Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   Is it the night that you´re scared of or the monster that lurks within it.   Are you scared of the dark and the unknown, or the light of the moon and the darkness of humanity, it shines upon. The dirty deed,the hunt and the killing it reveals,ignites and shines upon. Is it the knock on the door or a thump in the night. Are you scared of that noise or who is making it? Almost always, there is nothing there,a figment of your imagination. However, isn´t the fear of the unknown one of the greatest. The fear of that what could be,the fear of it being real this time and what happens next.    As the moon makes way for the sun´s morning light,what if,just if,one of these days, the sun doesn’t come. What if the monsters do come to life and they are all too real,all too close and join the ranks of those who lurk already. What if the moon is the new guide you follow,and the glow it gives is all you have,the one you cannot pick or choose.The glow with much darker ...

   Night time. They say, that’s when all the monsters come out. That’s the tale we been told to as a kids and still it carries through into the adulthood with the grotesque stories of what people are capable of. This night was not particularly special but nevertheless, it was not quite the usual one either. The fog slowly descended on the sleepy small town. Embracing the houses in it’s hollow embrace and filling up the streets with its mundane disorienting greyness. Echoes of the summer’s day past resonated in the quiet.The streets were empty,silence. The people of the town were reliving their day through the magic and horror of dreams and nightmares. Light from the lampposts was bouncing from puddle to puddle and enjoying the freedom of the night,stillness of the streets, with no wandering feet to disturb the game it was playing. Peace. Seems like that was the mood of the street that night but not for long.    Solitary,shadowy figure emerged from the...

Scream!It was right in the dead of the night. I remember that night so well but I digress.Let’s get back to how it began.    That house was always creeping me out. Weird shadows,always covered in the dark.It felt like sun did not shine at that corner of the street at all. There were always stories about the house and the people,the owner,who lives there. Initially,18 th century house was standing right here. Full of character,stories and lots of creep factor but not too long ago it was gone. Demolished,destroyed and the new owner built a swanky new mansion. Stylish,modern,minimalistic. Understandably, whole street was excited,we all took an interest in what is going on.i think that would be fair to say. Someone famous or rich or both has moved in,we thought.Hmmmm,looking back on it,it would not be surprising if you would mistake this man for a star or just a man with power and money. He was oozing confidence and was radiating power. Nobody knew who he was though...