We arrive early for Latin Princess's Party,
Visions or Nightmares,
We Meet the Mind,
and Tragedy Strikes
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for a description Our trip through Vermont was peaceful and
relaxing. We ate some maple syrup (drank
is more like it), tried to tip over a cow
( I do not see the thrill in that sport)
and relaxed under trees with colors so soft
and blended it seemed like they were painted
on by Monet. As evening fell, we had just crossed the
state line and we were traveling on a smooth
dirt road when Craftie threw on her brakes
and skidded to a halt. We all braked and
Mardav began to ask Craftie why, when Craftie
held up her hand and said "shhhhhhh
- listen". All I could hear was the rumbling of twenty
or so motorbikes echoing through the dark
night, but when Mysteryman turned off his
engine and whispered, " I hear it too",
we all silenced our bikes and strained our
ears. At first all I could I hear was the
wind blowing through the trees, but then I began to hear it. A soft
giggling, like a young child. I scanned the
darkness around me, realizing that no child
had any business out here in the middle of
nowhere in the pitch black of night. "It
must be a bird or something", I told
everyone trying to convince myself more than
anything. Just as everyone began to agree that it was
a wierd Vermont animal or bird, I saw it.
The thing, the creature that was making the
noise...and it was not like any baby I have
ever seen. Standing not more than 10 feet
from Crafties motorbike, illuminated by the
yellow of her headlight was a "thing".
Not human, but not animal either. It was
no more than 3 feet tall, wore a stylish
top-hat but was freakishly unreal. The baby laughing continued and the "thing"
waddled up to our group and pointed to a
NOOB that had joined us In Munich. As the
"thing" looked up at the NOOB with
one good eye, the NOOB got off his motorbike
to greet it. Despite our pleas for him to
get on his bike and for all of us to get
out of there, the NOOB walked right up to
the "thing" and extended his right
hand in a sign of friendship. Bad move. The "thing" jumped on the NOOB
and with one swift twist, snapped the poor
boys neck. The NOOB crumbled to the ground in a lifeless
heap. OMFRIGGINGAWD. Ice King tried to go
and check on the poor boy to see if he was
indeed finished, but as he neared the body,
the "thing" hissed and snarled
at Ice King and dug its sharp teeth into
the flesh of the NOOBs arm. "I think
he is dead", yelled Ice King. "No,
I am not", hollered the Noob (now known
as Lefty) . Ice King ran back and grabbed
the NOOB and threw him on the back of his
bike like a sack of potatoes. No one needed to tell us to start up our
motorbikes and get the h@ll out of there.
I turned the key and heard the dreaded click,
click, click, click of a dead battery. The
"thing" heard it too and looked
up at me with flesh in his teeth, and grinned
a bloody smile. As the rest of the bikers started down the
dirt road, I yelled at Mela, who heard me
(thank God) and turned her bike around. The
"thing" turned quickly and saw
Melas headlight zooming towards us. He then
turned back to me, wiped his mouth on his
sleeve and laughed. Mela pulled the throttle
back and the Lacy roared towards me just
as the "thing" leapt from the poor
NOOB. With its tiny hand and arms ourstretched,
he flew across the 15 feet that seperated
us. Mela reached me just in time, grabbed
me, and as if in some western movie, threw
me on the back of her motorbike. We turned around in a skid and sped as fast
as we could down the road. I turned around
and looked behind us and saw the "thing"
running as fast as he could after us...and
he was catching up. 40 MPH, 50 MPH, 60 MPH...the
dust and gravel spewed from the rear tire
and I thought Mela might lose control as
we reached 75 MPH on the country road. "Is he still there", Mela hollered,
as we barely made
the turn in the road. "I
don't know, I can't
see anything", I
hollered back. Mela
continued at a break
neck speed down the
dark country road. We
caught some air as
we hit a bump going into
a covered bridge
and Mela and I both hit
our heads on a rafter.
That is all I remember
until I awoke with
a cold rag on my head
and Jargon leaning
over me.
"Where are we", I asked as I looked
up and saw a billion stars twinkling in the
Heavens. We are about 60 miles outside of
Salem, Jargon answered. "The bikes all
refused to start up again after we came back
for you and Mela inside the covered bridge".
"You two took quite the spill".
As if he could read my mind, he then told
me, "Mela is fine also, but both of
you are going to have serious headaches for
a day or two". I saw the rest of the group sitting and talking
around a camp fire
- something felt
wrong.
I could not put my
finger on it, but
the
spirit and wind of
the moment felt evil.
I turned back to
Jargon to ask him
about
getting something
to drink, and he
was gone. I saw Auntie Wood standing on a hill in the
distance, chanting. I tried to get up, but I could not. Something
was holding me down, something I could not
see. I hollered to my friends around the
campfire to no success. The groups had gotten
smaller, it seemed like to me, and further
away. I felt dizzy, and a bit sick to my
tummy. I finally forced myself up using all
of my strength. As soon as I stood, blackness
engulfed me, the fire was gone...and so were
my Moove friends. I was alone. WRITTEN FROM ENTRIES BY BY MELA - Sunday
4:52 A.M. : After hitting the rafter in the covered bridge,
Tory was knocked unconscience and I was thrown
about 20 yards. Thank god, I had my full leathers
on. I went back to check on Tory just as
Dark Embrace, Waya, Craftie Lady, Lapsus,
Red Sage arrived at the accident scene. I
tried to explain to them the reasons behind
only having the single Lacy. As they tended
to Tory, Tory's dad, Jargon radioed to our
support trailer and Mikey of "Friends
R Us" for assistance and we loaded the
totally destroyed Lacy and unconscience Tory
into the trailer. Tory appeared to be otherwise unhurt, but
our group headed
to the closest medical center
to see if her head
injury and unconscience
state were in any
way dangerous. It was not
that Tory was dead
to the world, she appeared
to be dreaming and
in a deep REM state. I don't know if Tory or the others felt it,
but a feeling of impending doom, of a bad
wind had plagued me since we crossed the state line
and left Vermont. Sounds were enhanced, but
quiet. The sky appeared to cast a glow while
it remained as dark as any night had every
been. Nothing felt like it was in its proper
place. Everything was off by a few inches.
It was a feeling I had only once before.
In Cambodia, right before I was abducted
and taken to Tibet. We took Tory in to see the Doctor, and Dave
called the local police to report the half-eaten
poor NOOB (they connected Dave to the Anti-Drug
Hotline). We waited for more than an hour
and noticed the nurses station was empty,
and no one but our group was anywhere to
be seen. Not wanting to panic the group,
I quietly told Jargon and Ice King about
this. Jargon then told the group to head on over
to Hotel, check in and he, Ice King, Embrace
and I would wait on Tory. After getting the support
vehicle keys from Mikey, the four of us went
through the swinging doors and down the empty
hall. It was strange. Not one P.A. announcement,
not one Doctor and not one patient was seen. We checked each examination room. Nothing.
The further we walked
down the hall, the
worse the lighting
became. The feeling
that
everything was several
inches off center,
was growing. Reaching the end of the hallway, we took
the stairs up a dingy,
dark stairwell to
the second floor.
Ice King reached down to
turn the door knob
and jumped back. "D*MN,
THAT'S HOT!. He then
took his shirt and grabbed
the knob and opened
the door. The second floor was a shambles with lighting
fixtures hanging
by wires, flickering a bluish ghostly glow down the littered hall. I heard
the door slam behind me and click. We were
locked in. I pulled out my cell phone, and
tried to call CC, Latin and Waya. I could
hear them answer but the static from something
made them sound too far away to understand.. The only sound on the second floor of the
Medical Center was the occasional popping
of electrical shorts and the scurrying of
rats in dark corners. We opened the first
door, revealing a pitch black room. Something
scurried quickly across the room, and a quick
blink of two red eyes caught mine. The door
to the room slammed shut. End of Mela's entry WRITTEN FROM ENTRIES BY Waya - Sunday 8:22
A.M.
CC, Livid, Latin Princess, Lapsus, C@ndi,
Maggy, Matti, Dave, Red Sage and the rest
of us headed to downtown Salem to locate
the hotel. We took a country road towards
downtown Salem. Twice during the trip, I
saw something or someone watching us. A tall
dark figure. An unfriendly presence. I mentioned it to CC, who had also seen
it. I also told CC and Ladyfire about a strange
feeling I have had since we first crossed
into Massachusettes. I do not scare easy,
but something in the air, the atmosphere
screamed that a horror was not far behind
us. We arrived in Salem and oddly enough, it
was empty. Not a soul, not a vehicle, not
any movement at all. Everything had a strange
lavender glow about it. As we passed the
famous Witch Museum, all of our Motocycles
died - just shut down. Even Livids Custom
Chopper. The wind picked up and we decided to seek shelter in the covered gazebo in
the Garden of Witches. While the lavender sky showed no sign of
clouds, the strong feeling of a storm and
the smell of Ozone in the air told me a storm
was on the way. It was then, I realized that
Latin Princess and Craftie lady were not
with our group and CC was sitting in a Pumpkin
patch mumbling in an ancient tongue. End of Waya's entry WRITTEN FROM ENTRIES BY Latin Princess- Sunday
9:12 A.M.
After leaving the
Medical Center with
the
group, a strange
thing happened in
front
of the Witch Museum
- all of our motorcycles
shut down. We decided
to follow Waya into
a garden, when Craftie
Lady grabbed my arm
and said, "look
Princess", as
she
pointed to a Halloween
Party Supply Shop.
With a huge Moove
Party coming up at
the
end of the month
at my Club (Club
Fusion),
I was in desperate
need of some party
supplies.
We ran across the empty street to the small
store and opened
the door. A jingle of bells was suppose to alert the shop keeper of
our arrival, but no one came around. The
shop was not really a party supply store
but more of a toy and magic store. Although
there were streamers and the cardboard goblin
or two , my eyes were drawn to a whole wall
with puppets and stuffed clowns. It may have been the lighting, but the puppets
seemed to all be looking at me while the
clowns had grotesque expressions that gave
me the creeps. I reached down to pick up
a stuffed clown with a bright purple hat
and an evilish grin but was stopped when
Craftie called me to come over to the next
aisle. I walked to the end of the clown aisle and
turned the corner. Something was seriously wrong This was no toy store or party supply
shop. This was nowhere. I spun around only
to discover that there was no clown aisle
either. "CRAFTIE", I yelled. No
answer. I walked down the dark aisle where I last
heard Crafties voice. The shelves were empty
and dusty and the store was eerily dark.
"CRAFTIE!"
I hollered again.
Nothing. I have seen
enough
slasher movies to
know not to go alone,
so
I decided to head
back across the street
and get some help.
I walked quickly to where I thought the front
door should have been, but everything was
unfamiliar. I saw one door, and went to it.
It was a glass and steel door, so filthy
with a brown smudgy glaze you could not see
through it. Since it was the only place any
light was entering into the shop, I slowly
pushed the door. It started to open and a
shadow appeared through the grimey glass
on the other side and the door stopped. End of Latin Princess's entry MESSAGE RECIEVED AT TORLA INTERNATIONAL GENERAL
OFFICES
There is no dream,
no thought, no wish, no
confession and no
desire that is so hidden,
it cannot be seen.
The moon, the stars, the wind - they have
no choice. They have
no destination. So
will
you be. I control
the dreams when you
are
fast asleep. It is
I, the Dream Maker,
the
Darkness in the corner
of your mind who
has
come. I send to you
the nightmares I
have
gifted to your Angel.
For she sleeps in my arms. Her dreams can
be as sweet as honey or the worst of horrors.
It is my choice. My power will be shown and
unleashed on October 27 at a place called
Club Fusion. Do not doubt my power, do not
make me enter your dreams. Be there.
To be Continued Next
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Our trip through Vermont was peaceful and
relaxing. We ate some maple syrup (drank
is more like it), tried to tip over a cow
( I do not see the thrill in that sport)
and relaxed under trees with colors so soft
and blended it seemed like they were painted
on by Monet.
trees, but then I began to hear it. A soft
giggling, like a young child. I scanned the
darkness around me, realizing that no child
had any business out here in the middle of
nowhere in the pitch black of night. "It
must be a bird or something", I told
everyone trying to convince myself more than
anything. 
NOOB crumbled to the ground in a lifeless
heap. OMFRIGGINGAWD. Ice King tried to go
and check on the poor boy to see if he was
indeed finished, but as he neared the body,
the "thing" hissed and snarled
at Ice King and dug its sharp teeth into
the flesh of the NOOBs arm. "I think
he is dead", yelled Ice King. "No,
I am not", hollered the Noob (now known
as Lefty) . Ice King ran back and grabbed
the NOOB and threw him on the back of his
bike like a sack of potatoes.
20 yards. Thank god, I had my full leathers
on. I went back to check on Tory just as
Dark Embrace, Waya, Craftie Lady, Lapsus,
Red Sage arrived at the accident scene. I
tried to explain to them the reasons behind
only having the single Lacy. As they tended
to Tory, Tory's dad, Jargon radioed to our
support trailer and Mikey of "Friends
R Us" for assistance and we loaded the
totally destroyed Lacy and unconscience Tory
into the trailer.
plagued me since we crossed the state line
and left Vermont. Sounds were enhanced, but
quiet. The sky appeared to cast a glow while
it remained as dark as any night had every
been. Nothing felt like it was in its proper
place. Everything was off by a few inches.
It was a feeling I had only once before.
In Cambodia, right before I was abducted
and taken to Tibet. 
would wait on Tory. After getting the support
vehicle keys from Mikey, the four of us went
through the swinging doors and down the empty
hall. It was strange. Not one P.A. announcement,
not one Doctor and not one patient was seen.
ghostly glow down the littered hall. I heard
the door slam behind me and click. We were
locked in. I pulled out my cell phone, and
tried to call CC, Latin and Waya. I could
hear them answer but the static from something
made them sound too far away to understand..
to seek shelter in the covered gazebo in
the Garden of Witches.
was suppose to alert the shop keeper of
our arrival, but no one came around. The
shop was not really a party supply store
but more of a toy and magic store. Although
there were streamers and the cardboard goblin
or two , my eyes were drawn to a whole wall
with puppets and stuffed clowns.
wrong This was no toy store or party supply
shop. This was nowhere. I spun around only
to discover that there was no clown aisle
either. "CRAFTIE", I yelled. No
answer. 
