation and problems are not addressed.

The chess board and psychological warfare in this type of business crushes an intellect and drains the mind of a strong-willed person. The term. “Treats others how you want to be treated” is trumped by others trying to harness and gain power. The game of leaving things which should be put away as soon as an opener opens the door instead throws the previous shift under the bus, and left for road kill. The person who does this stands by and lets the others take the fall when the king complains. Why wasn’t this done? The direct response, for example, is they did not do it yesterday or last night. The initial response the king should say is. “Who opened this morning? Why is this not done?” Instead, the king, lacking the team approach, in turn, is not contributing to the team effort and only thinking of who to blame? Instead, he walks around ranting and raving about what is not done and who is to blame. He should’ve asked the team to get the job done in an effort to alleviate the problem.

Hiring people who say they can do the job, but they really do not have the necessary skills to do the job is another thing. We see this in politics, restaurant businesses, casinos, hotels… Interviewing people who feed you the information you want to hear have the ability to get the job, but when they have the job are unable to perform. All talk and no action. The person is hired to point their fingers and talk crap about others while insuring their faults are not looked at when questioned the person points the finger at the other employees. It drives staff members crazy when this happens and more problems develop. The person fails at ordering, preparation, job knowledge, and constructively critiquing staff because of lack of training. Where is the training, manager? In turn, this person is a fast talker in the circus of employment and does the same thing in the scenario with the king when confronted. The person is special in his own aspect, but is sadly also replaceable, as am I for writing this article? “Not an admission of guilt!”

Longevity or job tenure! What is it and why is it important? In a never-ending changing world, the environment of the restaurant is never the same for too long. Employees who have worked for the company for long periods of time develop methods of manipulation. It doesn’t matter if you are a man or a woman in this scenario because if you have worked for the company for 10 years they have what is called seniority. It means individual employees have an investment where they have invested time and energy to see the company grow and expand as they have grown and expanded their positions, but what happens when the person is a new piece on the chess board and the people who have an investment in the company manipulate the new people? The employees who are new have no idea the environment they are about to embark on. The senior employee who knows their position well has the ability to manipulate others in the work field through scheduling, job duties, and like the king make others feel like they should quit through manipulation causing damage to the person’s perspective, and though the employee feels good about themselves it creates a hostile work environment. Here is an example. In the restaurant business servers who are hogging tables, and not sharing the load with their teammates to ensure everyone has a chance at making money. In order to knock the opponent off of the chess board, the senior employee manipulates the situation while the manager lets this behavior happen without addressing the situation and seating the restaurant accordingly. When this is done effectively the workplace is friendly and engaging, but without balance it is chaos, and thus the question. Who is running the asylum? We all know everyone needs a job and money to sustain a life so the newer employees allow this behavior unknowingly, or if they know the employee will complain to management and lose hope if nothing is done. The newer employee does not know how to respond, or how to handle the situation, and this is how we end up with a self-destructing employee; meaning the employee ends their employment with the company. How would you handle the situation? Who would you turn to if management does nothing, and the senior employee is large and in charge of the aquarium swimming alongside the sharks at the top of the food chain?

In conclusion, a book could be written on the number of issues associated with the restaurant business or any business, but in order to survive the business you must set yourself apart from the chess pieces and the board of checkered boxes, and tell yourself. “It’s just a job in which you are solely making the decision to work in this type of environment.”


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Dead Man Walking

This story begins with a question. What if I were not here right now? What if I were to die within the next couple of seconds, minutes, or even hours? It is funny how time is always in the way of our lives and current events, but as all events what if you were in a coma for more than 6 months? This thought could potentially change your life forever. These types of situations are hard on family members, friends, and the people trying to help keep you alive. This is a challenge because they are unaware of the challenges you are about to undergo internally, and spiritually. This feeling is an internal battle and the person is trying to get back to the outside world.

There was once a man who lived a very healthy life. He was driving home one night to a family birthday where he was going to greet his family, and let them know how much he loved them, but as he was driving he was rear ended by a man not paying attention to the road. The man driving a white old Buick was too busy playing with his iPod shuffling through songs. Brian was now fighting for every breath he took. His lungs were badly damaged and he was bleeding internally. Brian’s family was not given any news about his condition. The family was told to hurry to the hospital. Though his children were already grown up. The family received the news their father was in a horrible accident upon arriving to the hospital. This caused his wife to fear for the worst, and the family started to panic. Several hours passed as the doctor’s continuously worked to save his life. The doctors defeated could not save Brian. They tried multiple times to ensure his survival, but could not get his heart beating after multiple flat lines. His body had suffered a massive amount of damage.
Brian had actually died on the operating table multiple times, but while he was being operated on. Brian’s soul was looking down at his own body. He could see everything in the hospital. Brian years later told the family about the story. He could remember seeing black hands coming from the walls. Brian was watching as time worked extremely fast. He described being above everyone in the hospital. Brian in great detail described the doctors and nurses working hard to help him survive. Brian mentioned other people around him as he was in the hospital. There were people dying and coming up to his level, but they would zoom past him. Brian also noticed black hands coming out of the walls and operating tables, pulling at bad spirited people’s souls. Their screams were remarkable, but Brian started to wonder why he stayed lingering above his body. Brian walked around looking at his motionless body, but couldn’t do anything to get back into it. He remembered the monitor flat line multiple times. The defibrillator sending a jolt into his body. He watched his body rise then drop as it did nothing to help him. This scared him because he could see his family crying in the waiting room as they were given the news he did not make it.
Brian sighed with grief and watched as the doctors put the covers over his head. He stayed watching in shock as the doctors started to walk with his body down the hall. His family was devastated. Brian looked on putting his hand out to his wife as she fell to the floor crying in tears. He walked around his family trying to comfort them, but got nowhere in his attempts. He tried everything to let them know he was with all of them. Brian sat on an empty hospital bed thinking about his family, but as he did this he could see the black hands coming from the walls. One of the hands touched his back and grabbed him, and he felt all the memories of grief and sorrow throughout the years. When this happened he jumped up because the hands started to try and pull him toward the wall they were trying to take him. Those black hands were already attacking and dragging him somewhere dark. His soul sadly knew where. He asked silently in his mind is this the end? He pulled away from the hands grasp and ran down the hall. He could see many people leaving their bodies. They were being pulled into the darkness down below or were zooming by him toward a greater purpose. Brian at this point wanted to jump back into his body, but didn’t know how. His emotions started to make him angry and frustrated. He cried out for help, but no one acknowledged his request. The dead were all in a hurry. Brian now desperate fell into a state of depression. He could see the embalmers cutting off the rest of his clothes and removing his belongings as they prepped him to be embalmed. Time above he stated many times moves really fast. It’s not like on earth. He sat next to his body shaking his head. The black hands again started to come out of the walls. They were reaching out and trying to grab him. He watched the embalmers start their process. The embalmers shaved his face and cleaned him up. They started the process of putting a type of glue to make sure his mouth remained shut. They started to sew his mouth shut. Brian in shock started to panic. He jumped up and laid above his body. He envisioned himself going back down into his own body. The embalmer was now starting the process of draining blood. Brian looked deep down into his soul and asked for a second chance at life. The black hands grabbed at Brian and as he felt their grip on him pull down, he could see the charred hands. He could hear deathly screams. He could hear whips and chains in the background. Brian scared and confused thought of his family and his friends. He wanted to be with them now more than ever. Come with us they bellowed. Brian started to feel the cool air hit his body. Breathing from his nose, he opened his eyes and grabbed for the embalmers arm. The man nearly died as Brian startled him. The other embalmer laughed and said it was only reflexes, but for some odd reason the man knew Brian was miraculously alive. Brian tried to speak, but no words escaped his mouth. His lips were sewn shut. Brian yelled and thrashed his arms around. He felt massive pain coming from his stomach where he suffered great damage to his insides. Brian looked around the room and suddenly passed out from the shock. Brian awoke to a room full of family and friends. They were all so happy he was alive and doing well. Brian lived to be an old man and always warned the children of the black hands in the walls.

Written by: Anthony Gurule