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Terrorists wearing Donald Trump Mask. We worry about sleeper terrorist. What about the sleeper crazy? Like the guy who walks into a pancake house and shoots up the place when the waitress looks at him wrong. Or the guy who gets through security at the White House and opens fire yelling, “Jesus is the way!” Or the woman who goes insane after playing video games and hacks up her whole family. Or the endless cases of school shooters. The crazies are out there, not in here in Whitmore (Psychiatric Hospital). “I MUST WARN YOU CREATIVITY HAS TWO PATHS. ONE IS RIGHTEOUS! THE OTHER IS WICKEDNESS! There will be times that you will know the path you are on. Wickedness can be so much fun; like playing with fire. Through the path of wickedness you will find righteousness. You will find this righteousness is lucid. THE CHOICE IS YOURS. FEW SEEM TO TAKE THIS PATH. Wickedness will have you believing you are God. WHAT YOU WRITE WILL MANIFEST IN YOUR REALITY…” Prologue “You did this

#Halloween Buried underneath a small school, in the Mississippi Delta, are angered spirits, of a Native American tribe, These angered spirits continue to manipulate and haunt the living. They will continue to do so till they're given a proper burial. Only a chosen few in a state psyche ward, Whitmore, can help these spirits. There is one person who gathers these patients together. The last person he chooses to be part of these patients, in Whitmore, is a high school principal, Dr. Paul Handy. The following is how he trapped the high school principal. "Stay positive. Stay positive. Stay positive. Stay positive. Stay positive. Stay positive.” Dr. Paul Handy says louder and louder to himself while he listens to one of his own self-help cd’s. In the Waffle House parking lot Paul waits patiently in his car. He looks at his phone every few seconds. He took about a half of a week away from his principal job. He researched Dr. Brewer, Brewer’s school district, and New Yo

Some things came out of the graveyard once the darkness blanketed us all. All of the crime, all of the drug use, and other destructive things gave the dead reasons to make what was wrong right again. What is happening: Carlton's infected computer  becomes his guide through a city that has had a black out. While he is visiting the grave of his friend the town goes into a black out. The spirits from the graveyards roam the streets seeking to take their town back through their own sort of justice. "Didn't know where to live after I was finally released from Whitmore. Chose to live by the hugest graveyard I could find in Jackson Mississippi. Felt I'd be safe. Maybe it's being safe from things that I couldn't let go of that came out during therapy." "My sweet satan." I wake up to my laptop speakers. I look at the screen. There's a diagram of a creature. The phrase "You Are Here." flashes across the screen. Then I realize

"I love you too baby. I can't live my life without you. I try to carry on. Get me a job here in Virginia; but my hearts not in it. I keep on thinking of you. This is my new number. My mother finally felt sympathy for me and got me this phone. So now I'll be able to talk to you more. I couldn't call you as much before. Because my mom would give me hell. Now that she's how I am now she's even talking to me about you coming up here for a visit. You were down but you put yourself back together. I don't know how you did it. But it is inspirational to me. You're the only one for me _______. When you're having bad days remember that I love you. I have to go now my mother's calling me for supper. I LOVE YOU." "I love you," I tell her. She is what I need in my life. I can love someone the right way for once. I am still in my car in the parking lot of the AA clubhouse. Didn't want anything to distract me. "Kid why didn't y

Originally wrote via 1994 Stage Debt Dean Earl Barbara Tim Fiend friends, rob store hold up All 3 killed by gunfire (Reap what- gave sermon finished at 10 pm. Sleeps unsteady (dead dreams haunted by his own sermon till his clock strikes 2:oo a.m. and he dies of a heart attack -You sow) All die at 2:oo a.m. Store-Church at the midst of the Crossroads The small radio setting, next to a clock, the time is 2:00 a.m. Behind the register the radio was omnisciently silent. All me and my main man wanted was some money to keep our realities fixed. We didn’t intend to hurt nobody. My main man, Dean, walked up, taking advantage of the, dead stagnated convenient store, with his forty-five automatic pistol, now stuck in front of the dumb bitch cashiers face yelling, “Give me the money in tha’ cash register bitch!” Before any one could make any kind of response, this old guy comes walking through the door. Then the radio starts playing a song, All Along The Watchtow

He goes back to work as a garbage man through the temporary job agency. He is happy because he heard from his girl friend.  “...and I forgot about what gave me a good life; therefor, I lost the good life. The thing that brought me a good job, women, houses, money. That thing was my God, and AA. I stopped nourishing my relationship with God and AA. Instead I spent more time seeking and doing the gifts I was given. I'd say I'm too busy working... and before I knew it I lost the gifts..." He goes back to work as a garbage man through the temporary job agency. He is happy because he heard from his girl friend. “Glad you’re feeling better,” Dean says as we walk in Waste World. “Yea man. I got a new outlook entirely.” I am loved again. All is right. “Back again uh.” The operations manager says so cheerfully. “Yep.” He’s in his early twenties. His father probably helped him get this job. To boss people around and to be so young has to boost his ego. I quickly