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Jack of All Trades5/25/2018 I stood in darkness with my hand firmly wrapped around the doorknob. My wet clothes felt heavy against my skin, and my hair clung to my forehead. Nervousness and anxiety rippled throughout my entire body. I pressed my ear to the wooden door and listened closely. At first, silence was all that I heard in between the booms of thunder. Then I heard a subtle giggle. I pressed my ear harder against the cold wood. I could hear muffled moans and coos. I felt all my emotion melt into a boiling rage. What once felt like a pit in my stomach was now a roaring fire. I tightened my grip on the doorknob and thrusted my shoulder into the door. I stumbled into the room as splinters fell to the shag carpet.
The motel room was a decrepit as you would imagine. Faded and stained diamond wallpaper flooded my vision, and a distinct moldy odor wafted into my nostrils. With glossy eyes I looked at the couple lying bare in the worn bed. They stared at me, mouths agape, too terrified to even cover themselves. “Katrina, why would you do this to me?” My words seemed to jolt them from their shock as they scrambled for the covers. The man beside her started to speak, “Listen man, I…” “Shut your fucking hole, Aaron!” “Jack! Please, I can explain this!” A scowl flashed across my face, “What’s to explain you cheating bitch!? Everything seems pretty clear to me!” I watched as the fear on her face turned to disgust.
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I Love Horror5/25/2018 I love horror. Stephen King, Saw, Tales from the Crypt. I love it in every shape and form. Even as a young boy, I would seek out every edition of Goosebumps I could get my hands on. I never really understood my fascination, but it’s always been there. Naturally my parents were worried. I didn’t play any sports, I wasn’t a part of any clubs, and I didn’t have any real hobbies aside from reading. I’m sure by now you can guess what genre I typically stuck to.
I love my parents. And I understand why they did what they did. I think most parents would have done the same. But that doesn’t make it any easier to get over. You see my parents never really understood my passion for horror. All they could see was that their son was more interested in gore and blood soaked terror than playing in Little League. |