horror story Excerpt from Going Educational I (Stay Positive) (c) 2014, 2017

#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 York City school laws. He told all of his friends in person, by phone, on his facebook, twitter, and his website Stay Positive With Paul. He had already put up fifty updates since noon. He looked at his watch 1:53.09 am. Then his phone rang, “Dr. Paul. Hey, I have been waiting on you for the past twenty minutes.”
“Oh dear, sorry about that. I just pulled up to the parking lot. I had three seminars today and five advisements.” Paul lied.
“That’s great. I knew you were, are the leader who can make the New York School System number one in the entire nation.”
“Come on in the Waffle House.”
“Okay,” with that Dr. Paul Handy stepped out of his car almost tripping over his own feet. Dr. Brewer met him at the front door.
“I’d like to treat you to a meal.”
“It’s a great time for that.”

He kept him talking. Didn’t say anything about how he wanted Dr. Paul “Stay Positive” Handy to help out his school district. Paul insisted to hear what Dr. Brewer needed a few times. Every time he was told “We have plenty of time to discuss business.” It took about ten minutes of Brewer asking personal questions to get Paul comfortable. Paul said more and more as he drank more and more coffee. Paul commented that it tasted a bit strange, like the way fire melted on fake silver smelled. Brewer told him it was just the coffee.


“Stay Positive” Paul Handy followed Dr. Brewer out of the Waffle House to Brewer’s rental car. “What’s our next step Dr. Brewer?” Stay Positive’s pupils were completely dilated. “I’m glad you asked.” Brewer opened his passenger side door and removed a black brief case. He shut the door, gently set the brief case on the car hood, and opened it. Dr. Paul “Stay Positive” Handy gasped when he saw the stacked hundred dollar bills neatly aligned.

“…once I had the kid’s parents on my side, fooled, thinking I genuinely cared by saying the words ‘I love you,’ I had them all wrapped around my finger.” Stay Positive Dr. Paul handy was steady running his mouth, letting Dr. Brewer drive his BMW. Paul was overjoyed to show off his toy. He turned into a graveyard on Highway 90 across the street from a light house in Biloxi. Brewer was quick to explain participating a foreseen question, “I came here to see exactly where the spot of a very important person is.” He was sure to smell in deep the neatly wrapped stack of hundred dollar bills. “Okay that’s very admirable.” All of his inhibitions were gone as he followed Brewer. Stay Positive didn’t question the strange things. Brewer led him to a dug out grave and stopped at the very edge. “Is this where your relative is going to be buried? I remember it was hard on me when my grandmother died. I was in graduate school.” Stay Positive Dr. Paul Handy
in his elevated mood, didn’t even notice Brewer stepping behind him until he felt the tip of that rusty rail road spike against the crown of his head. “Dr. Brewer?” “You ain’t got nuthin’ to say now uh? The person being buried here is Gloria Stevenson.”
“Okay?”
“Oh, that name doesn’t mean anything to you?”
“What?”
Brewer tapped the spike auspiciously on his head. Then threw a thick stack of hundred dollar bills into the grave. At the same time as Stay Positive watches the stack of hundred dollar bills disappear into the blackness of the grave Carlton awakes to a voice whispering in his ear, “I see deep inside you through your eyes. Even when closed your eyes suck in everything…cuzz’ you know how this all ends…
      All that you touch and all that you see is all your life will EVER BE.
Looked in that mirror so much that a piece of yourself was forever concealed in the reflection.”
For a split second he saw, lucidly remembered.

“Ouch! Darn Fly!” That sting was a shot from the syringe filled with a narcotic cocktail that Dr. Brewer inserted into Stay Positive. “You don’t remember her?” Dr. Brewer asked. “Yea, yea that was a former student of mine…” Stay Positive started stuttering.
“You’re lying!”
“Is that a pistol you’re pressing against my head?”
“Gloria Stevenson was a teacher fresh out of college. She was ready to save the world. She had such high hopes…”
“SHE WASN’T DOING HER JOB!” Stay Positive interrupted with utmost conviction.
“She had it in her heart to help someone.”
“SHE SLAPPED A STUDENT.”
“Oh oh oh Mr. Handy, I have been investigating you for years. Her supervisor, a Mrs. Corley had a personal vendetta with one of the students in her class. When Corley was in the classroom with Gloria that student was acting belligerent and Mrs. Corley slapped the student. You couldn’t get rid of Corley because you owed her a favor. So you framed Gloria. Well, after that she, Gloria, got strung out on crack cocaine, and died two days ago.”
“SHE WAS A DRUG ADDICT. IT CAME OUT TWO DAYS LATER WITH A CRIMINAL BACK GROUND CHECK!” Paul was getting angry and continued, “Who the hell are you?!”
“Hee, ha, hee. That sting you felt was a shot from a syringe. A syringe that has your finger prints all over it.”
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? YOU’RE LYING. I AM A VERY RESPECTED MEMBER OF THE EDUCATIONAL COMMUNITY. YOU’LL FRY IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR FOR THIS!”
“That anger you feel is all part of the high. It started with the coffee that I secretly put the drug ‘power’ in.”
“Who are you?”
“You have the same drugs in your system that Gloria Stevenson died from. You’ve told me so much about yourself that I now will invade your subconscious and conscious minds with whatever I choose. I’ve also taken all of the money out of your accounts. When they have the funeral later on today the family will find you here. YOU ARE RUINED.”
“…and so Desoto left what is now modern day Clarksdale. He went up North, slaughtered folks. His men raped and forced a whole section of land to be named after him. When he wrote back to the Queen, he blamed it on Ponce De Leon. Thus came the story of The Fountain of Youth. While he was gone…”
“I learned some valuable lessons in the Mississippi Delta. Most valuable, were the pictures with runners in sun sets, and beautiful landscapes that had universal inspirational quotes conveying, ‘Never give up on your dreams.’ You know that when we grow up we learn to give up on our dreams and work jobs we hate.”
“Who are you?” Dr. Handy persisted.
“Am I a rhetorical question? AM I A RHETORICAL QUESTION? Why do children still believe in superheroes? Staring at these pictures and quotes, many a day, brought me back in memories to that time I lived in a halfway house. They’d send us out to work jobs no one else wanted. Figured they were doing us a favor. Sent us to tear out the walls in a house. Someone wanted just the wooden frames left. I hit a wall and a couple comic books came from the falling in ceiling. The comics were Batman, featuring The Scarecrow and a Ghost Rider. I really loved those comics. Reminded me of my good ole childhood days.”
“You’re not really from New York City are you?” Dr. Brewer tapped harder on Stay Positive’s head. “Scarecrow inspired me to find the drug ‘power.’ Scarecrow used drugs on people that gave them hallucinations. Their own worst fears manifested into terrifying hallucinations. Ghost Rider used the Penance Stare to make a person live the fears and pains they caused on others. At times it left the person crippled mentally for life.
“They began to reshape, remold and thus manifested their destinies in a direction they never deemed possible. The Quiz Quiz head chief Wild Feather was impressed with Desoto’s Holy Monk. Wild Feather put the monk through a series of trials to find out if he was worthy to live. The last trial was ‘The Vision Of The Skull.’”
“Now I give you other memories!” Brewer poked the sharp end of the rail road spike to “The soft spot on infants.” And pressed a straight line down the center of Stay Positive’s head. “This is the valley between two of your personal universes. Remember your sweet grand mother and the smell of cookies in her oven. Remember when that girl friend left you. Walked out of the door. You stepped into another world. Seeing all of those trees. All the branches curved inward like claws scratching you. Tearing through your clothing. Tearing your skin off of your bones. The rejection from others. To be locked away. They always left you alone. All you ever had. All you ever have are those demons in your mind. Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
I am the one casts out. Some know me by the moniker Johnny Walker Knight. I learned a very valuable lesson the first time I died. There are universal sights, and sounds that every living thing has, do, and will experience. I know how to imbed, trespass every living being. The Anatomy of the Gods…”
THE VISION OF THE SKULL required The Monk to fast so he could see the true world to appear.
“If he survives this he will be worthy.”
I blessed Dr. Stay Positive Paul Handy until the Eye of the East pierced the night.
The Holy Man couldn’t face the reality of how things actually were. Those weres: the Queen was using him to spy on Desoto. Desoto had put him in the front to meet the Quiz Quiz to get rid of him. Then the serpents circled around him.
I used the rail road spike to draw a line starting above his brow. Then drew a straight line between Stay Positive’s two brain hemispheres.
The Holy Man looked to the sky begging his Christian God to save him.
I stopped with the blood red divide at the soft spot. The soft spot on the infant is the same spot for male patterned baldness. This spot is where the human soul is located.
“Please
God.” The skies traveled quickly across the sun. As they passed they crossed the color spectrum of red, orange, yellow, blue, indigo, and violet.
Then I pushed him into the grave.
“The night’s eye came closer to the day’s eye until both night and day existed at the same time.”
“You’re not even trying to make any sense.”
  Dr. “Stay Positive” Paul Handy crossed over. The Holy Man saw Paul walking toward him. “Who are you?”
No one noticed until Gloria’s casket was being lowered. Dr. Paul started yelling, “I want to go back! Go Back! Go Back!”
“Internet sensation and community leader Dr. Paul Handy, also known candidly as ‘Stay Positive’ has been arrested.” Ben Earnest had a grin as he heard the television news report. In his point of view it could have been his high school principal. The principal who was the unsympathetic boss who had cast him out; taken away his livelihood, and ruined his life. Now he had something to add to his stories.
“Who are you?” “I am lost. My thoughts are scrambled.” Stay Positive replied to the Holy Man.”
The police drug tested him and analyzed the evidence. I did a perfect job of giving the illusion that he was overcome with guilt over causing Gloria’s death that he actually tried to kill himself using the same drugs she used. It was suspicious for him to have a syringe that he used with her finger prints all over it.
“They excommunicated universally. ‘I think through not knowing who I am I am learning who I am.’” Paul thought that sentence was an instruction when he stepped over the circle of serpents. The snakes were biting his wrists and ankles as the wrists and ankle cuffs were being clamped down. Paul looked at his reflection from the back seat through the steel mesh, separating the back from the front seats of the patrol car, in the rear view mirror. He had no idea who he was. The Holy Man looked eye to eye, “The things we do become who we really are.” “Who are you?” The Holy Man cautiously placed his hands on Paul’s face. “He’s gone.” The policeman began to laugh. “Yea, I imagine he’ll meet a student he expelled at Whitmore." The night side began running into the day side like water sliding down a wall. The Holy Man looked deeper into Stay Positive’s eyes until he was someplace else. “An all consuming vision, death becomes the door. Now you know why we have a culture that is very careful not to stare into another person’s eyes.” The words from Wild Feather brought the Holy Man back to a different reality. The Holy Man was holding a skull and looking into the hallowed sunken in eye sockets.

"Going Educational" is derived from the 1980’s “Going Postal,” and has an underlining theme of the cons on gun control laws.

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