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tormented by demons
Hi my name is Richard mark Lewis and for the last 20 odd years i have slowly then rapidly seen my life go on a massive rollercoaster ride... got diagnosed schizophrenic around bout 8 years ago... but it seems to me that it was all down to this mysterious beast.. u can see it clear as day coming from its porthole... am not one to make a long story up but its been a living hell but now my close family member has gotten rid of it from my life feel a lot better .. so believe am not even schizophrenic and it was due to this "monstrous" thing that was it all along can think clearly and am getting mentally stronger as the days progress....have got a number of other pics to back it all up .. another wonder of the world though will probably get told.. would like to get to the bottom of this mystery as am 100% sure that i am not actually schizophrenic....was brought up to believe that schizophrenics were really not good people....but believe otherwise now have experienced some really truly extraordinary experiences over the years ..but am exactly the same person as was growing up..my mum and dad taught me the right ways and morals and respect come a far way . have had colourful life and have owed houses lead a crazy life....but am fairly sure am not my thought process used to be wild right now can honestly say am thinking and feeling myself a massive lot more than previously...and ever since the day realised that everything ever thought growing up was all TRUE... it truly amazed me left me baffled on the spot.....that could actually feel and think like a normal human being again.... before every second of every day was a living nightmare for myself....im not a violent man.... but things have happened during my time on earth that u could write in a book "literally" :) but have still got the glint in my eye and the smile on my face.. and that is to do with becoming a dad .. my 14 year old daughter means everything to me . she's an absolute treasure to know that we brought something so loving caring and unique into this world....cant wait to see her growing into a beautiful adult . which she is destined to become.... just want to make people suffering with mental health aware that we finally woken up and have realised that there is a lot more going on behind the scenes than we are really made aware of..... and people are suffering in silence just like was until woke up and realised wat know inside my heart and now my head wat is really true and not .. for all those years suffered horrifically with the pain and anguish of just not being in my own body most of the time cannot go into to much detail but its been a truly remarkable journey so far just am baffled by it all but as long as i have still got breath inside my body i will continue to go about my life... and speak the truth .. my prophesy and beliefs are all down to my little brown eyed munchkin... she's been a lifesaver and gamechanger on so may experiences i have lost count.....thank u if u have made the effort to read my post appreciate it many thanks Richard Mark Lewis:)
By Rich Lewis6 years ago in Horror
Johnny Angel
The sign, enormous and neon and broken, displayed the name of the Diner proudly: EDGAR O'MAHONY'S DINER. And what an atrocious mouthful. It could have just been Mel’s for fuck’s sake. The place snapped back at my derision in bright yellow letters: JUKE, BURGERS, MALTEDS on a sign posted in the window.
By Rosie Room6 years ago in Horror
Toothbrush & Pants
Can you keep a secret? The cat asks a third time, despite me ignoring their previous attempts to elicit a reply from me. The flywheel of my bicycle buzzes like a pursuant fly as I push it along the path of the park, handle-bars gripped on my left.
By Nick Archer6 years ago in Horror
The Purple Tile
Clyde hurried across the intersection, a harsh sun reddening his neck and baking the blacktop. Stepping up to the curb, he briskly made his way to The Purple Tile diner. As he approached, he noticed two distinct front doors to the establishment - a blue door to his left and a red door to the right. Clyde slowed his pace, looking between the two entrances.
By Benny Shlesinger6 years ago in Horror
For the Love of Fire
I. The Search - 4 Hours Ago Kitten wrinkled her nose. The smell of gasoline was strong. She felt dizzy and nauseous. These city streets were beginning to wear on her and it was time to get out of town. She passed squatters to the left and from them, arose a putrefied stink.
By Annette Kim6 years ago in Horror
Under the Rainbow
Seneca stared unflinchingly across the open space where her fence had, until that morning, stood the usual six feet high. She had never seen the adjacent backyard. Only the thick photinias had ever been visible, sentinels above the shared fence line, adding to the illusion of privacy between neighbors. She had sometimes heard splashing in the sweltering afternoons, and feminine laughter in multi-generations floating her way on a hot wind. She thought now, on reflection, that she’d heard the unmistakable jumbled sounds of a party – clinking glasses, muted music from somewhere in the house, garbled voices talking over each other – a handful of times in the six years she’d lived here. And once, about two months ago, she had caught the strident, angry rhythms of an argument reverberating from within the walls next door.
By Lisa Lynne6 years ago in Horror
I Should Have Just Gone Home
The night was October 28th and it wasn't a particularly eventful day; it was however a rough one. I had been in a funk for the last few days after finding out that my application to. grad school had been denied. Everything I had worked for was suddenly for nothing. I needed a pick-me-up and the only cure for the funk I was in, was the biggest size McFlurry and french fries McDonalds had to offer.
By Ash Hastings 6 years ago in Horror
Roadies
He woke to a start. The dream had been so vivid, yet it was fading fast. He hated that about dreams, the good ones anyway. He scrambled for his notebook, so that he could write it down before it was gone. The first few words were usually scrambled thoughts, the things that stood out the most about the beginning. He found that the further back he could go, as far back as possible, the more vivid his recollection, even if it wasn't seemingly connected meaningfully to the sequence of events that took place. At least, not meaningful in this real life. But what was real life anymore? He wondered.
By Pyrion Astorii6 years ago in Horror
The Starlight Diner
Jen didn’t believe in The Starlight’s ghost. It didn’t make sense, she thought, for an unassuming, small-town diner to have a resident spirit. In the week she had worked there, she hadn’t witnessed any of the activity her coworkers claimed to experience regularly—doors slamming shut, lights flickering, disembodied voices. She thought the staff was playing games, that it was some hazing ritual to trick new servers into thinking the diner was haunted. Or maybe, she thought, the reason she hadn’t witnessed any paranormal phenomena was because she, unlike her coworkers, didn’t believe in ghosts. She never had.
By katherine j zumpano6 years ago in Horror
The Night Shift
As Anne was polishing the stainless steel counter, she glanced upward at the clock just above the door. She watched the seconds tick by as a strand of her black hair slipped from behind her ear and landed on her face. She swiped it back and let out a long sigh. It had just then struck 2:15 a.m. Her shift started almost 4 hours ago. She had wiped down every red table top, cleaned every inch of the navy blue vinyl seating in the diner, and had straightened all but one picture frame on the walls . Even the brick red tile of the dining room had a sheen on them she hadn’t seen in some time. Gingerly she walked across the tile floor and straightened the last of Ken’s memorabilia from is Navy days. Normally, this would make her happy, but she still had another 4 hours left and the last customer left just before midnight. Ken was in the back doing some of the dishes whistling some Irish drinking tune. This was not an uncommon occurrence since it had been his usual means of helping the time pass quicker as long as Anne could remember. With no customers to serve and having been fully satisfied now that she could see her pale reflection in the counter, she decided to go and check on him. She had worked for him for the past 3 years and come to love some of the old folk songs.
By Seth House6 years ago in Horror
The Fast Pass Diner
Never fall asleep in an all-night diner. The waitresses might not bother you—but when you wake up with sugar packets stuck to your forehead and a lap full of coffee, you might wish they had. That was where I found myself last Thursday, after a long shift in the ambulance.
By Hannah Shannon6 years ago in Horror
