Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: An Elferina-Vampirina goes to Carolina or Maybe Vi...

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: An Elferina-Vampirina goes to Carolina or Maybe Vi...: The mortals liked the berries and cream. They are basically so easy to satisfy. One big, dumb, slob made a gloopy stain on a nineteenth cen... How whales and dolphins help entombed night-folk, bringing them safely to shore. Marianne among the crab fishers of the eastern woods. The elferina-vampirina starts a new life... To witness it, CLICK On the words 'goes to Carolina' up above. And for more forays into the wonderland, click on ~>MORE FORAYS INTO THE WONDERLAND ... Your COMMENTS & LINKS are always welcome. Thank you.

WILD CHILD VAMPIRINO LEO GETS ANTSY IN THE JERSEY PINES... 5/13/13

Leo was starting to get excited. Yeah, he's here too. you might have forgotten, but he's here. Likes to howl at the moon, rip his clothes off and dash through the streets. Cops got video. They don't like it. Jonathon had to spread around a lot of money to get them to back off. Now Leo mostly rips his clothes off and runs around 'wild' in Laurel Hill cemetery, the vast, old, moldering necropolis for the dead, high above the banks of the Schuylkill River. The caretaker and his wife know about him. And the little 'cherubs' (babies and toddlers tragically made vampires by warped and twisted night-folk) squeal and fly away at his approach. 

Sometimes he grabs a mortal kid or two. They sneak in to get drunk and play 'I Got You, Babe.' Only kills the runaways, 'cause that's like almost legal. But now we're deep in The Pines and he's feeling the beat. Look at him. He's already unbuttoning his shirt and it's really cold (for May) tonight too. Conrad sucks his teeth. He hates that kind a stuff. Annie nudges Edith and says - Where's that big, dumb nut takin' us?.... But Edith just shushes her. You don't mess with Red Paint people, not even vampires.  So our weird and wonderful safari silently snakes through the pines behind the man in the beaver tail tunic. Boy that must feel clammy 'gainst his skin. 

Now Leo ditched his shirt.  If you want to know what he looks like, he's OK... little bit stringy, but not too bad... Like a rock band front man with buzzed hair. An' he cracks his neck from side to side. Oh, he's gettin' tense. He's gettin' ready. 'Bout two hundred heartbeats later even the pants are gone. Conrad, his vampire step-brother, whispers - When you gonna change?..... But Leo just shoves him and says - Go to hell....

Then they hear the drums. You know what they sound like? Like those big tambors that guy plays at those CELTIC WOMEN concerts. Real strong... Real rhythmic... Real deep. The guy in the beaver tail tunic says something and they stop. Then he leads them 'round a bend into a clearing (just visible in the light from the smart phone.... how long can that last???) and there, just ahead, lies the settlement called Jubilee. Crude candles in small, rock hollows cut the darkness. Nine or ten simple plank 'cabins' served as architecture. And maybe twenty dancers stompin' and shufflin' around in the dirt. Some were naked. Some wore bits and pieces of squirrel hide. One 'lady' had an 'I'm With Stupid' shrunkin' up sweatshirt, but she didn't care...

An' them big tambor drums were made from human skin... whole tanned hides from the look of it, 'cause we could see the hands, feet and heads dangling over the rims. Looked like old folks. Probably keeled over from natural causes. Don't think they killed folks on spite. Hope not..... Guess we'll find out.

Edith led us to a spot a little ways off from the dancers. They had little benches back there, more like rough planed logs, so we all sat down. Our guide, the Red Paint guy in the beaver tail tunic, left us to join his friends... Looked like a line dance in Bedrock... Looked like a bunch a creeps from like a Mad Max movie. But we didn't say nothing, 'cause we were company. Edith says some regular (well, more or less) Piney folks'll be here in the morning. Says Mister Edith (her current husband) fixed up one a the root cellars for us. 

Look at Leo. He already makin' eyes at that woman in the shrunken up 'I'm With Stupid' sweatshirt. An' they better disappear in them bushes soon, or he gonna scandalize the whole place......

I 'm sending this  to you telepathically (I hope). All I know is it's giving me an earache and it's makin' my scalp itch..... 

They offer us something to drink... some kind of home brewed liquor. Vampires can tolerate that, so they take it. Looks like they got a full set of Scooby-Doo jelly glasses. Could be valuable. Who knows?

One a them little human tinged 'muskrat' creatures scampered in. Mouth looked all bloody though..... Then a full grown male Jersey Devil was all of a sudden just there.... Like a big faun or satyr with a mane gone down his spine and huge, soft, leathery bat wings, all folded up neat 'cross his back. No horns, though. Just big, pointy, kind of horsey ears. Sits down right next to Conrad.... Conrad slowly looks and goes - Hi...... Jersey Devil guy nods. then he starts pickin' something out of his hoof. Not cloven, like a real satyr, but plain, like what equines got.

Little man-rodent creature starts gnawing on what looks like a ripped off human finger. Don't know where he got it, though... 'cause we all still got ours. 

Leo ran off with that shrunken sweatshirt, naked from the belly down, Red Paint woman...

This is startin' a get real......

wilkravitz signing off..... D-did you get it?
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THE MYSTERIOUS HAMLET OF JUBILEE .... 5/12/13

No one spoke. Each retreated into their own thoughts. Annie thought of their old neighbor lady, the one who fed her kid shitty pizza. Jonathon dozed, drifting into and out of the aromatic days of his mortal years in Al-Andaluz. The others wandered through their own private reveries. And the skiffs continued to soundlessly glide across the smooth, dark river. The air was cool and damp. Occasionally a bit of sky peeked down between the branches, but no one looked up. 

A tiny, gnat-like thing buzzed Edith's left ear. She shuddered and brushed it away. Then she said - We get out here...... And the boats smoothly turned toward an unseen bank. Everyone woke up. Jonathon whispered - Billy (that's what they call me), do you still have that cell phone?..... I said - Yeah?.... He said - Turn it on. Light it up. Let's see what we have here...... So I did. It's odd, but the small bit of illumination provided by the phone was enough for our dilated pupils. Did we see details, or subtlety? No. Well, maybe most of the vampires did. But even they have their limits. Vision requires light and even their cat-like eyes can only absorb so much.

There was a narrow trail leading up from the bank  into the trees. I think I saw a lizard, or it could have been a tiny, naked human scrambling up a trunk. After two and a half years with the 'weird and wonderful,' I'm use to that kind of thing. .... The driver said - What are you gonna do with all the stuff?.... Edith said - Leave it. Somebody'll come for it..... And she seemed pretty sure, so we did, carefully making our way up onto a little dock. It's amazing, but the boats didn't move..... Edith said - Give me the phone..... I passed it over.... She said - I'll lead. Follow me...... So we did.... Conrad whispered in my ear. He said - What's that driver guy still here for? Why didn't he stay with the s.u.v.? Why didn't he drive back?.... But I didn't know. 

Sarah whispered - Edith, have you been here before?..... Our Piney woman housekeeper said - Once or twice, when I was little..... Jonathon said - What's it like?..... Now in all his years, he'd been through the Pines many times, but the natives keep their secrets..... Edith said - Like Brigadoon. Ever hear of Brig - o- doon?  Crack of doom, it means in old Highland Scots..... And then she chuckled - But don't worry. You all are with me. 

Now Jubilee tends to migrate. Cabins are cabins. And dancin' grounds ain't so unique either. Could be the place is more like a meeting, or a convocation. Like the Vampire Revels we went to a while back. But not so pretentious. Not like the Bildeburg get together at all.

Then Annie went - Whoa!.... And we all looked, as a man in a beaver-tail tunic stepped out of the night. His eyes (due to exquisitely sensitive retinas) reflected a strange, orange light. Edith quietly said something. He answered back. But I don't know what it meant. Jonathon nodded to the man and offered out his hands. The man did the same and they 'shook.' We followed him the rest of the way. Edith kept the phone. He didn't need it. I could hear the beaver-tails lightly slap against each other as he walked.... Jonathon whispered - A Red Paint Man... a real one. Not the watered down kind we've seen before. ... And one of those little, human-tinged, muskrat creatures trotted out of the bushes and jumped up into his arms..... Not Jonathon's... The Red Paint guy's, I mean....

And if you ask me, the tiny demon stunk from human flesh....

Off in the distance, someone strummed a dulcimer as two score feet began a shuffling dance...

Jubilee awaits...
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Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: A TALE OF THE BRINY DEEP......

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: A TALE OF THE BRINY DEEP......: I believe there is only one recorded instance of a man disappearing down the throat of a sperm whale. And that,  so they say, was an accide...When a boy upon a whaling ship becomes a piece of food... Click on the words A TALE OF THE BRINY DEEP up above to find out... your COMMENTS and LINKS are always welcome. If you'd like more paranormal tidbits click on ~>MORE PARANORMAL TIDBITS ... thank you. HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY WEEKEND !!

TERRORS IN THE DARK DARK WOODS ......... 5/11/13

Now I must type this very fast, so please do not be upset by all the mistakes. We glide down the dark, smooth river. Trees arc over head, forming a canopy.... a 'tunnel of love' with real monstrosities. Life has washed up into this wet, boggy realm for eons.  Sea currents brush the coasts, depositing all manner of flotsam and jetsam from the old world and perhaps other worlds too. If you've been traveling with us for a while, you know the Pineys.... old settlers from the Netherlands, Britain and just about everywhere else. Some say Barbary pirates came too. But all of them were human. Not particularly magical, at least not in the beginning. Though after a few generation, the various strains began to blend and simmer. Old spells from Normandy mixed with grandmothers tales from Dorset. And the Indians added certain spices too, until the backwoods discipline known as 'pow-wow' came to be. Edith is quite adept. Jonathon says she's a telepath, with simple telekinetic abilities as well. Spells help her focus. Many Pineys have talents similar to hers. 

The Red Paint People are one step up on the exotic scale. More or less on a par with the original Indians.   They can do what the Pineys do. But they can also communicate with animals. A few claim friends among the (to us) inanimate world and hold conversations with some of the more neighborly waterways and trees. Rocks too, I'm told. 

No one speaks. The boats glide on. It's difficult to gauge how fast (or slow). The banks, completely hidden and dark, are quiet. There are no whispers here. And mosquitoes avoid life-eaters, so for the most part we're OK. Just in case you don't know, it's me, wilkravitz. I'm talking now. My laptop is packed away with everything else in the third skiff. But the driver has a smart phone. So I'm attempting to use that. I try to shield the screen. I try to hide the light. We don't want to attract any undue attention. God knows whats out there. 

From what they said before, we've never been to Jubilee. That's a special place. They all revere it, the Pineys.... the Red Paints... and the Indians. Though I'm told, most of the Indians live up in the mountains further north. And another thing... I don't think those 'muskrat' things are in any way rodent like. The heads are too round and their ears are almost human. Not water monkeys. I can see them, not clearly, but I catch glimpses.  One makes eye contact and then dives below. I don't know. Maybe the light from the smart phone attracts them. Maybe it repels them? They whisper. I guess they have a language. Now they flee from the river and scramble toward the trees. It's hard to see the trees. But we can hear them. The driver says - What was that?..... Edith says - Nothin'. Shut up. But we hear a muffled shriek, maybe from a person. I don't know. Next come slow, wet, ripping noises. Even Annie, a vampire child, snuggles close. Her mortal nanny, Edith, goes - Shhh,shhh, shh...... Jonathon whispers - The 'muskrats'?..... Edith goes - Uh huh...

Then she quietly says - Hon (she means me)..... I whisper - Yeah?..... She goes - You might wanna turn that off.....

Makes sense to me..... 
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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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