Strange Range

Thomas was a strange man, he liked marmite for heaven’s sake. He was fond of his little routines like having his disgusting marmite on beautiful brown crusty bread with melted golden butter.

He sat eating it and stared at his door, Brenda.  Yes that’s right, he named his door.  In fact he named most things n his house but Brenda was special.

She came with the house so he wasn’t sure what she was made from.  He lovingly painted her a bright red.

“How ya doing today Brenda?” Thomas smiled.

No answer.  But in Thomas mind they were having a riveting conversation. He laughed and talked through his breakfast to this door. He talked about how his day was full of mischief and funny things.  How he hoped he would make people happy.

The door was silent.

Thomas was wearing a bright green jacket with a purple shirt underneath, bright blue jeans and an orange top hat.

He looked in the mirror and brushed his shoulders. He felt proud of himself, he was being himself and he didn’t care.  He got up from the table and started to walk through the door.  He lovingly stroked the door as he went through.

He smiled as he reached the front door, Derek.  Yes I know, I know another named door but keep with me. He turned the handle quickly and opened.

As he opened, the view was spectacular. He was viewing the world from the top of the white cliffs of Dover.

The sea sparkled and shone as the waves moved. Seagulls flying up and down trying to catch food, he like to call them airsharks after an unfortunate incident where a seagull stole his sweet pepper and mayo sandwich.  They will literally eat anything!

Dover castle was just as majestic, the sun shining on it like it was a beacon of hope.  The clouds rolling by slowly, it was picturesque.

He stepped outside the door frame.

He looked at the eight story building and snapped his finger three times.  Suddenly the house began to shrink, right to the size of a ten pence coin. He flipped the rectangle shape up in the air and straight into his pocket.

Thomas was ready for a bright day, the sun was out and nature was thriving. As he reached the bottom of the cliffs through the steep path, he leaned against a metal fence. He was getting his breath back.

Approaching him were two teen girls, they giggled when they saw him. He tipped his hat off to them which made them giggle harder.

“Good day young ladies! May you have a gay old time!” He pronounced as he bowed with his hat sweeping.

“Get lost grand dad!” They mocked and giggled so much.

“Im Not your grand dad” he uttered but they had gone out of ear shot “at least I don’t think i am”.

Thomas’s shoes were bright purple with black spots, with a swift kick in the air he cheerfully walked.  Every person coming by would be greeted by a funny little man.  Half of them said “go away!” And most of them said it more harshly.

The Senile One

John Dimitri had reached his 76th birthday a few days ago.  Since then he felt strange, that something wasn’t right.

He sat in his favourite chair in front of the telly.  The blaring light stinging his old eyes.  He recoiled when he saw the programme, a news story abput the latest trend of planking.  A trend amongst young people balancing on out of place things.

“God these kids must be fucking bored these days!” He groaned aloud.

“Yes they are!” Hissed a voice behind him in the darkness.

John let out a shriek, he was alone.  Except for his TV which made him less lonely.  He was about to turn around.

“No! Don’t turn!” Hissed the voice again, a voice that made the hairs stand up on John’s body.

“I promise you if you turn around, you’ll die!” The voice said and lightly hit his head.

“Who are you?” John asked with a lump in his throat.

“Ah! Good question, you see I don’t actually know.  I’ve come to you for answers. I’ve been sent to you by someone. He said you can explain why I’m here.  All I have to do is find your secrets.” The voice said, john caught a glimpse of the face on the mirror.  He saw just two red menacing eyes. The creature hit johns head playfully.

” I warn you my patience is not long. I will ask you questions, you must answer!” The voice carried on “I am…”

Suddenly a bright light emanated the room.  The creature fled and screeched.  John was pinned to the chair and could not move.  He looked into the light, it was beautiful.  It faded in seconds leaving him in the darkened room.  He jumped up and switched the light on.  The room was now empty.

He clutched his heart, his heart was weak.  He stumbled to the bedroom, he lay there almost drowning in fear.  His memories unlocked and he went into them.  His whole body was shutting down but these memories were being forced.  He sat as a viewer as the memories were relived.


On July 4th 1940, John Dimitri was born to Greg Golightly and Annie Dimitri. He was a beautiful boy weighing 7lb 10oz. A happy child and very quick to learn.

The parents were happy together and were fond of their baby and his little ways of learning.

“My boy, you will be a bright star in this wretched world.” Greg would always announce proudly.

Greg left for national service 15th March 1941, they had sent for him and he had gladly gone.  He kissed his Annie and his little boy, then went to war.

He returned once the Nazi threat had finished. He returned changed, angry and bitter.  He turned to alcohol as a friend in need and Annie recieved the hardness of this new Greg.  He hated the world and everything in it.

John recalled a memory of when he was 12 years old, he was walking home from school.  The day was bright and crisp, the leaves crunched as he walked down streets.  He was a happy child but today would rock his world.

He was raised to be a strong boy and to carry out chores to the best of his ability. School was more or less a hobby, a way to waste time while the real work needed doing.

As he approached his house he heard his mother screaming. He ran towards the house wondering what was happening. His mother was crawling down the steps begging for mercy, his dad was following her with a broken beer bottle.

His mum was on the floor screaming.

John ran to his mother to help her. His dad approached.

“Get out of the way bastard! I’ve got to sort your whore mother out!” The hulking giant man said.

“No leave her alone, I will kill you!” John stood over his weeping mother.”go away I say”.

The police officer arrived on his bike, truncheon already at hand.

“Back away! Greg, leave the woman and child be!” The policeman ordered “back away I say!”

Greg glared at the policeman, he looked at the bottle in his hand.  He narrowed his eyes “you gonna tell him Annie?”

John looked at his mum puzzled.

“Tell me what? Mother?” John implored.

“Oh you john my boy” Greg said through a painful grimace “are not actually my boy!”

Johns heart sank, it sank as if his body was an ocean. The world began to spin, this man was his father his whole life and it was a lie.

His memory faded and replaced by a later one.  A 23 year old john looked into the mirror, his eyes badly bruised.  The fifth fight he’d had this week with men from the pub.  He had grown angry and tired of life.

His mother and father had passed on, he was alone.  He turned to alcohol like his father.  And like his father he was angry with the world.

He turned to killing.

His first kill was horrible, a young woman who was collecting groceries. She denied his advances and he could not handle it, he was angry at her and decided if he couldn’t have her no one could.

He got piano wire and strangled her, he looked into her eyes.  Those eyes with innocence screamed out why? Her red lipstick shining like a lighthouse in the darkest night.

He cringed in front of the mirror.  His eyes wet with tears.  What was wrong with him?

” I understand” wept a female voice full of emotion.  He turned and it was the dead woman.

He looked amused.  Not the first time he saw dead people.

“How could you possibly know?” He screamed at the spirit.

She grinned, unbuttoning her blouse.

“I just know” she said seductively. He looked with lust and reached out. She faded away.

He shaved delicately but with each stroke he went deeper.  He cut himself and winced but he hated himself.

His dead mother appeared. “Calm yourself love” she put her hand on his and lowered the razor.

“Why would it concern you mother? You’re dead!” He said angrily.

“Because I’m your mother! I worry, when will you find peace?” She replied sadly.

His memories faded in and out, from killing and abusing people.  Men and women of all ages had died by his bloody hands.

His mind came back to the present.  He was dying and the shadow with the red eyes stared at him.  The raspy warm breath on his dying face.

“Who am i? ” it said pitifully.

“You’re…the demons… I’ve held inside… all these years!” He clutched his heart.  This was the end, he knew it.

Paramedics burst into his room at that point.  The creature sat cross legged on his body. The paramedics oblivious to this dark spirit.  The red eyes glared and narrowed at John, he could not speak but stared into the red eyes.

He spoke with his mind.

“You are more or less my creation, whether you’re real or not I cannot say. I am sorry.  I have done wrong, I know I have.”

“Hush! I will hear no more.  I am thinking.” Replied the telepathic thoughts of the dark shadow.

John looked away.  The paramedics were surrounding his body, little did they know they were helping a monster.

The demon let out a shriek, it flew to the ceiling.  It turned it’s head 360 degrees.

“You will die john!” The creatures mouth opened wide.  It stretched to the far corner of the room.  It snapped it’s maw.

John was dead there and then.  His soul captured by this creature.  The demon was clever, it had been in him for a long time.  Now it moved onto the next victim. A paramedic serial killer would be nice.

The Crescent : No.10

“He’s been banging her for years Marge!” The middle age man breathlessly said, then taking another draw of his rollie ” I mean my god her husband doesn’t even know!”.

Marge looked at her husband with a grin, she loved the gossip.  As she grinned the massive gap between her front teeth could be seen.  Holding her baby like a badge.

“I know Fred, right? She goes on the school run, comes home and does the dirty deed. The tramp!” She smiled, Fred was a loyal husband and she knew he’d never cheat.

There was a loud sound from the loft, they could hear it down in the kitchen.

“I swear there’s rats up there, I may have to have a look love” Fred said.

“No, don’t worry. I don’t think it’s rats. Probably just the wind, it gets draughty up there” marge mimicked the wind “I’ll have a look in a while”

“Alright so Marge, I’ll leave it to you!”

He puffed on the last of his rookie, put down his mug of tea and grandly announced he was going to the job centre.

Marge stood at the window and tutted at her neighbour who was having an affair. “Dirty old trough, imagine carrying on like that” she tutted once more.

Fred looked at her, he was happy to have such a loyal woman.  Best one on the estate, he got a real catch there.

He stood up, gave Marge a kiss on the cheek and got his keys.

“Don’t forget the list!” She said and pulled out a list longer than a toilet roll. “We need the basics love”.

“Fair dos, I’ll see you later love” he said lovingly.  He closed the front door behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Marge put the baby straight in his travel cot and went sprinting upstairs.  She got an old broom and tapped on the attic door.  The loft hatch opened and the built in ladder slid down. A man came down the ladder.

“Is he gone?” The man asked wiping sleep from his eye.

“Yes, now come over here and do me harder than a bottle of lambrini!”

The man obliged and went full throttle.

And so here starts the tale of The Crescent.  A little housing area were everyone gets involved in each others lives.  Marge and Fred are one of many families that live in the Crescent.

David’s Knowledge (near death experience)

David was a very depressed man, for whatever reason he could never understand what drove him to despair. Something ugly drove his negative ambition, something that wouldn’t give in.  A nagging overwhelming sensation that brought him to where he was now.

He sat still on the chair, gasping between crying, with the gun pointing into his head. The Webley MK Vi wobbled terribly in his hand with every sob.

One second and it will all be over he thought frantically against the tidal wave of emotional pain.

Suddenly his eyes looked to the door, something had grabbed his attention. He shook his head then looked into the barrel of the gun.


The door knob rattled and shook violently, a loud creak of the door. Irritated, David cursed, he wanted it over with. Then the door opened and light flooded the dark room.

He lowered the gun, he got up slowly out of the chair and went to the door. Slowly and steadily he walked to the portal, the light was extremely painful. He had not seen much light in a month. Every step was agony.

Slowly passing through the door he peeked out and peered down the right side of the hall, nothing.  Then looked to the left, empty. He turned and at the very end of the room was the dark outline of a horned creature.

He shook his head, the fear rising. He looked again and the figure had disappeared. He thought it was the pills he’d been taking. He laughed bitterly, he felt quite pitiful.

The residual depression rising in his lungs.  His mind came back to reality. He was about to cry with the heartbreak of what he wanted to do.
A hand steadied his shoulder and he felt all the pain and torment taken away.  A voice gentle and meek said “calm, follow me”.  His vision melted away and the last thing he saw was an open door.

His body fell to the ground but his spirit soared out of his body.  Flying towards the universe at unspeakable speed, the absolute joy flooding his mind.  Never had he experienced it so sweetly.

He was addicted to the sheer will of the universe, the knowledge the stars and vast blanket of night had to offer.

His spirit came to a halt.

“This is the centre of the universe” said the familiar voice, it was beside him.

A man stood next to him, he was middle aged with a kind face and a pony tail.  He wore a cloak that changed colour by his mind.

“What am I doing here?” David asked with sincerity, every inch of pain was left behind in his earthly body.

“You have been chosen David, to be shown things the world needs.  I am your guardian angel, I have been with you your entire existence.  Before you were born and after.  But before I go further, I must warn you that things you will learn will put you in danger” the Angel said with calmness.

“What danger? And why me?” David asked.

“The forces of evil will be after you for your knowledge, you will learn in time.  However, let me introduce myself. I am Grionia and I have many names, I shall only share this name with you.  Any time you need me this will be my gift. I can protect you.  Now, let me show you these things.” With a wave of his hand Grionia made ripples in space and stars moved out the way, very much like a curtain.  Behind this dark curtain pure light penetrated.

Grionia, Dave’s memory started to flit through images. He remembered this man!  He had known him for a long time but the mortal coil had blocked and blinded him. Images of laughter and happiness flooded his brain to the point he thought he’d explode.  His soul soared and he was prepared for anything.

“Come!” Grionia commanded.

They flew through the dark curtain into the pure light, he was home he thought. He was happy! As soon as they went though he landed on ground that was tangible, his spirit feet felt the warmth.

He looked up and for miles and miles in the air people had come to greet him. These were family members of past generations he thought but not all were there which brought dismay.

He had the urge to find them, that everyone of them were important to him. Grionia was instantly by his side.

“You can’t save them all David” he shook his head sadly “some don’t want to be saved”. With that he flew up.

People came towards him from above and greeted him, he remembered every one of them. They issued words which initiated thoughts of how they knew of his life on earth.  At times of trouble in his life and how they cried or laughed with him throughout his 33 years of life.

He loved them all.

Eventually they all said their words and dispersed. He was with grionia again, and the scenery shimmered into fields of emerald with bright blue and pink skies. Trees of many colours littered the fields with fruit of allsorts.  Streams babbled by and animals frolicked.  He saw his puppy from his youth that had died of a liver dysfunction.  The Labrador puppy sprang toward him with his tail wagging, telepathically the dog said “I love you and have missed you” then sprang backwards and forwards.

David walked for miles and miles taking I’m the beauty.  Grionia didn’t say much but let David in peace take it all in.  Then suddenly stopped.

“You have a mission David” he said abruptly ” you have to preach to people about the world after, people have lost touch of spirituality.  But it is at a vital point.  You are not the only one, the great deceiver is hard at work to destroy everything.  Take a look at everything here”

The beautiful image melted, replaced by burning trees, wilted flowers, dried up river beds and smelt of brimstone.

“This is what will happen, if the great deceiver wins” grionia sounded downbeat.

“God won’t let that happen” David replied but he was stopped in his tracks when grionia guffawed loudly.

“God! God! There’s no such thing my friend, take a look around! Do you see a majestic celestial being in the sky?” He waved his hand around. “God is a fiction, but we! We are beings of greatness, I guess we would be god’s and goddesses by your reckoning but we are one.  Not one above the other!”

Dave looked sadly and shook his head.

“Then what’s the point of it all, what’s the meaning of life?” He felt that old feeling of despair creep in.

“Don’t you see? Its knowledge, it’s always been knowledge.  You’ve seen 0.1 percent of this place, there’s infinite knowledge you can learn.  The point of life, the meaning is knowledge.” He waved his hand again and the landscape changed back to the beautiful scenery.

“But the great deceiver, he is real and he is amassing an army of followers.  He was cast out, he peopled giants on your earth with the daughters of man. He tried to biologically imprint his army on earth. He failed miserably when we worked on extreme weather and sent the flood. He is trying once more to put a body of deceivers on earth. You and others will confront this “devil” as you would call him.  He is real and he will not stop”.

“Look!” He waved his hand an a giant image appeared in the sky. A large giant stood in the image, it was like a grotesque gargoyle however the body of an angry man.  He kept uttering commands and throwing groups of people for miles.  His image stunned David and he recoiled in terror.

“You are safe here” grionia uttered.

The giant man in the image turned his head slowly to look straight into the beautiful land.  It pointed straight at David and let out an almighty roar, it screamed instantly after and his razor blade teeth gnashed.

“I will get you David, you shall bow before me! You shall fail!!” The creature screeched. David became afraid.

“It is you who shall fail, Chuthra! You who is imprisoned in a false prison! You cannot win, these brave soldiers will put an end to your misery!” Grionia replied calmly.

The creature mocked him, spewed and spat. He was insanely cruel and showed it by chewing on a human and spitting her out.  Her body becoming one when it hit the ground.

David recoiled in terror.  Grionia waved his hand, the image disappeared.  Exasperated, he knew that creature and always had.  A distant memory occurred to him of pushing and shoving this Chuthra.

Grionia turned to David and with a smile said to be still.

David was instantly calm and the joy was creeping back. He felt happy in this place once again. He thought about his life and how meaningless it was, how he spent more time in depression when he could be swimming in joy. This place was an open and transparent place, full of every secret in the universe.  Except here it wasn’t secret, it was knowledge.

“It is time David, let us begin” grionia sat him on the grass and knelt behind him.  He put his hands to David’s head and pushed lightly down.

An exhilarating rush of pure energy pulsed into David’s spiritual body. He felt warm and radiant, he was full of truth. He cried with the power of this knowledge.  Grionia finished.

“It is done.  You must go. Please throw the gun away, it will solve nothing.    Return to your body, I will instruct you 3 days hence. Your home is protected. Go!” Grionia was forcefully this time and shown his hidden power.

David felt a magnet pulling him through the scenery, out of the light into the darkness, through the universe and fell straight into his body. His body jerked quite alot and settled, his breathing returning. The body felt like a weight, a heavy wet towel dragging his soul down.

He awakened and saw the gun lying a few yards from him, the door still ajar.  He closed it quickly. He sighed, saddened to be in his body again. He looked at the clock, 20:08 the clock read. He was puzzled.  He planned to kill himself 8pm on the dot, he was dead for 8 minutes!

David looked at the gun and noticed there was a bit of smoke, which meant it was fired very recently. He looked in the chamber and sure enough a bullet was missing.

He looked around the room for a bullet hole, he noticed a dark hole in the top right corner. Who fired it? He became anxious and scared. He flicked every light on in the house. Checked every room, every closet and every door. Except the outside, he couldn’t bear to look.

A knock at the door.

He became scared, who knew what or whom was knocking.  He hesitated.  The door knocking came back harder. He became anxious, he walked tentatively towards the door.  The knocking became pounding and he heard scratching.  The scratching sounded desperate.

A voice entered his mind “be calm David, chuthra has sent his minions.  Do not be alarmed you and your home are protected.  Open the door”.

He walked slowly towArds the door, obediently he opened it.  It flung out of his hand and there stood six creatures full of hate, leering and drooling with venom.

Monstrous beasts, one with one eye and rest of the group had three. They rasped and mocked him.

“You will die David, son of Greta, and Chuthra will devour you!” The one eyed creature declared whilst examine the doorway. His lizard tongue smacking every way.  The other creatures laughed and mocked, they sent thoughts into David’s head of being impaled with barbed rods and being moved up and down for all of eternity.

He winced, scared beyond measure. The creatures knew this and fed off his fear.  Smacking their lips hungrily, he knew they wanted to rip his mortal body from limb to limb.

“Can we come in? You’re only delaying the inevitable” the creature asked with a sly look as it moved it’s head side to side.

Grionias voice was back “don’t accept their invitation!”

“No!!” David replied.

The beasts all jumped in to the flat, or at least they tried to.  The room filled with a barrier of such force that the creatures were scared, they screeched and howled, clawed and bit at the barrier.  It was impenetrable.  David had solace and felt safe.

“We will be back!!” One of them screeched.

The barrier faded and the doorway was empty, David hurriedly closed the door.