It Has Been A While…

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A young woman fresh out of collage fastens up her undergarments and looks into the mirror in the Men’s Room for any signs of cocaine residue on her pretty face as the one behind her helps her get dressed, a skinny male twice her age that just did a few lines of the drug and bending her over the toilet in one of the stalls just moments ago.

She smiles back at him while she touches up her lipstick, the very same shade that is smeared slightly on his still erect penis. After all, his Viagra is still flowing through his racing heart fueled by the cocaine and exercise in the stall.

“Do you think that anyone heard us?” She smiled as she put on her her blouse and skirt still looking at themselves in the mirror.

“It doesn’t matter. If they want to keep their fucking jobs, they’ll keep their goddamned mouths shut.”  He smiled back combing his comb-over of his greasy peppered hair. “I just wish my ole’ lady’s pussy was half as tight as yours.” He smiled once more as she put on her skirt.

“Thanks babe. If anyone does say anything to you, you will let me know?” She smiled once more in the mirror and walked out of the Men’s Room only after just opening the door enough to make sure the small hallway between the Men’s and Women’s room was clear of any witnesses before she heads out to the main door of both the facilities intro an office. There she could see large windows and below them, the vast cubical. The large windows shown a blue sky almost free of chemical trails and the New York City Skyline.

If anyone realized what might have happened, they didn’t seem to care in the least. A few gophers from these cubicles have far better things to do and gossip about. An older woman walks passed her without so much as a glance. Under the influence of her cocaine and mid-morning sexcapades with her boss that is like clockwork on every Wednesday for about an hour between 10:00 AM up around to 11:00 AM. She realizes that she may be standing too long and moves off in her paranoia. This is not her floor. Her office is three floors down.

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Walking along in her fashionable dark navy blue business suite and white blouse she makes it out of the large office area into another hallway leading to the door on the right marked, “Stairs.” She walks passed this door as she almost hears a cold whisper, “Don’t take the elevator.” She stops halfway in her quick New York pace on the short maroon carpet. “What? Who are you and what did you just say?” She looks around quickly to see if their is anyone there. There she finds no one and no more was said.

She then continues to turn into a larger hallway with a waiting room, chairs, small tables, and a desk where the silhouette of the woman that just passed her moments ago was now sitting under a high decorative style window where the sun was beaming in causing the younger woman to not see clearly enough. There in this end of the larger hallway, the younger woman could see several younger and more beautiful women waiting to be interviewed. Her mind flashes back no more than two years earlier when she was sitting their texting on her phone waiting to be seen next for an opportunity to work here. She glanced at them closely and thought as she pushed a button on the elevator, maybe they’re the newer models to come in and replace me as the new Office Pumps…

The elevator opens with a bell-like signal and the doors opening as the young woman walked in noticing the younger ladies were far too busy texting to even look up at her. She turns and walks in as the doors closed as she felt the air within the elevator begin to get cold.

In her pride and arrogance with the sudden pre-occupation of being replaced as the Office Pump she realizes that she is not alone in the elevator. Of course, there are security cameras, open microphones, and even an emergency phone. The dark figure startles her as she begins to realize once more about the warning moments before.

The young lady becomes terrified as she realizes the phantom shadowy figure takes shape into a powerful-looking man-like entity. “Scream if you must I can assure you that no one will hear you.” His voice deeply mysterious giving cause to her petite body shaking.

“Who the fuck are you and if this is a joke then go fuck yourself!” She yells at the cloaked and hooded man. She cannot see his face, only his powerful chest and some sort of black leather and silver buckled fasteners on his inner clothing. She can then smell the odd odor of sulfur and something else that caused her slender nose to wrinkle up as her right slender trembling hand tries to cover the smell.

The phantom figure takes notice, “I am indeed sorry about the odor that surrounds me. It has been a long day for me already and yet it is not even noon. Again, I apologize. The sulfur scent will go away quickly, but as for the iron, the iron in the blood you smell, well, that’s like my calling card, that and the scent of old death, I’m afraid. Once more, my apologies.”

As he spoke, the elevator began to slow down as she turned in her controlled fear up to one of the security cameras and yelled, “Are you seeing this? Are you bastards seeing this?” She points with her left arm outstretched to the figure.

“Hey assholes, are you even watching?” Her voice raises and greeted by only silence.

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“Quite the shame. You know, with all this security…” He said slowly looking up at the cameras and yet the hood covered his face from her as he continued, “False sense of security actually. You know, like a prophylactic worn by a man. Seems safe for you to suck and fuck it until the damn thing breaks and then you don’t know what you might catch…” He pauses only for another moment as she drops her left arm slowly still trembling.

“All the while the poor bastard as you so eloquently put it in regards to the security team that cannot see or hear me. You see, I am here for you, Amanda.”

She is completely engulfed in her own fear as she realizes that this is not an hallucination unless something was put into the cocaine, laced by some mind-alternating drug that turns reality into a living nightmare. Then, her boss would have digested the same thing as she attempts to reason this encounter off as just that, a hallucination.

The hood tilts a bit as if he is straining to hear or read her mind. The answer comes quickly and most shockingly as him calling her by her first name. “Oh, this isn’t a hallucination by any means. No, there wasn’t anything as some sort of element added to the already fatal toxins you took earlier. If it is any comfort at all, your boss is lying flat on his back gazing up at the dim lights of the Men’s Room. You see, he’s glaring up into the lights through the cloudy lenses of death. They’ll write it off as a drug overdose of cocaine, mixed with his Viagra leading to his sudden heart attack.”

She gasps and then screams.

“Shut the fuck up!” He reaches out with his leathered black hand and formed a tight fist that chokes her from across the room without physically putting his hand on her throat and windpipe. Yet she can feel the cold death-grip as the temperature in the elevator drops enough to see her own heavy breath.

He lifts her off of her feet by raising his left tightly fisted hand and arm up. Her body rises as she begins to kick her feet as one of her high heel shoes falls aimlessly to the elevator’s floor.

“Why is it that the security have not yet responded. This must be a burning question in your mind, right?” He drops his release as she falls to the floor gasping for air.

“I am the Black Reaper, the Devil’s own Reaper. I come to collect all that it is his and none other. I never guise myself like some old dear friend or relative to come to collect those that are marked, those that are already damned to hell.”

Amanda looks up at him still standing their in the corner. She has no strength to lift her shaking body up from the floor. Her thoughts turn to only these final moments.

“Wondering what you may have done so wrong? Maybe you’re wondering if you made some deal with the Devil you don’t or can’t remember?” He pauses for a response but gets nothing as her eyes struggle on the floor darting back and forth as he, the Black Reaper is already in her head.

“No, it’s not the hump and dump weekly games that brought you here to me, but it helps. Your shitty rat-fucking drug inducing games every Wednesday did not call in your marker sort of speak. No, it was something you’ve said when you were alone some time ago in your car after you killed your fiancé. Yeah, that rat-bastard always sneaking around and thinking he always had the upper hand to everyone and everything. What was it Amanda that drove you to brutally murder him some thirty-six times with that hunting knife you stolen from your friend? Surely it had to be something that brought you over the edge and consequently, threw him over the edge in South Dakota.” She can almost make out the Black Reaper’s voice becoming saturated by this egregious act of cold-blooded murder as these events were being played back in her mind. These thoughts buried so deep that she practically would forget now and then.

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So, you chucked poor ole’ Toby off into the sweet bye and bye  down an old air shaft to an ancient mine far below. You waited until you heard his limp body break up on the old mine’s floor, didn’t you? I do know it has been a while.”

She was replaying everything in her mind. The Black Reaper is right and deeply in her head. “You then thrown the murder weapon, his computer, the one that he replaced you with while you were still with him. Shame that he grew to love that more than he ever loved you. Though, Toby always had a problem with emotions, human emotions, real feelings that lead you, that driven you to off his ass as soon as you could safely do it.” He didn’t wait for her to respond.

“So you stolen a hunting knife from that former friend of yours. What did you call him? Oh yeah, ‘that esoterical asshole.’ Yeah, I can feel the contempt in your heart to this very day. The same name you shouted out while having sex with your former fiancé in those bitch in the heat moments. That neighbor loved you only as a friend. He knew you were delusional from the start but he enjoyed your companionship as you began to use his knowledge and wisdom in things you were grasping to yet to fully understand. Then he began to work on a very dark project that caught our attention over our own sort of evil souls in government. From presidents to congressmen, to judges, and all that was connected to these child pornography and snuff sites. Oh, raping little boys and girls were not enough for these men, they had to kill them and others too. We have so many like those among us, working for us, and dulling out suffering that makes all hell weep with envy.” The Black Reaper chuckled.

“You never took into account the suffering this neighbor had to relive in his own demons, and all you wanted to do is rub it in his face by saying, ‘you take things too seriously. Really? The Black Web and the ring of hellfire around it all and that is all you can say as you desperately tried to pry into his work in helping what little good was left in government. You lifted his blade and you never felt the curse on that knife not to mention, our growing curiosity into your private life..”

Bitter tears were flowing down her face and slowly turning to ice as the elevator stopped completely. Her eyes were filled with the memories, the burning memories of it all.

“You were told by this person that when you look into evil, evil will look back into you. Yet, you paid no heed, after all, you don’t beleive in Hell, Satan, and shit like me standing before you. Yet Satan and I never stopped believing in you, Amanda…” His voice grew serious and somewhat melancholy as she felt a cold bite of metal cutting deeply through her throat from ear to ear as he dropped the very same hunting knife she stolen and used on her beloved Toby.

Choking on her own dark blood and looking horrified at the hideous sight of the weapon and her last few moments flashing before her. Amanda could hear but not see the Black Reaper as death was setting in. “Your suffering Amanda is just starting to begin. There is a whole universe of our special ones that will enjoy violating every orifice in your tight little body as like that of a well-oiled peace-pipe being passed around from one creature to another. You’ll be robbed not only of your life and soul, but driven into complete madness. As, I stated earlier in the beginning that the day is yet young but I have done and continue to do all the tasks that begs my immediate attention.

The doors quickly open up as the first responders rush in only to find Amanda lying on the floor in a dark pool of blood. They look up and around at the arches of arterial spray that looks more like grim angelic wings. A security guard just outside the elevator door exclaims, “We have her on video, we have her confession of a murder she committed and her entire suicide!”

The detectives push the overly excited security guard back just enough to give room to the medics to load her tiny and frail body on the stretcher to cover her with a white blanket already beginning to saturate with blood.

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As the body of Amanda is pushed from the elevator now being controlled by the New York Homicide CSI Team, the young women that were sitting there in the waiting room screamed and were frighten by the gory sight. As one spoke ever so froth with emotion, “She just got on the elevator and closed the doors. We could all hear mumbling and then her talking about killing someone and she couldn’t live like this anymore or something.”

The older woman still behind her desk was answering questions to the detectives, “I don’t know anything much about Bonnie Bryant other than she was having a weekly affair with her boss usually in the men’s room and that is were you found Mister Mobley at? Oh, dear, Joe’s wife is going to need years of therapy over this one!”

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Lycanthrope; The Angola Man

Another great short story from the up and coming novel, “The Werewolves of Deadwood.”
By Douglas S. Taylor

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Prelude: Another short story giving voice to the werewolf community and a note from the author, Douglas S. Taylor.

First off, thanks for dropping in on my most favorite part of the year and as for me, the best season of them all where nature sheds its dead any dying with the scent of burning leaves in the air. This blog is built, designed, and rocked by the dark creative powers of my tormented muses forged through my soul, heart, and mind.

Having a real go at it with the condemned creative spirits of my ancestors that are kicking up in a leaf-lifting small and chilling turbulence clearing a path before me as I stroll deeper in the core of my mind. Things have been hitting me really hard with life in general like I am on another plane of existence. Not that this is a bad thing, I am just more acute – my mind and soul as I have decided to close out the world around me and crank out my passion. If you came here to read this telling of the history of how “The Werewolves of Deadwood” came to be or in how the Lycanthrope has been with us through time in general then buckle up and enjoy this ride with me. This is going to be intense, four-dimensional, and deep. If you are a fan of the Werewolf in general and or are into “The Werewolves of Deadwood” in which I have a couple of short stories out here right now if you had not the chance to catch, “Tales From Under the Concrete, Volume I, Volume II, and with Volume III. It’s all on Amazon available Internationally. The links above are the links for Amazon’s American Site but you can pick them up anywhere in the world.

Okay, I had to plug in those little goodies…

I wrote about how “The Werewolves of Deadwood” came to be already in a much earlier post. In case you have not read, “The Sheriff” and “Grimstalker” then you’re in for a mind-blowing experience.

If you do indeed are in love with dark adult horror that is written in my mindset intended for an audience that appreciates the “Darc.” Then I am your man. I have to make this statement because there seems to be a few people that think this blog is about pleasantries, clean language, and lifeless character dialogs or think if I wrote a character that walks off the pages and is in your face as a reflection of me in some way, well, that’s really fucked up about you and it’s really none of my business anyways.

Right, now let’s move on. I think I peppered those who may be new or those who expects happy endings then you might want to stick with Harry Potter and Disney. For everyone else, you came to feed your dark souls to some kind of power, and “Jonesing” for a feast then, this is the right place.

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Let’s now get deep and find out how the Lycanthrope became what they were throughout  history of mankind.

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Historical Introduction to the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy: The first archeological digs to uncover the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy was discovered in 1904 some fifteen kilometers northeast of Calandula at the Kalandula Falls on the shores of the Lucala River. This site would be proven as one of the oldest sites with carbon-dating nearly some ninety years after the initial find. Angola’s history is anything but kind to its native people. Moreover, much later as the years of the Portuguese conquest and the next few centuries of brutality, there was something deep in the jungles that only the white Europeans caught the faintest whispers about what would be called, “The Angola Man.” According to this darkly legend this myth, this story was thought out in the view of the Portuguese as a fable to keep the white Europeans from coming further inland. The Portuguese slave-traders, the trading posts and scant settlements began to keep an account of this legend as only a few, those native to the land captured claimed that this man, this creature had the ability to change into some sort of hideous monster with a sinister taste for human flesh. These accounts, hand-written by a Jesuit Priest near present day Calandula were sent by dispatch back to the Vatican and to Lisbon. The Vatican sent forth several additional priests as the information from the Portuguese priest.

The Vatican and for that matter, anyone else, would only find the rough frontier mission destroyed and as for the priest, no one had any idea. It would be a long journey, and painful one at that for the priests who attempted to find the author of the documents. By the time of the return to the Vatican, there was only one Jesuit that survived to give his personal account. Only vague rumors spread throughout the Angola region as the Roman Catholic Authority buried all the documents and the sworn accounts that would later be revealed centuries later. As for the sole survivor, he found himself succumb to some sort of unidentifiable infliction that those who attended to his needs realized that the priest was possessed by some evil demon. The account of this sole survivor’s death and those surrounding the events were buried right along side the records, accounts, and forbidden by the church to ever speak of this again.

As for the scholars, the telling of what the Portuguese took on the myth as the “Angola Man” became nearly forgotten. There was no more whisperings or claimed first-hand sightings or victims of the attacks. Some of the remaining natives claimed that those who survived the attacks were rounded up and killed off by fire and beheadings. It would be just be mere chance that this legend of the “Angola Man” would come about. Needless to say, the position of the Vatican claimed they knew nothing about what they called as some sort of hedonistic native superstition and nothing more.

Suppression of the “Angola Man” by the Vatican seemed assured. It would be a couple of centuries later and to the chagrin of the Vatican, that science would find its own path into the rediscovery of the “Angola Man” through combined efforts and discoveries beyond the reach of the Vatican.

Archaeology and those seeking by finds and connecting various dots across Europe, the Middle East, Africa of course, and the Americas.

It would be England and those of Oxford that began unveiling the fragments of the “Angola Man” mythology while investigating the European accounts of Lycanthropy. Highly skeptical as science should be scoured what little they could initially leading those of Oxford to find if there was, at the time, any evidence, any physical evidence.  Leading the investigation into Lisbon and finding some mythical tales uncovered some very old documents kept at a small church near the Spanish boarder. These documents, old, but, compelling, England had enough to finance an expedition into Angola. There near where the remains of the old mission was uncovered only driving Lord Victor James of the Royal British Museum with the  joint effort with the German anthropologist Dr. Fredrick Schmidt near modern day Angola  in the northeastern direction passed the village of Calandula at the Kalandula Falls on very shores of the Lucala River right where the research would prove the discovery solidifying the myth.

Lord James would later be called upon a discovery of near human creatures in the ancient cave paintings matching the same cave drawings in Lascaux to the most recent discovery of those in Chauvet, France dating back as 17,000 BCE. There in France would only have the paintings and the possibilities of a sub-species of earlier man, perhaps the ancestor of that of the “Angola Man,” and shear speculation at best. Still, there would come more from various areas of the world.

Older cave drawing would later be discovered in Australia and in the United States in Utah. The cave drawings of Nabascar, ancient day village of Sumer of 19,400 BCE were thought to be the oldest until the discovery in Angola’s Kalandula Falls  Site where only decades later through science would prove that Kalandula Falls is the earliest dating back some 48,000 BCE from remains of the second expedition through intensive DNA testing categorizing the shocking revelation of the “Angola Man.” As with the advent of DNA, the carbon-dating on the fossil remains of the first finds proved that the “Angola Man” was some 240,000 years ago.

During the second expedition into Angola by England was well under way. Lord Victor James found himself once again, leading the second expedition of the “Angola Man.” Oxford, England would become the epicenter of the scientific community as far as the “Angola Man” was concerned. Unfortunately for England, Lord James, and the rest of the world would suffer World-War I. The furtherance of the “Angola Man” was to be shelved.

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After the end of WWI, Lord Victor James was asked to come and visit a very perplexing cave painting found in the state of Utah. There he could clearly see that the native American Tribe called the, Paiute Indian Tribe oldest known cave paintings, and yet, still older is the monolith carvings and cave drawings in the Moab Region of the state. Here is where a very strange monolith that Lord James believes shows what may look like the “Angola Man.” The ancestors of the Paiute Indians called, Pre-Indians, then later called, “Columbia Man.”

These drawings shown what scholars would call, “The transitioning of man to a raging wolf-like creature and then eating women and children. This was the only evidence showing a possible transitioning of a man, or in the Paiutes as a “Shape-Shifter.” It would be later in the summer of 1920 when Lord Victor James would discover along with the leading scientific American, Dr. Wally Davidson that between the “Columbian Man” and the Notah or the Ute People who settled around 12,000 years ago in this region that the Paiute People briefly, through supremacy in numbers caused the Ute People to relocate. This was also noted in the three slightly different styles of art. Dr. Wally Davidson’s task was specifically keep everything between the Ute People and the treaties set forth by the American Government.

The timeline was most important for the three teams to establish a timeline of first who where the first humans that settled into this region which began as early as 14,000 years ago by the “Columbian Man.” The “Columbian Man” were the first settlers into this region and there was more evidence through cave and monolithic carvings to show that the similarities between the different native peoples had in common other than the present day language of the various people in the region. The “Shape-Shifter” as it were, was among the Columbian Man, later around 8,000 years ago, the Paiute up to and around 2,500 years only to abandon the region. The Ute People entered and remained in the region around 1,200 ADE. The Ute People seemed to have the upper hand to fight off these cannibalistic people with the advent or introduction of the bow presumed a date some time during the early fifth century ADE when the second wave of the Ute People conquered or driven out the “Shape-Shifters.” Both cave and monolithic carvings spelled out the accuracy that would definitely be most appreciated all this evidence from Lord Victor James and the United States leading Archaeologist, Dr. Wally Davidson. Following both the physical evidence in remains and drawings from the stone in Moab shown that some time around 1540 ADE the reintroduction by the Spanish, the horse.

During 1924, unique as well as perplexing shown the old graves of various human changes of the shape-shifting through the skeletal records. Again, every known shape-shifting grave site shown signs of the use of fire as well as decapitation preformed by the Ute People that also collaborated with the timelines, the Ute People’s tellings, as well as an abundancy of physical evidence of such a creature. In the eyes of Lord Victor James, the “American Shape-Shifter” was somehow the same sort of sub-species to the Homo-Sapiens-Sapiens found in Africa before the war. Lord James believed that the “Angola Man” described as some sort of huge jackal-like creature plaguing the local Angola Tribes. Lord James in his ailing condition coupled with his aging years was sent back to his homeland where he would spend the reminder of his life rallying the “Angola Man” and the American finds in Southern Utah as one of the very same species of man.

Lord Victor James’ efforts into convincing the English Academia in the spite of all the evidence, he could not be right. Some speculate that Lord Victor James did not succumb to a natural death but silenced by his own nation’s government. The monarch of England who championed covertly into Lord James’ two expeditions into Angola and his tireless efforts in America also publically denounced Lord James’ conclusion. Officially he died of a simple heart failure during the early hours of August 20, 1926. British Academia, the Royal British Museum along with Oxford removed all information collected from the brilliant mind and his finds from Africa from the public along with volumes of his unofficial and obviously suppressed data from the eyes of the public.

It would be his progeny some 90 years after his death that blew the lid right off the suppressed data and physical evidence to include information of the assassination of Lord James and the darkly kept secret of the collusion of the royal family.  The United States also suppressed all the information, physical evidence, along with with the deaths of both teams lead by, Dr. Wally Davidson to include himself. According to local papers and the outcry of the local people that the ill-fated train robbery in which the final destination to Washington D.C. went down near Woonsocket, South Dakota. None survived the train robbery, the dynamite used to destroy any kind of evidence. The official story of so called, local eye-witnesses said the train robbery was conducted by regional Sioux tribes in February, 23 of 1928.

The official story to many was nothing but some kind of fabrication of a clandestine staged robbery by the United States Army. There was absolutely no proof outside the testimonies of the witnesses of Woonsocket that the local Sioux tribes had anything to do with the outright killings and destruction of evidence conveniently swept under the rug.

Again, like America’s counterparts in England so too the results of deception and destruction of evidence, the scientists, any anything to do with the research in the Moab region met a very mysterious end would be proven a full century later that the various conspiracy theories were proven true and the long dead eye-witnesses would be found that they perjured themselves opening up what later proved as the Woonsocket Conspiracy as well as the very least as a complacent government. It would be the research to formerly charge those working in the Pentagon, the US Congress leading up to the Calvin Coolidge Administration who would remain President of the United States until March 4, 1929.

The United States would quickly be thrown into “Back Tuesday” of October 29, 1929. So, it would seem the nation would have far better things to formerly look into the possibilities that the Coolidge Administration and the US Army’s involvements in the Woonsocket Conspiracy. The nation would have to wait nearly 100 years later for the truth and the world-wide empirical evidence of the extraction of the DNA of the “Angola Man” and new evidence gathered in Moab, Utah that the two major finds were practically identical in every way.

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The United Nations decided that the pulmonary DNA findings from America would be sent to the Brussels’ Human Genetics Medical Research Center for further studies on behest of the Russian Republic and the majority of the NATO countries. The United States Government reluctantly complied giving more suspicions.

The United States’ findings to include the DNA flew out of Washington DC. However, the material to include 224 passengers and crew was never seen again only adding more mystery and the condemnation upon America. Moreover, the conspiracy theories thrived showing enough information once again to prove how corrupt and what would be later to be proven as the “Lycan Conspiracy.”

There was enough DNA evidence to prove once and for all, the data, the remains, to include the additional findings far from the reach of the infested corrupt American Government. Russia had turned over additional DNA and archeological findings. The Brussels’ Human Genetics Medical Research Center proved once and for all that the history books would need to be re-written. Scientists concluded that there is a separate species and dubbed it, “Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy.”

The new data not only challenged the current scientific narrative as well as the major religions that there was always Homo-Sapiens-Lycanthrope walking among us. It is also made clear since, “Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy” is its own species of mankind, that there was no cure or gene therapy as in a cure to change a Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy or in the vernacular, werewolf into or back into a human. Most of the ancient stories, religions of old, and pre-history is proven right with the few exceptions to include;

The moon does not hold its sway over a shape-shifter which is a werewolf
Werewolves are not allergic to silver or a silver bullet lethal
Werewolves natural state for humans bitten are in their original human form.
Werewolves natural state for Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy is that of the Werewolf.
Religious artifacts of any kind to include New Age beliefs and icons do not
work to protect one from a possible attack or drive a Shape-Shifter off.
Human, Homo-Sapiens-Sapiens cannot get infected with the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy genome only through being bitten, body fluids, and through open wounds.
Once a human is infected by a Shape-Shifter there is no known “cure” or tradition to change back to just being a human.

During the chaotic times in this new age of discovery of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy, the Vatican came forth with the information only at the point of the smallest nation in the world would fall prey to the external forces as well as darker forces from within. As the death of the Vatican and thusly the Roman Catholic Church was imminent, the sacred records along with a sea of files, documents, computer data, pictures, and studies secretly conducted by the Vatican since 1910 had knowledge of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy and the fact that the Lycans was, at the time, alive, and the barbaric dogmatic testing conducted.

A violent end of the Vatican and its tens of centuries of misdeeds finally succumbed. From the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy genetics gave the scientists and the medical community all information world-wide. Humanity is not alone. The Homo-Sapiens-Lycanthrope detection and exposure processes were handed over to the U.N. as well as the various superpowers of China, Russia, and India were given for further weaponizing chemical and biological studies into such weapons that could be sprayed under the cover of Chemical Trails, public water, and all European Lycan Control Centers or the EULCC. The EULCC morphed into a newly formed borderless advanced military throughout Europe. The propaganda against Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy in France and Germany fanned out to the far reaches of the world as the “Great Culling” of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy has begun.

Before all out war was declared upon the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy, many were brought into remote concentration camps in Poland, Lithuania, Holland, and Denmark. Norway would be the first to begin the death camps for the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy in their final solution. However, the truth became public in Norway and this caused the very beginning of the “Pro-Lycan Movement,” and a growing threat to all those offering a final solution for the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy. In this tumultuous period of civil unrest revealed  a much darker creature webbed throughout humanity while during the “Great Culling” and power-grab that dwarfed Hitler and his Nazi Party. This creature is known as the vampire and resulting in two distinct groups later to be easily defined.

As history will reveal that the main driving force in such governments for the “Final Solution” or the “Great Culling” period was none other than the vampires and those under the vampires’ control. These facts revealed did little more than push those governments and the majority of people to swell the ranks of the “Pro-Lycan Movement.”

The humans now had the perfect war. In Russia the Lycans would proven entirely too numerous throughout the wilderness and the Siberian regions. The chemicals and biological agents didn’t work as promised and some speculated it was these chemicals and the biologicals that are responsible for the modern day vampire. Those that were captured alive found that the modern day vampire was not a third species of human but those infected with the K-17 Virus.

Again, some even postulated that the K-17 Variant was used in the processes of the leading biological weapons. Others claim that the United States is at fault for the FDA and the Atlanta Disease Control along with a long list were responsible in the covert operations conducted with the help of the CIA in getting the variant, the flawed variant into the bloodstream of the human species. In America, these K-17 variants proven ineffective on the Lycan. Those Humans who were ordinary Homo-Sapiens-Sapiens affected by the botched K-17 Virus definitely began effecting the general public. The K-17 Virus as history shows turned humans through a couple of three stages before become a modern-day vampire. The beginning of an effected were experience what is coined as the, “First Death.”

The First Death would be suffered only to those former humans that had direct exposure to include the United States Armed Forces, secret agencies, the CIA, and, well, a morbid spectrum in society. The First Death phase lasted the infected for three to five days. These bodies left alone without incineration, decapitation, and to include liquefaction processes would evolve quickly into all the symptoms of being the undead as in ghouls and zombies. Those in this second stage would be highly infected and this K-17 variant would be passed from the infected undead state to the victim only if the victim survived an attack. The third phase of the K-17 victims would then morph into what would be considered a normal human being. The modern day vampire would remain in this state until its final or “Second Death” by the same means of extermination as to the second phase. The modern day vampire proved that vampirism is very much alive as with those in control of the world banks, the Federal Reserve in America along with many members of Wall Street. It seems as if some horrifying payback of karma fell upon the beloved 1% of the world’s richest. This fact alone was one of the key ingredients of the redistribution of trillions upon trillions of untold riches. Some go as far as they could in helping out karma since she moves a might slow.

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Then came the RU-486 that would prove to be the mutually destructive in both effecting the Lycan and those either turned or bitten to a hideous death. In the newly discovered modern-day vampire would grow intolerant by sunlight driving them to the darkest lairs and ancient ruins throughout the world. Still, the Lycans were to be exterminated as the RU-486 would keep these shape-shifters from changing into their much stronger natural selves making the final solution easer in America as well as Europe in spite of the growing movement for the Lycans. As the movement grew into the “Pro-Lycan Party” or the PLP that became engulfed in Europe as well as Russia, China, and India. The public grew weary of the decimation of the Lycans. France, Germany, Norway, Italy, and England were forced to the Lycan Peace Processes beginning after the Monarchy of England were brought forth like in Medieval times to be executed because of their vampire conspiracies. It is also noted that the horrid truth is that the British Royal Family were vampires, vampires like the Rothschild Banking Cartel were all stemming from the ancient Germanic Vampire bloodlines. A grandiose public display of separating heads from spine of not only the British Monarchy, but heads of the parliament were also put to the business end of the Executioner’s axe. It would later be proven that several of the executioners were of Lycan and this information would be only a footnote in the annals of history.

England, Wales, Scotland, and the British owned Northern Ireland became awash in debt-free power, wealth, and the end of “British Want.” These facts of the largest transference of wealth to the public would go down as the greatest of mankind’s history would attest.

The PLP Accord was reached only after the Lycan War sacking Moscow, Western Russia, and the devastating defeat of the Communist Chinese. The PLP Accord would ban any termination, detention, capture of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy species. Furthermore, the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy were not allowed hunt down and kill humans. The charge of “Murder” for the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy only applied to their own since Humans, normal humans, murder is defined as one human killing within the same species. 

The power and wealth transference changed the faces of all governments to include China as well. This period was the beginning of the “Second Golden Age” of social, medical, and scientific realms. The persecution of the Lycans would stop and force all remaining governments, independent governments to the table of the United Nations with the PLP Accord. Moreover, due to the high numbers lost amongst the ranks of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy, many who survived would choose to separate themselves from their human counter-parts due to fears, hatred, and persecution though outlawed, were to continue along with the use of the RU-486 Virus slightly modified to use against the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy. Illegal and those found using the RU-486 would be executed by local and regional laws provided from the guidelines of the PLP Accord.

The RU-486 would continue and infect the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy species driving them to near extinction. In the United States, the Department of Homeland Security under the new mandates of the PLP Accord pushed hard against the U.N. Resolution was actively instrumental by secretly lobbying with other elements resulting in the introductions of these bills and acts to Congress.

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The actions and conspiracy of the Homeland Security proven true that the last of the vampire covens where among and protected by this wretched Department. Homeland Security would be finally dissolved and all those that were a part of this vampire deception were executed in Washington D.C.

As many would come to realize that the vampire covens had a stranglehold not only over the Central Banking Cartels, but well among all major branches of government. The newly formed Federal Bureau of Investigation or commonly known as the FBI lead investigation after investigation purging the various parasitical vampire infestation.  Due to the newly aligned FBI, proved the older regime of the US Government in all three major branches were formerly under the direct control of the vampires in what was labelled as the “Shadow Government.” The FBI would continue to find additional vampire covens controlling most of the major Cabals other than just the banking and all three branches of US Government but well nested in the CIA and Pentagon to say nothing about the Military Industrial Complex. All of federal along with state and local governments would be purged from the various vampire covens’ controls.

Chancellor of England, Lord Richard Simmons was quoted, “Though the United States thinks its still a superpower and that of an Empire seems to have to be forced to clean its own house before making such a boast.”

Lord Richard Simmons would shortly later be proven right. As history has shown that as far as America was the last to sign the PLP Accord was the leading nation of the vampire infestation stemming from the fascist banking cartels in 1913 through the beginning of the “Second Golden Age.” For America would indeed have to wait until the vampire covens would be exterminated. History would show the bloody extent of the vampires’ involvement in the most insidious acts against humanity from the Spanish-American War and later show as key players in the American Civil War. There seemed to be no end in sight as to the wickedness and the seduction of the American Public and those of its former ally nations.

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The American public broken of the parasitical government turned its focus in the eradication of these covens and the various cabals, corporations, and other organizations. As far as the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy in America, many feared that they are either migrated out or died within the US Boarders. Nevertheless, the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy definitely faded into urban legends in the Eastern Regions of the United States to include the West. Some agencies in the American South claims that the last remnants of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy are in small pockets in the remote areas. Other agencies claim that several Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy “Packs” are very much alive and well. As to the truth of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy in America is uncertain…

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Giving The Dog A Bone…

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In almost every state in America there are urban legends of phantom cars suddenly appearing and then vanishing. There are actual police video footage of recent years that one can search and easily find. These urban legends of phantom cars go back as early as the making of the first automobile itself.

I first wrote this story just a few days ago as a draft on Facebook. Though, liked by many, I decided to expand both in detail and length as you may read here.

The torrential sheets of rain came down as the asphalt looked more like an oil slick than a rough used surface just when a powerful 1969 SS Chevelle, black on black, and what wasn’t black was chrome suddenly appeared out of darkness. The car, from the glorious days of the American Muscle forever gone, is gleaming in the streetlights as the rain is easily repelled.

All the windows of this intimidating vision to include the front and back which is illegal are so dark it makes it impossible to even see the driver behind the wheel.

The sound of a 396 big block that is nothing less than a perfectly machined balanced engine with an oversized cam gave this car a powerful growl through the twin exhaust out the back under the chrome rear bumper. The crowing jewel of this ominous vehicle is the blower assembly towering over the hood and the powerful engine below.

Anyone that is into cars, especially, the old muscle car days could easily see that nothing was left to chance when this car was built from the ground up with aftermarket and post production modifications going well passed the engine and other obvious changes. The suspension from front to back is highly modified to compensate for the world of high-speed that escaped the minds of Chevrolet. Not missing any details, the SS Cragar chromed rims and matching spinners sporting the very best in street racing tires.

The only sound that is louder of the car’s deep throating rumbling engine is the band known as, AC/DC’s playing the immortal album of 1980, “Back In Black” and how fitting adding to the dark ambiance of the weather. The song, “Giving The Dog A Bone” blaring through a very expensive sound system and a couple of Bass Cannons in the trunk for good measure.

The light turns green and the car rumbles off slowly since it owns an otherwise empty street.

Who would be out in this weather?

Who would be out this late at night?

Is this car, the driver spoiling for some kind of confrontation, or perhaps, a race?

The car begins to pick up some speed just by a mere crack of the throttle as the car goes from 35 miles per hour to 75 in just a couple of seconds hitting the on-ramp leading to north on Interstate 5.

Still, there is no traffic to speak of as the car hits 90 without breaking a sweat in doing so. Medford lies beneath the huge overpass as the car is nearly a blur in the rain creating its own turbulence coiling behind leading to a rooster tail of water it kicks up that would make it impossible to even see the license plate or the shape of the vehicle from someone, anyone behind the car.

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There is no other vehicle on either the northbound or southbound lanes as far at the eye can see on this overpass. Though, the driver of this magnificent beast seems to know something that the simple observer cannot fathom to hazard a guess.

Like a menacing ghost, the car passes the Crater Lake Highway exchange heading northbound. The car hits over 100 miles per hour as it leaves the rainstorm giving way to a much dryer surface as the driver engages the blower causing the beast of the SS Chevelle to raise its front wheels barely off the ground and howling like a demon under the lash.

Now well over 140 miles per hour, the black monster of mechanical rage passes a semi tractor-trailer and in less than 100 yards in front of the semi in the slow lane is an Oregon State Patrol car like that of the truck before seemed to be standing still in comparison. The driver of the SS Chevelle didn’t even bother to slow down at all.

The vehicle blaring the title song “Back In Black” as the red and blues from the Highway Patrol’s Dodge Charger Hellcat now giving chase as the SS Chevelle seemed to slow down just enough so that the State Patrolman could catch up a bit before the dark specter of the car would begin to leave Mopar’s best in the wake.

Now at 160 miles per hour, the state police car can’t keep up requesting assistance as the officer watched the car go beyond his view as a helicopter belonging to the Oregon State Patrol whizzed over the screaming flashing lights of the wailing Dodge Charger and heading up to the SS Chevelle.

The copter gaining slowly on the SS Chevelle begins closing in enough as the pilot and co-pilot realizing that the chopper is practically at its top end speed by the control panel lighting up with warnings.

The chopper’s high-powered headlamp catches the license plate, make and model with the haunting plate of “Satan 666” on the Oregon Plate, customized, of course, in the fleeting glimpse. The car is seemingly toying with the helicopter only for a few moments longer before it leaves the gaping mouths in the cockpit behind at just over 200 miles per hour. The helicopter pulls back, it cannot keep up as, “Have A Drink On Me” is playing.

Traffic on the State Patrol’s radio is becoming heavier as more cars far ahead set up an ambush. Already, this car managed to outrun two failed attempts by the Jackson County Sherriff’s Office in coordination with the Oregon State Police. The car just passed up these locations before the authorities could accomplish their plans.

The across the unrelenting State Trooper’s radio, Dispatch reads back the information obtained by the previous helicopter. The information from dispatch comes breaking through, “The car, a 1969 SS Chevelle, Oregon Plates, ‘Satan 666’ was registered to a James David Taylor of 1151 Justice Road, Central Point, Oregon.”

The officer in the black dodge radioed back, “I’m sticking with it, dispatch. Shit, it must be in Grants Pass by now. It can’t travel at that rate of speed forever and who is the car registered to again?”

The cruiser traveling at 165 miles per hour close of redlining his own engine and weary not to do so. Already the engine temperature is hitting the dangerous level of overheating.

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Dispatch answers back. “The owner has been dead for nearly three decades ago. The car shows no new owner since the car was destroyed on Highway 101 near Coos Bay back in 1981.”

“No how in the hell do you know all of this, dispatch?” The officer nearly yelling back over the top of his winding engine.

“Because, that car, make and model, and license plate belonged to my brother. That’s how I know. And I know something else too, Roseburg police and two state police officers are waiting for a car that will never come to them. You’ll see…” That’s all dispatched said in her nervously frighten voice.

The small prickling hairs on the back of the state patrolmen’s neck stood up as he was closing in on Grants Pass just a few miles south of Roseburg. As the dark, Dodge Charger passed over the town below. The State Trooper, he could see the black SS Chevelle just fade into the whirling foggy mist.

“Thought so…” The Officer said with a grimacing smile.

“Can’t keep going at those speeds in this weather. Now, you’re all fucking mine, asshole!”

The officer slowed his car down extremely quick to avoid hitting the SS Chevelle somewhere in front of him in this blinding fog. In moments later the Trooper’s car made it safely through the other side of the foggy mist. To the Trooper’s amazement, there were only red and blues flashing and coming to him in the opposing direction from the north. He quickly scanned the entire horizon of his windshield and could not see the enigmatic car, the 1969 SS Chevelle.

Then the Trooper stopped his vehicle in the northbound lane and opened up his door to step out with his flashlight as the others were safely coming upon him. It is now almost dawn. With all the lights, hazard lamps and the red and blue lights lit up the entire area right around the Trooper as he even walked to the shoulder of the road thinking that the car in pursuit went off into the dark woods below. There is no sign of anything that would give him a logical explanation as the whereabouts of this mysterious car.

The Trooper glanced back at the fog but it was gone as it appeared simply out of nowhere. His eyes widen at the suddenness of it all. His mind is telling him, ‘Fucking cars just don’t disappear into thin air.’

As the mist and heavy fog vanished like a hand over all them below, the Trooper could see it was not some natural form of fog as he could see the stars above him under a clear night’s sky. There are no other patches of fog anywhere in his sight.

The Trooper scurried behind his car where the fog and mist would have been moments earlier. The pavement completely dry and void of any skid marks leading to heavy breaking or a loss of control. There was nothing but blank dry asphalt.

A combination of adrenaline of a high-speed chase and the ever-growing distinction of chasing a phantom car gave him more than enough cause for his uncontrollable trembling.

‘This isn’t happening. there’s got to be some explanation?’ he thought to himself as he turned to face the slow-moving police cars approaching. The Trooper headed back to his car so he could be safely seen by the oncoming police traffic.

There, somewhere in the slight breeze, the officer standing there could barely hear the chilling bells from, “Hells Bells” from that very same album but could not place the direction and the source only as the sound faded away leaving him totally alone just before others would join in his bewilderment in a few more seconds as the horizon in the east is turning from black to a beautiful dark blue.

A single helicopter is now heard off in the distance surveying the entire area and reporting nothing in sight as the pilot’s voice cracks across the Trooper’s radio.

By now all the other local and state police came up to the Trooper’s car, they all shared in the same puzzling and perplexing look. The inside camera of one of the Oregon State Trooper’s showed only one set of headlights leaving the mist and fog belonging to the northbound Trooper who gave an unrelenting chase. There as they all shared their videos, all showing the very same thing; an otherwise empty northbound dual lane with only one car breaking through the vanishing fog as if a large invisible hand pulled it straight up and out of sight ever so quickly.

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The Trooper understandably mystified as others around him were as well. Some of the officers heard the winding powerful engine coming to them off in the distance, and like the fog and mist, the sound suddenly faded away as if that patch of fog and mist that not only concealed the phantom car, but in some way, took the car with it.

“It’s like we all were waiting for a ghost that never came.” One of the Grants Pass policeman said as all eyes turned to the veteran sergeant as he himself looked southbound.

“I heard of a yarn when I was a child living in Coos Bay about a hellish accident along the coast of an illegal street race. No one survived. Two cars, a 1969 SS Chevelle and a 1969 Shelby GT 500 Mustang…” All remained quiet as the stone granite faced policeman continued.

“I didn’t want to believe it. My dad was acting Sheriff there and was one of the first to be at the fatal scene. Then about a year to the day, the SS Chevelle would show up. People would speak of seeing it creeping… Prowling through town. No one ever mentioned seeing the driver because the sighting was always at night and you can’t see shit through the dark tinted windows. Shit, I don’t think we were ever meant to see through it all anyhow.”

“So you believe in this phantom car legend, then?” Another Trooper asked the local cop standing there in a half-circle around the Trooper’s car.

“Gentlemen, you have heard what you heard. For others, you’ve seen what you’ve seen and captured both on the various car and copter videos. With that, I leave you up to drawing your own conclusions but, I will say there is an afterlife, and a world beyond this one. Nevertheless, this phantom, this specter of a car has been seen as far east as Bend, and as far north as Portland, let alone the entire length of Highway 101 along our coast.” The officer then got into his car leaving everyone else still standing in awe under a cloud of more questions than answers as the sergeant drove quietly back to town.

The next day there wasn’t any mention in the Medford Mail Tribune of the Highway Patrol’s car chase or any mention of the phantom SS Chevelle oddly enough. Everyone involved were sworn to secrecy. Besides, who would possibly believe them?

It would later be a plain fact that all who were involved in this chase this evening would ever see that phantasm of a car again…


 

For my brother, James David Taylor

July 16, 1965 – June 7, 1986, RIP

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