What has Happened to Horror?
((((CRRREEEEEAAAAAK!, CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK." echoes from the staircase stabs at the heart of one lone girl. No doubt created by a madman.
"I Hear You"
For my 27th birthday, me and my mother journeyed to the orange, green, and crimson wonders of Sedona, Arizona. It was a while since I last hung out with her, so I thought a four day trip out of the city together would be a needed break from the world. As a dynamic duo we toured different areas where spiritual energies would be felt. Our first stop was a Buddhist sanctuary dubbed the Amitahba Stuppa near Chimney Rock. The second was a protected ecosystem herald for its' strong electro-magnetic fields. Another was Airport Mesa; which was overrun by tourists. The third was Boynton Canyon; whose silent winds had no echoes still haunt me. Fourth, Cathedral Rock. Fifth, a gemstone shop where I bought my first collection of stones and a crystal. And the sixth, an art gallery that housed amazing ethereal and Native American Art. But none of that will ever beat my next and final experience; at the base of Bell Rock.