The Salem Horror-Part 2- Memory and Asylum


Scene 6:

Enter Carolyn and Chris sitting in a star bucks coffee shop sitting opposite each other.

Carolyn: this is funny.

Chris: what?

Carolyn: I vowed never to see you again after our first date.

Chris: Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.

Carolyn: look at yourself you are a mess Chris.

Chris: yeah I know they got me good but they got it back twice as bad from some strange nut bar.

Carolyn: well that nut bar saved your life, I am not one for violence but that situation is why I am here.

Chris: spare me the sympathy Carolyn.

Carolyn: It is just strange that is all and I mean not just your incident; there have been a few strange reports over the news.

Chris: A week ago I would had gave no mind I am all ears baby.

Carolyn: please enough with your shit.

Chris: come on spill what you been hearing.

Carolyn: Apparently the person that saved slashed killed those muggers whom attacked you the police have been investigating him for sometime linked to all sort of these mysterious deaths and even in some cases disappearances.

Chris: is it in the news that he is responsible for it all?

Carolyn: it’s complicated their first real evidence of this person which I forgot to mention he calls himself the mellower is when he saved you.

Chris: wait a second no one has ever lived to tell the story of this nut bar except me?

Carolyn: that is where it gets complicated, all the other reports have either came from homeless people whores working the streets people who are untrustworthy and he is linked to murders that are criminals.

Chris: what is the deal with the disappearances?

Carolyn: The report last night did a special on these recent disappearances and after the people were found missing one would just show up like this one case for example two weeks ago as it is said that her boy went missing and two days later he is back without a clue what had happened to him no recollection at all, and the connection in this case draws to the mellower because he had been spotted by a whore walking the street the morning of the boys discovery.

Chris: That is strange.

Carolyn: Don’t you see Chris, without your mugging and your testimony this whole story would seem like it was just made up from crack pot losers from the street it’s like this mellower is trying to live some comic book script.

Chris: Suppose there is a positive in anything, I tell you one thing this coffee sure sucks now I know why I never came into this joint, star bucks is just a corporation for nerds to think they are something meeting in this dump.

Carolyn: You know Chris it’s when you open your mouth I start to really hate you.

Exit Carolyn.

Scene 7:
Enter Carolyn, she wakes up in a dream from her bed and she steps into a graveyard walking past row upon row of heads that had been driven through with steaks sticking out of the ground. Carolyn is in complete terror her pace picks up to a run trying to find a way out of the grave yard with no end in sight, it is as if the grave yard just keeps repeating itself. Carolyn trips over a rotting head she stumbles to get up.

Mellower: Here my lady takes my hand, don’t be afraid.

Carolyn: Get me out of this place.

Mellower: That is not up to me my lady.

Carolyn: What is this place? Is this a dream?

Mellower: cannot be for certain there though I do believe this is ghostly grave yard if I ever seen one wouldn’t you agree my lady?

Carolyn: Stop calling me that, and what is with your accent, you Irish or something?
Mellower: Within first impression my lady you sure know how to kill a relationship fast, I know how Chris must feel (laughing)

Carolyn: What did you say?

Mellower: you heard me well my lady I am sure of that.

Carolyn: I will beat you with this stick I dare say Mr.

Mellower: Up here my lady, might want to try throwing the head I am pretty high up in this tree, besides the stick is kind gone flimsy from the weight of his head looks like he had been a fat man.

Carolyn: Who are you?
Mellower: mellower my lady.

Carolyn: right now I know this is a dream.

Mellower: whatever this maybe Carolyn know this is not a dream at all.

Carolyn: I have never even seen you before how could I possibly dream you.

Mellower: exactly my lady, exactly.

Carolyn: so than you are the one who saved Chris?

Mellower: In the flesh and you should be thanking me I saved him for you and those two detectives of course, see Carolyn there are people in your life for meaning and purpose and there are those people in your life that are just there, truth is in the moments truth is not a destination.

Carolyn: whatever is that suppose to mean?

Mellower: look deep Carolyn you forget don’t you? After all this time she has become not even a memory.

Carolyn: Forget, who am I suppose to remember?

Mellower: Such a shame my lady I do believe you passed her head when you stepped out of your bed.

Carolyn: You are sick.

Mellower: Remember before you remember that truth is in the moments, now my lady sleep and wake to a day of perfect memory.

Exit Mellower:
Carolyn falls to the ground which than turns into her bed.

Scene 8: In a Boston Asylum for the insane, Ann and Ingrid sit in bright white room hand cuffed facing detective Brice and detective Strong, both detectives smoking cigarettes.

Detective Strong: (Smirking) No one believe your story? how is the nut house treating you two ladies?

Ingrid: Where did you find him?

Detective Brice:    you know same old lovely place where we would find any college football star going places in life, moms old boy we found in the junkyard.

Ann: We loved Isiah, we were friends I am not even capable of such a thing as burning of a body.

Ingrid: What about Red Bear? you find him?

Detective Brice: (Sarcastically)  O yes, refresh my memory where he comes into this side show?

Ann: Your a prick.

Detective Brice: (Blowing smoke in her face)  true enough.

Ingrid: Like i said in my statement detectives, I and Ann as well as Isiah met up with this person we had just met few weeks ago named Red bear and we had all planned for this historical trip we were going to do a report on for our writing class, as we were with him after sometime on our travel weird and strange things happened which at most is very unexplainable.

Detective Strong: Let me look again here at your statement, here it is, this is whats kinda crazy and probably what got you into this palace. Please correct me if I am wrong. You said you woke up and you were tied to a chair, both you and Isiah in some kinda game which happened to win and Isiah had been burned where he sat?

Ingrid: It seems unreal?

Detective Strong: That’s the understatement of the year.

Ingrid: That is what happened.

Ann: Ingrid, you know I love you but listen to yourself what you just said it dose sound crazy.

Detective Brice: (Laughing) Crazy questioning the crazy, suppose were in the right place for it.

Detective Strong:Ladies, come on, tell me about your friend and what you really did to him, enough of the insane story and lies.

Ingrid: we did not do it.

Detective  Brice: look ladies the whole crime scene we stumbled upon does not make any sense what so ever and we are not done putting pieces together, I believe you two were involved and had help dumping the body, foot prints we found too big to be yours.

Ingrid: Tell me officer, do you believe in the supernatural?

Detective  Brice: Dose this scroll mean anything to you?

Ingrid: never seen it before.

Detective  Brice: The words are written in Hebrew, it says the souls shall be put to trail within the limits of fire and only one shall live, Interesting little piece I must say.

Detective Strong: We also have prints and the four sets of prints we know are not yours, who were you working with? you know we will figure this out ladies, its what we do and your lies now wont go to favor the truth when the shit hits the fan.

Detective Brice: were here only trying to help.

Ingrid: (Spitting on Brice)  You just heard what truth I know.

Detective Brice:  Sticking to your crazy story I assume? okay ladies, we are not done with you yet don’t go anywhere.

Exit Detective Brice and detective strong.


Truth Of One


I am not owned by you

I am the one who chooses

Whatever I say and whatever I Choose to do, there should be no offense

My actions dare not reflect on you

My intentions of thoughts proceeding my coming and going

Forgot you I had

Crown chakra

You’ve decided the upset

Look through the glass

Display my life of survival

Such change and busyness

My own autonomy I lead my foot steps across the miles

Sleep deprived

look what you had done

I shall tell you a tale

There is always selfishness possessing

In logic concerning what other people decide

If you should read and weep

When peace dose not meet your criteria

Look through the glass

Here is a tale of a tarot reading

Pathway leading to a darkened closed door

memories of a house

In this sight meaning is hidden

Nonetheless I see

A tale of two swords

One slaying the dragon

One sword

For the one who deserves silence

Do you remember that day?

That particular day of impressions?

Where and when your attention had been once needed

Where were you than?

Do you remember that day?

One sword is yours

Covered in wisdom


I’ve read the stars

There is not one thing belonging

Alignments of planets change

Systems energy changes our being connected

Mine own searching conjectures mystery

origins of and eons lapse

Ancient times scry through the future

Time portal messenger

Truth of one

The Salem Horror- Part 1-The disappearance

OVERVIEW: I  wrote this script for my creative writing class back in 1998. After reading the Salem Witch trails i became inspired to write something supernatural where such legends had already been passed down the ages through history, I decided to make my own fiction based on supernatural witchcraft of the unexplained. I did not change much to the original copy so keep in mind it is not a professional script, the good thing about reading is that we can make up our own image and setting based on the context… Enjoy. the disappearance


Act 1: Scene 1
Enter: Chris, Carolyn into restaurant sitting opposite of each other.

Chris: I hate people.

Carolyn: You would like to start our first date conversing negativity? They say true colors eventually come out.

Chris: Maybe I should have elaborated a little more than just saying I hate a person, what I meant was did you see the way that waiter looked at you as we passed by him?

Carolyn: Yes of course, should make you happy you are with such a beautiful woman.

Chris: Well I would not be checking out another woman if she was with someone.

Carolyn: I know, you only do it when they are by themselves.

Chris: (Blushing) well…

Carolyn: there is no well there is only jealousy which is exactly what you are tonight, it is only being humane to look at something that is attractive my sweet.

Chris: and you?

Carolyn: Of course.

Chris: You are truly amazing.

Carolyn: No need for sarcasm, you are just a jealous hypocrite you are getting upset at the same thing you do yourself.

Enter: waiter.

Waiter: Are you two ready to order at this present time?

Carolyn: Yes

Chris: excuse me, no we are not.

Waiter: Shall I come back when there is more organization?

Chris: I will motion to you when we are ready.

Waiter: very well.

Carolyn: What was that?

Chris: (Looking over menu) what was what?

Carolyn: are you a bloody lunatic?

Chris: Mind your tongue lady.

Carolyn: let me point out to you that we both came into this establishment already knowing what we were going to order. Did it bother you that I a lady spoke before you? Did I make you feel less than a man?

Chris: I just wanted to make sure that is all.

Carolyn: I think you have issues my sweet.

Chris: (Slams menu on table) whatever do you mean dear?

Carolyn: I am not sure if you are ready to hear my truth surly it will sting.

Chris: Try me.

Carolyn: I am going to sum it all up and just say you like to fight with people, who starts a first date with verbal diarrhea such as I hate people? And than acts passive aggressive because a lady speaks first, you control issues mannerism issues and I bet a lot more. I am thankful to witness this now before we had got really involved.

Chris: I knew you were falling for me what I can say most girls do.

Carolyn: I bet most run off, apparently.

Chris: Okay, lets order (waves waiter over)

Waiter: I don’t mean to be rude but you two are making a scene this little episode here is driving our customers away I shall only warn you once before I ask you to leave.

Chris: I will have the steak bloody as hell with veggies and potatoes.

Carolyn: You truly are an ass, which was what you planned on ordering.

Chris: I was not sure.

Carolyn: I think you are a conceded bastard:

Waiter: This is the table from hell isn’t it?

Carolyn: I shall have the chicken salad and the French soup.

Chris: that waiter looks like a rat.

Carolyn: you are too much.

Chris: At least I am truthful, I am being me what truth have you displayed? Expect you are like everyone else?

Carolyn: We are truly two different people with different perspectives on life.

Chris: you don’t think opposites should be with each other?

Carolyn: I never thought of it I had never been on a date such as different and odd as this one before.

Chris: Good to hear it my dear.

Carolyn: You like attention?

Chris: yeah, you don’t.

Carolyn: nope, I am a reserved lady you have embarrassed me tonight the editor of the New York Times is over there often looking over here at us as the waiter so rightfully stated a scene we are making.

Chris: the worst is over.

Carolyn: You are mad.

Chris: And you are still here.

Carolyn: (looks puzzled) yeah.

Chris: Most of the woman would have left already; by you staying proves you’re interested if not a little.

Carolyn: Maybe I am just considerate of following through?

Waiter: Steak bloody as hell for the man and salad, soup for the lady.

Carolyn: thank you.

Chris: enough talk for awhile, let enjoy the food.

Carolyn: I could not agree more.

Scene 2
Enter Isaiah, Red bear, Ann, Ingrid into a forest in early evening somewhere in central park.

Red bear: the old people say according to legend that the old spirits travel upon these forests the ones who never crossed over to the spirit world; there are burial grounds all over this place.

Ingrid: (rolling her eyes) Right

Isaiah: it is true I’ve had the chance to read the history of this region kind of spooky if you ask me red bear.

Red bear: There are old legends told that some people who enter these sacred burial grounds seem to vanish without a trace.

Ann: you I smell a tall tale, if this had been true than what are we doing out here and I am sure red bear you yourself would not be venturing into those parts so I assume that we are no where close to these burial grounds.

Red bear: No where close that’s for sure.

Ingrid: than what is with all the suspense in your tone of voice?

Red bear: it is my past time to scare white people it is the least I can do for my ancestors.

Isaiah: joking right?

Red bear: You don’t know by now? How long have we known each other?

Isaiah: yeah, this is just no place to joke around.

Ingrid: Hardly.

Red bear: you all decided to come with me, now its my turn to decide.

Isaiah: Have to admit it is really beautiful out here I must come back with my art supplies I noticed a clearing few miles back would make a good art piece.

Ann: I thought you just liked to draw naked women?

Isaiah: Still do, nature and women two things relevant both beautiful naked.

Ingrid: gross.

Ann: so where exactly is our destination Red bear?

Red bear: almost there you will know it when you see it.

Ann: can hardly wait, the way you describe the place sounded like a paradise.

Ingrid: maybe just another story, I heard natives tell too many.

Red bear: (shaking his finger at her) hardly a joke is it?

Ingrid: Hardly is correct, a little pay back.

Red bear: times are different these days Ingrid just remember that.

Ingrid: What the jokester cannot take a joke?

Red bear: my people fought for this land many, many years ago I can feel their energy they say welcome brother. Just passed that oak is the spot I was telling you all about.

Ann: slow down Isaiah looks like there is a hill there.

Isaiah: Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine

Ingrid: That’s what they all say before they die.

Ann: such a wonderful group doesn’t you think Red bear… Red bear where are you?

Isaiah: (expressionless face) oh my God.

Ingrid: what is it Isaiah?

Isaiah: don’t come any closer Ingrid stay there, you to Ann.

Ingrid: Isaiah you are scaring me, what is it that you see?

Isaiah: we have to leave this place now, Red bear what is this place? Where is red bear?

Ann: (crying) I don’t know I just noticed he had gone to where I do not.

Ingrid: what is out there Isaiah? What is it that you don’t want us to see?
Isaiah: There are something’s in life that are unexplainable and this is one of them.

Ann: Do you two smell that?

Ingrid: smells just like blood, its coming from whatever is out there isn’t it Isaiah? I have to see its calling me over.

Ann: I want to go home.

Isaiah: we are leaving now, Ingrid no do not look.

Ingrid 😦 looking over the cliff and down seeing rivers of blood and a burnt pentagram on the forest floor}
It is so pretty Isaiah..
Isaiah: I told you not to look God dam it, come on we are leaving.


Enter Isaiah, Ann. Sitting beside each other on a park bench.

Isaiah: have you seen Ingrid at all since that day?

Ann: yes.

Isaiah: how dose she appear to be?

Ann: A ghost like something else is living inside of her, I don’t mean to be rude but you have the same appearance.

Isaiah: I feel empty inside Ann like I am soulless I feel nothing not even a single emotion.

Ann: All this makes no sense Isaiah; the police say that there is no red bear even in existence in this town.

Isaiah: That cannot be.

Ann: well I went to the police I even looked through the reservation and not even his own people have heard of him.

Isaiah: do you smell that Ann? The dried blood, do you see the shadow ghost?

Ann: (crying) I am sorry Isaiah but I cannot do this you are not you anymore, it’s like something else living inside you.
Exit Ann.

Enter Carolyn:

Carolyn: Excuse me sir, I was just passing by and I had noticed how, I don’t know how to quite put this but sickly.

Isaiah:  having a rest.

Carolyn: Men love their sarcasm’s eh?

Isaiah: Leave me be to rot.

Carolyn: so is that what this is? I thought maybe you were out all night on a drunken stupor your appearance dose justify that.

Isaiah: Lady I beg you to leave me alone whatever it is that has infected me I don’t know if it is contagious.

Carolyn: May I sit?

Isaiah: If you insist.

Carolyn: the reason I came over I here is because I spotted you across the park and I became concerned I am a nurse and if I did not come over and at least tried to do something I do believe my Consensus later on would get the better of me.

Isaiah: Well I must thank you politely than and you can be on your way I am sure there are people that can be saved.

Carolyn: You speak if you are dammed.
Isaiah: I just maybe, want to hear a strange story?

Carolyn: I love a good story.

Scene 3
Enter: mellower, perched on top of high rise building looking down over the city at night. He is thinking to himself observing what he sees in his own perspective.

Mellower: Rats in the sewers, rats on roof tops, rats on the street and people nothing but filthy rats. Time square is like one big microwave oven desensitizing a city’s population who knows what those scientists are pumping through those signals? Brainwashed minds living this organized chaotic life, I pay attention to this society, modern gizmos and their gadgets have taken away instinctual humanness. There are things all around us most of us are blind to.

Enter Chris, muggers following Chris down a empty alley.
Mugger 1: Alright rich boy hand it over or my friend here will pump you full of lead.
Chris: I call your bluff.
Mugger 2: (cocks gun) I would not be thinking to much on that Mr.

Chris: you two are nothing without them guns.

Mugger 2: punches Chris in stomach)

Mugger 1: Relax rich boy we will get it for you.

Mellower: Need a hand?

Mugger 1: what the hell are you suppose to be?
Mellower: Your worst nightmare. (Pulls out a sword cuts mugger 2 throat)

Mugger 1: you bastard.
Mellower: I used to be sensitive to that word you know that feeling of going over the edge like, I hear it so many times from my mother I became mellow to the word. It is creeps like you who take me to the limits, have a nice day.

Exit mellower:

Enter detective Brice and detective Strong.

Detective Brice: So let me get this right, you said this guy who killed these to would be muggers was dressed in all black? Black trench coat, black pants and face covered with a black mask?

Chris: yeah that is correct officers, don’t forget the sword he had I mean that was a weapon almost looked like a samurai sword or something deep crackling voice.

Detective Strong: Okay, look we will do everything we can to find this guy but he did save you who knows what would have happened if this wanna be super hero did not come by.

Detective Brice: Do you have anyone that can come get you?

Chris: I am new to Salem  but I have someone in mind if my luck is still capable.

: Scene 4:

Enter: Ingrid, Isaiah into a dark chamber being led by two hooded guards, they were seated in iron chairs and restrained face a crowd of an audience whom were all hooded.

Kane: One of you will die in this very chamber tonight, which one nobody knows.
(Crowd Roars}

Isaiah: What is this place? We must be dreaming?

Ingrid: If we were dreaming how it is possible that I and you are in each others dream? I have dreamed since the forest and I felt alive, This is very much reality I am afraid I feel soulless I feel empty Isaiah.

Kane: I love it, I love it. There is always some trying to figure things out before the way things eventually turn out it never fails, red bear loses again.

Isaiah: Red bear? Where is that red skin?

Ingrid: You two have some sort of bet on us?

Kane: Yes like always my dear it is becoming tiresome though to be quite honest, I win all the time it’s the same thing every time we have out fun, he bets the victims will not figure things out like your pervious conversation and I always say the victims will try to determine if this is a dream or not, and I want to assure you two this is very much real.

Ingrid: what is going to happen to us?

Kane: you mean one of you to be correct, well I surly will not spoil it for our audience because I don’t even know that the whole fun of it nobody knows who is going to get it.

Isaiah: You’re sick.

Kane: yes unfortunately, tell you the truth I want to play the cello, but hell never bargains kiddies just keep that in mind, one of you will visit the flame where souls cannot ever evade the downward spiral.

Isaiah: Take off your mask.

Kane: more words than I usually like the last pair I gagged suppose I am becoming soft, I have this hood and mask for a reason, I know your mother has always told you be careful what you wish for mother advice should always be considered.

Isaiah: (yelling) Show yourself)

Kane taking off his mask and hood, there was no face or head to be seen.

Ingrid: invisible, what is going on in this place?

Kane: I hate to say I told you I had this on for a reason so that you may see some physical form, enough with this small talk the audience is growing thin I can feel their energy sour more than usual. If you don’t mind I am going to mask and hood myself again, and let the games begin.
(Crowd Roars}

ngrid: Isaiah please help me.

Isaiah: I wish I could.

Kane: contestants will please look up at the screen directly in front of you, the instructions are simple you will both have a chance to answer a series of questions ranging from all sorts of various things. Ingrid will answer first than Isaiah, do heed what I say at this point you are only allowed three wrong answers first to get four wrong, well there will be an outcome if there is a tie we kill you both which has never happened there is always a stupid one, and the game is over when I say its over.

Ingrid: this is the twilight zones version of jeopardy.

Kane: First question show it, what is the opening line in Stephen kings the Gunslinger?

Ingrid: The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

Kane: The lady is correct.

Ingrid: thank you God, thank you.

Kane: Isaiah, what is the hill which in Ireland the high priest used to worship?

Isaiah: Stone hinge.

Kane: Incorrect sir that is strikes one.
(Crowd Roars)

Isaiah: You got to be god dam kidding me?

Ingrid: You will get the next one.

Kane: question 2 for the lady, what country won the 2010 world cup? Spain or the Netherlands

Ingrid: Netherlands.
Kane: incorrect.
{Crowd Roars)

Isaiah: Don’t lose hope.

Kane: awe isn’t this cute folks the two dammed giving each other support , alright question two for you my friend, I am going to give a Gaelic sentence and I want you to translate into English. Bhuail iad bord?

Isaiah: This is absurd I can only speak English and understand English

Kane: is that your answer?

Isaiah: I cannot answer it.
(Crowd Roars)

Kane: that is two my friends, Ingrid maybe better luck this time don’t want to be tied with him do you?

Ingrid: Just give me the dam question.

Kane: as the lady wishes. The next question is who is the original song writer to where did you sleep last night?
Ingrid: I know this, I think.

Kane: time is ticking I am afraid.

Ingrid: Lead belly.

Kane: that is correct, this crowd is sure hard to please when you get them right wouldn’t you agree Isaiah?

Isaiah: Go to hell bastard.

Kane: (Whispering) too late. So as it stands ladies and gents 2 to zip for the lady.
(Crowd Roars)
Isaiah: Ingrid, I don’t know what the hell is going on but I would rather have you survive this messed up reality.

Kane: keep in mind my friend this is your last question you can get wrong, ready? Who is Adan Meehan?

Isaiah: Hollywood actor.

Kane: Incorrect.
(Crowd Roars)

Isaiah: come on man how am I supposed to know that?

Kane: well your counter part seems to know things like I said there is always a stupid one. Ingrid my dear you please me very

much next question for you is, Who wrote the book man Crazy?

Ingrid: Joyce Carol Oates.

Kane: survey says? That’s correct.

Isaiah: Good job kid, I never told you this before but I love you Ingrid always have.

Ingrid: (crying) Isaiah no.

Kane: Breaks my heart truly, last question for you sir.

Isaiah: you speak as if you knew I would have lost?

Kane: I have no idea what you mean. What author made his own elvevish language?

Ingrid: come on Isaiah.

Isaiah: Edgar Allen Poe?

Kane: that is incorrect sir.
(Crowd Roars)

Ingrid: no please, let him live

Kane: sorry my dear it’s the rules, congratulations Ingrid you live you shall be returned.

Ingrid: I will find some way to kill you.

Kane: Again so predictable, are you ready Isaiah?
Flames swallowed Isaiah whole into burnt ash.
scene 5
Enter Detective Brice and detective Strong and photographer in a junkyard somewhere in Salem standing over Isaiah s charred burned body.

Detective Brice: Crispy critter.

Detective Strong: if this is our man we are looking for from the missing persons report there is no way to tell.

Detective Brice: Cannot even tell what nationality he is.

Detective Strong: it is all up to blood work I suppose, God dam sick bastards.

Photographer: Detectives might want to have a look see at this.

Detective Brice: what ya got?

Photographer: Look.

Detective Brice: What in the world is this?

Detective Strong: I am no historian though to me that appears to be a piece of a scroll torn off and the writing in a language I don’t know and can’t understand.

Detective Brice: let’s bag it for evidence, see the sides of the paper it is charred like our friend Mr. Crispy over there.

Photographer: hey!!

Detective Brice: what’s your problem?

Photographer: show some professionalism for the dead.

Detective Brice: Just stick to taking pictures friend.

Detective Strong: Forensics will be here soon this is one strange crime scene what do you make of all this?

Detective Brice: I have a strong indication that our victim was burned elsewhere and then dumped here, see over there in the mud the track marks but they don’t lead up to here but there is two sets same prints one coming in one going out and we have a piece of paper with God knows what is written on it and a burned body we cannot even identify if it is who we are looking for.

Detective Strong: Should we go see the girls about this missing person report?

Detective Brice: Na, we will hold on until we find out exactly who this is, and I find it hard to believe two College girls could do this to a man.

Detective Strong: We will figure it out us always does Brice.

Detective Brice: yeah.

The Sadness


Words of promising grandeur getting used to something knew

Just like a haunted loved ones suicide

Avoiding dreams to puncture harmony

We are not home yet and we cannot say for sure if we are ever truly loved

Getting used to another place

Filling up space crowding the air with thoughts

Maddening horror echos down through the ages making history

Names and faces to remember

Words of promising grandeur

Familiar let down

A mothers eyes tear

The good we smile upon securely

Wherein loved ones lost

You may not know the sadness