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The Most Dangerous Beasts of All

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The Atrocissimusis ruled over by evil demons and is full of devils, ghosts, ghouls, and other nightmares you thought were only legends. Yet, despite the power of the supernatural in the world, the most dangerous beasts of all are humans.  As I say in my book, The House on Blackstone Hill : Truly, deeply evil people are simply a fact, and while you are by now accustomed to the idea in the modern world of violent gang members or homicidal dictators, you may not realize so much of what appears random acts of violence is in fact deliberately directed from afar – or, actually, from below. Across the world there are small covens of witches and wizards that worship Satan, drawing on him for their power, who have committed unthinkable acts of horror in furtherance of their magic. There are also individual worshippers scattered everywhere ready to do his will and who worship him through acts of serial rape and murder. These people work very hard to create a thin veneer of normalcy so that no on

Short Story: "The Girl of My Dreams"

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As any of you who follow my work (or even occasionally read my blog) knows, I'm not so much a writer as I am a chronicler of the Infestissumam. I document the history of the demonic world, I collect stories about their fell influences, I make cautionary tales to assist people not to fall under the demon's evil sway. But, servant to publicizing this world as I am, that doesn't leave much room for creative writing.  That being said, it's not like I don't want to write my own stories, to create something that doesn't really belong to this world of horror I write about. So, lately, I've been writing short stories that you might consider are non-canonical in reference to the Infestissumam. Fun, chilling tales of horror of my own creation that don't tie in in any way to the larger world we are together exploring. In time I will gather these stories together into a collection, but for now, I will share with you one of these, which I call "The Girl of My Dr

A Blackstone Manor Timeline

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The history of Blackstone Manor is, in many ways, at the very center of my book, The House on Blackstone Hill . This history is alluded to throughout the book, and a select timeline of it is given at one point in the narrative. However, that is just a thumbnail sketch kind of description, just enough for people to get the picture of what happened there without pounding the history over their head.  So in the interest of using this blog to tell my stories as completely as possible, and sharing all the information about the Infestissuman I have, I now present you with a complete Blackstone Manor timeline. ·             Ezekiel Blackstone, the father of Uzziah, serves in Oliver Cromwell’s army during the English Civil War. He was a huge admirer of Cromwell and would often regale his son with tales of the great man and of his years of service in the war. ·         Uzziah is born on April 20, 1653, the same day Cromwell dissolves the Rump Parliament. Not long afterward, Ezekiel and his fami

The Obsidian Void

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Ever since the first half of the 20th Century, as mankind collectively looked upward and started its own tentative explorations into the depths of outer space, people's minds have turned towards the possibility of alien life. And not merely the existence of such life, but the possibility -- indeed some would say the probability -- that aliens are here on Earth, or regularly visit our planet to capture and torment humans. But I have bad news for those who cling to this belief. There are no aliens. I have this to say about extraterrestrial life in my book, The House on Blackstone Hill: Aliens? No. Aliens don’t exist. We are painfully alone in the universe. However, there are terrors that exist in the deep reaches of space, terrors that if you were to see would drive you instantly mad. Your throat would turn raw from your screams and you would shred your face bloody trying to claw out your eyes to make the terror end. We will talk more about these, later.  As bad as fictional accounts