Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: THE PHOTOLUMINESENCE OF LIFE IN THE ABYSS

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: THE PHOTOLUMINESENCE OF LIFE IN THE ABYSS: I could feel the cold. Temperatures at that depth hover near freezing. But my body was immune to it. Hypothermia does not effect us. I supp... Trapped on the dark abysmal plain. Marianne, our brave elferina-vampirina shares her ordeal .... buried beneath miles of crushing sea... this is not that tale. To see that, you must click on ~> PHOTOLUMINESENCE OF LIFE IN THE ABYSS up above. And, as always, for more tales from the place where the paranormal IS normal click on STRANGE TALES .. Your COMMENTS & LINKS are always welcome.

LEGENDS, STORIES and WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT......... 5/10/13

The s.u.v. turned off the narrow, county road and onto an easy to miss dirt track created to grant access to water cannons in the advent of fire. Normal cars never came down here. Nobody did. Just moonlight and magic and mystery. Annie thought she seen a ghost... a man with an ax, crossin' the road up ahead. Half a the dome of his skull was missing. But once you got passed that he looked mostly all right. Guess he was used to it. 

Edith start talkin' in tongues. She goes - Scottosh beedosh. Beedosh boposht. Boposht skeedosht.... Annie goes - What you sayin', you crazy, fat-assed, old bitch, you?...  Annie says - How the hell do I know, you foul, little skinny weasel. Did it sound like I did?... Annie goes - Yeah... Edith whispers - Good. Everybody else just kept quiet. Sarah wern't listenin' to no music. Conrad make like he sleepin', but he ain't. wilkravitz is sleepin'. An' Jonathon just stared at the darkness. Driver drove til he can't drive no more. Then he say - We gone in by the river..... So that's what they do. 

Five yards into the brush they got a stream... a calm, dark, brackish estuary snakin' its way through the trees.  And there, waitin' by a little, rickety dock, they got three skiffs. No boatmen. Just the boats.  Driver totes out all their stuff and put it in the third one. Night-folk and they friends scramble into the first two.  Edith sit up front, 'cause this her territory. Then she start chucklin', like she talkin' a somebody. Conrad start prayin'. Sarah grab Jonathon's hand. She whisper - We never came this way before.... But Jonathon just shush her..... Skiffs pull 'way from the dock and glide out onto the dark, glassy water. Muskrat crack the surface, lookin' at 'em. Well, I jus' callin' it a muskrat, 'cause it got a nice, little, round head.... No tellin' what it really be.

Eyes shine orange on the bank. Not a lot. But enough. Annie go - Who they?... Edith go - Mine you business.... Sarah whisper - Where are we going?.... But 'fore anybody can answer, a voice in the dark breathes - Jubilee..... 

So now they know.

And tiny, little fingers tickle over them. Conrad flinches and laughs, til all the ticklin' stops... and them what done it turn to sparks and disappear...

Whole lot a secrets in The Pines.... 'Quiet stories' they call 'em..... Legends.... Some, you want to know...

Some you don't.....
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