Thursday July 14th, 1955

8.30 pm

A man drives down to the red-light district of town; he slows to a snail's pace, driving close to the pavement and stops completely. He winds down his window as a scantily clad lady approaches.

'Hey there cowboy, looking for some company this evening?' she says in her most alluring voice which isn't at all saying much.

'How much would it cost me?'

'How much you got honey?'

'What would two hundred get me?'

'Two hundred? Baby, that will get you whatever you like. You can get to heaven and back on that.'

'Then won't you please join me.'

She moves around the car and gets into the passenger seat. He takes her to an out of the way motel and pays for a room. The whole area is quiet, hardly a soul in the place. In the booked room she strips to her undergarments. Money is handed over. She sits at the end of the bed, and he stands before her. A zipper is unzipped, and a button undone. He stands aroused and the fun begins.

When he is done, he reveals something that she had been unaware of prior to this point. In his right hand, which he had kept behind his back, is a small yet sharp knife. In a quick swiping motion, he slits her neck. Blood quickly begins to pour, and she struggles to gasp. She barely has time to bring her hands to her neck when he punches her full on in the face.

He climbs on top and begins hitting her, punch after punch, all blows to the head. Like a crazed lunatic he continues. Blood spatters everywhere including on his being, but this does not deter him. Shadows, multiple shadows begin to climb the walls and the motel room and the room itself quickly begins to darken.

As the shadows become more and as their speed quickens, he slows as if he is moving at a quarter speed, like a film on video moving in slow motion. Outside darkens and he has come to stand at the center of a dirt road, a small crossroad intersection. A single shadow moves along the ground and comes right up off it. It almost stands on front of him, a darkened mass. Covered in blood, he drops to his knees and spreads his arms outwards as if he is offering himself up for some kind of sacrifice.

Thursday November 20th, 2014

1.30 pm

Eoin Alexander rushes up the garden path with the knowledge that it must be serious if he has been sent for and sent for, he has been. The man he knows as his grandfather is approaching the end of his life and it is he himself who had Eoin sent for. Grandfather removes his oxygen mask, coughs a little and reaches out with his left hand as Eoin moves to be at his bed side.

'Grandfather, I am sorry. I should have been here over the past few weeks.'

'That's alright young man; you had your college to tend to. You are here now and that is all that matters.'

The words were a struggle to get out, the voice is old ... gravel like and quiet, but there was another element at work here ensuring a relay would occur.

'Is there anything I can do for you? Can I get you anything?' spoke Eoin taking his grandfather's hand.

'No, no I just need you to listen.'

After another brief struggle with breathing and coughing the conversation would continue.

'I don't have much time; there is something very important I need to tell you ... first of all Eoin, calling me grandfather is not one hundred percent accurate or correct ... I am one hundred and ten years old so it kinda puts me more as your great grandfather ...'

'I don't understand ...'

'That is not all, there is more to tell. I have done things that I am not proud of. To be honest, with what I have done I should have died in prison.'

'I am sure that whatever you done it cannot be all that bad, I know you, I trust you.'

For a moment Eoin released the grip he had on his grandfather's hand but soon takes it once more.

'Evil came for me and I surrendered to it. It lived in me, it protected me, and it is why I never got caught, it is why I never went to jail and it is why I have lived for so long.'

As Eoin listened shadows began to climb the walls of the room, he and the man he knew as his grandfather were in.

'What are you saying? What are you telling me?'

'What I am telling you is that what came for me will now be coming for you. You must fight it ... don't let it in. You must resist ...'

'Fight what? Resist what?'

With that the man who lay before Eoin closed his eyes. The grip in his hand weakened and Eoin would not get verbal answers to his question. For if he could not do what was asked of him then there would be one thing in store for him. There would be darkness where light exists and a power which took what came before him would take Eoin himself.

Thursday April 16th, 2015

8.30 pm

Eoin drives down to the red-light district of town; he slows to a snail's pace, driving close to the pavement and stops completely. He lets down his driver's side window and a scantily clad lady approaches.

'Hey there cowboy, looking for some company tonight?' ...