Thank Goodness Christmas is over!

i never really enjoy the holidays but this year has been the worst christmas ever. wont get into the the reasons why but it just wasn't fun with what seemed to be the weight of the world on my shoulders.

I am looking forward to this new year! i have hope that i will be able to correct my wrongs and forgiveness will be forth coming and we can get back to the business of living instead of this miserable existence.

i am reading a new zombie book, so far i'm digging it! I will do a review of sorts when i'm done.

got our first real snow today, yesterday was a green christmas, it really didn't feel like christmas not sure if it was the lack of snow or the other junk?

i hope and pray that everyone enjoyed their christmas, and that it was peaceful and drama free

jake

This is something I wrote a couple years ago and some of you may have read this, I have added a bit to it this year so there are some changes, for those of you who have not read this before I pray that it makes you take pause and consider your life, your destiny and your eternity.

Mary Christmas!

I wanted to take a moment and wish everyone a Mary Christmas.

Yes I know it should be Merry Christmas. I was thinking that it might be a good time to acknowledge the Virgin Mary in this quick note.

So we all know that the reason for the season is of course Jesus Christ. But I think there is value in taking a quick look at Mary this Christmas season.

I think we should honor Mary for a number of reasons such as her character and integrity. The angel said to her that she was highly favored by God when he announced to her that she was to conceive the savior of the world. How can one be highly favored by a perfect and Holy God with out having an excellent character. It makes me ponder what kind of person one must be to be highly favored by God and for God to have that kind of confidence in them to raise his son and usher in the new covenant that has the potential to reconcile all mankind back to God?

This virgin birth is one of the cornerstones to our faith, there are many prophecies concerning the messiah but the virgin birth has to be one of the big ones. Indeed this is one of the main things that set Jesus apart from other religious figures of other faiths, Buddha, Mohammed, nor could Krishna make the claim to be the son of God. It was Christ’s divinity that allowed him to be the savior of the world, and it was the virgin birth that fulfilled what was written by the prophet Isaiah so many hundreds of years before.

Isa 7:14

14 Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name Immanuel.

NKJV

For those of you who aren’t aware the name Immanuel when translated means “God with us” and that is the beauty of our faith, our God clothed himself in flesh and came to save us!

And to my friends that scoff at the concept of the virgin birth, from our view, our God is the creator of everything and as the author of life the virgin birth was indeed miraculous but ultimately not out of Gods ability, and to my friends who scoff at the virgin birth and have chosen evolution as your religion since you believe and profess that life came from nothing, the virgin birth should come as no surprise.


Would Mary have perpetrated this ruse if it wasn't true? In her time and culture being pregnant out of wed lock could have been her death if Joseph had chosen. She could have claimed rape or some other claim but she didn't she clung to the promise of God in her life and his protection and provision. She accepted the call on her life despite the inherent risk to herself while so many turn their backs on God when he calls them into a soul saving relationship with him.

Another thing to contemplate about her character is her faith! She didn’t doubt that God was going to do what he said he was going to do. She did ask the angel how it was all going to happen though. But keep in mind that she was asking the how; not doubting. God doesn’t mind you asking about logistics he does mind doubt though.

God trusted her to raise his son as her son, to train him in all ways. What an honor but not with out its risks. In that day and age to be pregnant without being married was punishable by stoning. The fact was she had the faith in God to risk being killed showed her devotion to God.

She not only saw the beauty and wonderment of the life that sprang forth from her body and all the miracles that Jesus would do, but she was there as a faithful witness to the mutilation and final death of her son. I think sometimes we forget the human trauma she suffered while witnessing all of these things because we get wrapped up in the “theology” of the season. Can you imagine watching your son being killed in front of you?

 Mary watched, that’s what she did. She watched the savior take his first steps, she watched as he played, she watched as he became a man, she watched as he learned his earthly fathers’ trade, she watched as he turned water into wine, she watched demons departed at his voice, and people healed just by touching his clothes. But this isn’t all she observed. She watched as Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey to the cheering of the multitude, she also watched that multitude turn on her son and chant for his crucifixion, she watched the religious leaders beat her son and pull his beard, she watched roman soldiers flog her son till his insides were exposed, and she watched them nail her son, her baby to a cross, she watched as he gave his last breath, she watched as they stabbed him with a spear to see if he was dead, she watched as the centurion that carried out the murder of her son changed his mind and decided that her son was the son of God, she watched as they took his body down from the cross, she watched as they laid him in a tomb. Can you imagine witnessing the destruction of your child?

But there were other things she witnessed, she was there when he had risen and appeared to them, she was there when he ascended to heaven to receive his kingdom, and she was there on the day of Pentecost when the church was born in fulfillment of her sons’ life work.

To really think about it, it’s all too much to bear! What a strong woman, strong in character and strong in faith. I don’t think we should worship Mary as some do, but we should be willing to look at her life and find an excellent example and encouragement.

As we look to this New Year I pray that we all may have a Mary heart, be submitted to God, and willing to watch what he does in our lives!

jake

I finished up Victoria Adams book entitled "Who I Am Yesterday"

A beautiful and heart wrenching tale of love, commitment and grief. Victoria Adams delves deep into her own pain as she recounts her husband’s decent into dementia. She also covers some of the basics for people who might be thrust into this new season of life of a loved one as she shares some of her hard won wisdom. A true account of love unconditional……….

jake 

http://www.amazon.com/Who-I-Am-Yesterday-ebook/dp/B008FHUI20/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1356220362&sr=8-2&keywords=who+i+am+yesterday 

not able to get a pic of the cover sorry 

I had the pleasure of reading "The Reawakening" by Joseph Souza, this is what i posted on amazon and good read for it. 

They say you are what you eat, but what if what you eat starts mutating because of scientist wanted to play God? If you’re having trouble imagining the fallout Souza lays it out for you! It has everything you need, science, zombies, guns, and characters trying to come to grips with the world crumbling around them! 

it was really good i enjoyed it. the zombie genre is somewhat limiting and i appreciate it when an author is able to come up with another way of approaching it. 

jake

http://www.amazon.com/Reawakening-Living-Dead-Series-ebook/dp/B009MHDN7Y/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1356193941&sr=8-2&keywords=joseph+souza

Internet has been down, finally got it up and running today!

winter has officially arrived! blustery cold today, i dont mind snow that much although i could live without it, i dont even mind the cold that much, but that wind blowing down from lake michigan is COLD!!!

i love the lake and we only live about 35 miles from it, but the down side is the weather from it.

been working as much as i can, physically i've really had a hard time lately so sitting at the desk was just not an option

I am up to around 20K words on soul whispers but i've run into a problem not a big one but got to get something figured out before i can continue, i am finding that being this organized before writing has really helped tho, i'm happy with my progress! just things didn't work out quite like i had planned.

Kids are out for christmas break so no more getting up at 6am!! for a while YAY!!!! but then again they are home too................

hopefully later i will get a review done for a book i read and post it here, amazon, and good reads at least. got to help my Indie brethren.

jake

so i just havent accomplished much the last 3-4 days, been feeling blah and busy. i'm ok with this i have no dead lines, also dealing with a proposed chapter that just isnt gelling like i thought it would and trying to decide if i should just delete it completely or shrink it down and add the info which isnt all that important into another chapter and be done with is.

as most everyone knows yesterday some douche bag in CT. walked into a school and shot a bunch of little kids. its quite the buzz on facebook. its a very sad state of affairs indeed.

i've seen posts by the same people who are fighting to kick god out of every place now get upset with him because he didnt stop this..... just a bit hypocritical isnt it? certain people decided God shouldnt be allowed in our schools how can he swoop in and save?

i think in this time of year we would do better turning to God instead of blaming him........

I think Mr. Ceelo Green puts it best in this video

its thursday.

so today is 12.13.12 i am still dealing with the let down of the magical date not bring the zombie apocalypse!

i dont know if i should get excited about the mayan calender thing or not. there is a very good debate of the inaccuracy of the date because the mayans didnt have leap year........... so prolly gonna be a bust.

havent gotten much done the last couple of days....... its ok life happens!

i am hoping to get some stuff done today but so far looks to be a bust. i did get a very small bit of editing done on Krokodil tho so i'm thrilled about that I hate editing once the story is told i want nothing to do with it....... does that make me a "one night stand writer?" or a "slam bang thank you ma'am" writer?

tonight seems like fighting with the kids is the order of the day. as all of you parents know there are days when you cant get them to do anything.......... this last week has been that day, only now momma is off work and i got back up.... i told them "get your messes cleaned up before mom gets off work and sees them"

they should totally listen to dad!

in other news this lil blog without too much pushing had 925 page views last i looked. thank you to everyone who has stopped in.

i still need to sit down and actually read some blogs and get some ideas for content, i really wasnt prepared when i started it. i was talking with an author friend and she was rattling off all these things to do and i jumped on it.......

twitter is growing nicely over 1900 followers now, i still dont get twitter really. meet some really nice people on there tho but most of it is people who just posts ads non stop without much interaction. i dont like that, i want to try and get to know everyone........ silly i know and not realistic

OK i've rambled take care my friends!

jake

wed.

so today is 12.12.12....... and i dont care do da do da

look if zombies arent coming its just another day right?
 havent slept in over 24 hours doubt i get much writing done tonight, didnt get anything done to speak of yesterday, sometimes life just happens!

got stew on the stove, kids are upstairs running back and forth instead of doing what they are supposed to do. wifey is sleeping she was up over 24 too and worked last night.

the new book "Soul Whispers" is coming along nicely i think? its coming along at any rate. it is at right around 13k. which is pretty good considering i haven't been working on it long and i usually only do 1k words a day.

My twitter is moving along i am over 1900 followers https://twitter.com/jasonmueller71

and as usual my author page is http://www.facebook.com/authorjasonmueller

so check out the fun stuff going on there.

jake

Kids....

so my 7th grade son is sitting at my computer and reading some of my new book.... comes into the kitchen and basically says my grammar sucks and offers to edit it for me, then he tells me he added some more description to a scene.... apparently it was lacking...........................

in other news i'm up to 12.5K words on the new project "Soul Whispers" 

i also came up with a good idea for a story line last night and didnt get a chance to write it down hoping it comes back to me. 

thinking about doing pinterest? just for posting pictures of things that inspire my writing? i dunno social networking and "marketing" takes up so much time now

Books i'm reading at the moment. Who I Am Yesterday by Victoria Adams

http://www.amazon.com/Who-I-Am-Yesterday-ebook/dp/B008FHUI20/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1354252242&sr=8-2&keywords=who+i+am+yesterday

and

The Reawakening by Joesph Souza

http://www.amazon.com/Reawakening-Living-Dead-Series-ebook/dp/B009MHDN7Y/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1355185725&sr=1-2&keywords=reawakening

good day today, got 2k words done on Soul Whispers bring me up to a grand total of 11.5k words on the new project!!!

been just trying to average 1k words a day, if i manage that i can write a novel in three months or less! 

An excellent day!!!!

been a great day, stayed up way late last night got up way late and havent done jack all day!!! i did watch 6 episodes of Warehouse 13 tho........ does that count?

last night i got most of todays writing goal done so i just have a little bit left to do and then i can go back to bed!!!!

here is the link for my author page

http://www.facebook.com/authorjasonmueller

jake

blah........

been writing some! now that the computer issues is solved getting back into the whole writing routine. started a new story called "soul whispers" i'm excited about it!

also been fighting with twitter they have the silly 2k rules and so i have been scrambling to delete businesses and inactive accounts so i have some room.

how about all of you? whats going on in your worlds?

jake

another for your reading pleasure!!

this is what Christy and I did for the final round of the contest, we wanted to do something different than we did on the first round, we had a lot of fun with this, to us it was funny, who knows if anyone else gets it.

the prompt was 1940's monster movies

Monster Bash

by

Jason Mueller and C.L. Foster

Drac was frantically running about very worried. His annual Halloween Monster Bash was turning out horribly! Many guests had not yet arrived in attempts at being fashionably late and the other guests were just sitting in awkward silence, lost in their own little worlds. Why wasn’t anyone talking or dancing? Was it bad music? Doesn’t everyone like Culture Club? Surely they can find common ground and mingle like they have each year Drac had thrown this little soiree, but now they were acting like they were at some social gathering for outcasts.

The place was a mess already! Cups and plates were everywhere and the remains of Frank’s wife, Elizabeth’s confetti and glitter concoction were littered all over everything. Evil woman! Being Franky's "Bride" for so long made her do stupid things. How dare she get Drac all covered in the tiny shards of sparkly things? Did she not know that vampires are virile and strong and should never be glittery? Really. I am not a sissy, for crying out loud!, he wanted to scream at her. Women!

And his carpet, his beautiful carpet! Blast that minion for dropping his favorite chafing dish full of Lil Smokies and BBQ sauce. Drac had asked that Renfield hire some help, but the least he could do would be to find some people with adequate knowledge of party service and proper balance. Was that asking too much? Seriously. He so loved the whole BBQ sauce thing since it reminded everyone of blood and who doesn’t like tiny finger-foods? It looked like a bowl full of appendages and, truly, theme is important at those types of things, but now his flooring looked like a blood and sparkle contest or some grotesque art sloshed across his antique rug. The carpet matched Drac's feelings about the evening so far.

Drac took pride in his castle and especially wanted to make a statement for this particular year. Special occasions aren’t typically celebrated among this sort of crowd, but Drac appreciated the longevity of his annual shindig and 50-years was a nice number. Half of a century of enjoying the same company could either be completely boring or thrilling, depending on the host and setting, so Drac always put his best foot forward.

“Do you really want to hurt me?” Drac grinned to himself realizing the lyrics were so apropos for this particular bunch of guests.

Every year he put out the finest cobwebs and spiders - if he could get Renfield to stop eating them. He also had the cemetery out back spruced up and imported exotic ravens so that at the end they could all enjoy a raven releasing party. Nothing but the best for his prestigious guests! Although, if those damned birds pluck out any eyes this year it would be the last year he ordered those Chinese crows!

The kicker this year so far was that Wolfy was already drunk on Mad Dog 20/20 and he was hiking his leg and piddling on everything in sight. To make matters even worse, he tried humping the Phantom’s leg. Oh how he had a French snit! No wonder they didn't like him there at that opera house in Paris and Christine had broken up with him! Really that guy is kind of high maintenance, so I dont blame her really, Drac chuckled half-hearted as he headed into the castle kitchen to check on those wretched new minions that Renfield had hired. It’s not that he had a problem with wretched, in fact he rather liked wretched, but when they started dropping his best chafing dishes and ruining his favorite day of the year, it just rubbed his fangs the wrong way.  

The kitchen was bustling and everything looked in order. Finally, something was going right! With a toothy smile, he started to make his way back to the living room, to continue his hosting duties.

Ding, ding, ding, DOOOOONNNNGGGG.  “Ahh, another guest!” he announced to everyone as he clapped his hands happily and glided to the massive door to greet his newest guests.

“Velcome vriends” his best Southern drawl fluttered toward the door as he opened it with a bow.

Drac snarled as he overheard Wolfy ask Swampy “Why’s he talking like that?”

A frightened look was smeared across the face of a boy wearing a Transylvanian Pizza Palace uniform shirt. “Umm, that will be fifteen dollars sir.”

Drac glared at the slouchy form of the pint-sized irritation at his door. “I’m sorry, but I believe you have the wrong house, my dear boy," Drac seethed.

“I ordered it Drac, let the boy in.” Griffin, the Invisible Man, slurred in his ear.

Drac hated it when Griff snuck up on him, once when they were kids Griff had snuck up and stuck a clove of garlic down his shorts and had laughed himself silly as Drac frantically tried to pull the clove out of his underwear before he repulsed himself right into oblivion. Drac had given him a little bite in return but Griff ran home and told his mother and she called Drac’s mother who was so mad that she fed him an Irish man for supper.

“Fine,” Drac said as stalked away in a huff, trying not to sulk when he overheard Griff tell the young man, “Come on in and meet my friend, Wolfy!”

At this Drac’s fangs came out and it was everything he could do to not bite that delivery boy or tell Griff where to stick it, but being the gracious host as always, he kept it to himself. The more, the merrier, he supposed. Realizing that no one had bothered to shut the door he went back indignantly, but it was lost on the others. As he shut the door, he turned around and slipped on something wet on the floor. Really Swampy!? This is not the Black Lagoon! Must you drip all over the place? What if someone falls? What if they sue? My homeowner’s insurance is already astronomical! That would ruin his party in a big way.

Well, at least things are picking up a little bit now, Drac mused as he took a seat and surveyed the room silently. Griff and the pizza boy looked like they had some kind of herbs in a baggie. Drac absently hoped it wasn't wolfsbane or something illegal like that. Wolfy was slow dancing with Elizabeth now. No more Sade on the playlist, he decided. The Stein’s were an unlikely couple, most folks thought that Frank wasn’t all that into girls and she well, she was a bit on the loose side and it had nothing to do with her stitching, but even with their differences they still managed to keep up appearances.

Phantom and Swampy were now over by the fireplace playing quarters and it was hard to tell who was winning. Mummy was shambling toward them with a piece of toilet paper dragging along. Drac chuckled to himself as he perched on his new sectional that he was hoping at least someone would notice or mention. He suddenly regretted his choice of seats while trying to ignore the dampness soaking through his pants. He kept the look of alarm from his face and he quickly stood and discreetly examined the damage while hoping that Swampy had sat here before and it wasn't more of Wolfy’s marking. His maid service bill was going to be ridiculous this week.

He looked over at Wolfy and Elizabeth contemplating the issue their closeness was going to cause. He watched, stunned as she dirty danced with him and then broke out  doing the Wobble. This is not going to be good. Seriously can Wolfy be anymore of a dog? he cringed. If Frank saw this, there would be Hell to pay.

I wish the rest of the guest would get here. With a gleeful smirk, he thought about the swag bags he had to give out when the party was over. What an epic finale to the night!

The evening went on and everyone seemed to be having a good time and more guests had arrived and the party was in full swing. Wolfy and Elizabeth disappeared. Since Wolfy shed everywhere and Drac was a little allergic to animal dander, he had just anticipated and taken a Claritin before the party to ease his symptoms. Where have they disappeared to now?I hope they aren’t in my bed, he groused.

Dr. Death was chatting up one of the wretched minion chicks. The good doctor was always doing something droll and rather commonly so it didn’t really surprise Drac. The Wild Woman was flirty with Phantom. She was really laying it on thick and trying to get him to go home with her so she could find out what really awaited behind the mask. The dreadful delivery boy was in a twenty-minute lip lock with Paula Clayton Reed. Drac shuddered, Man, that is one Weird Woman!

Three hours later everything was winding down. Guests were beginning to head for the door where Drac stood proudly with a stack of swag bags ready to be passed out in thanks to everyone for coming and making it a lovely evening. Even though things weren't perfect, the party was still a huge success.

A few of the monsters had been a bit of an embarrassment. Wolfy was still not back with Elizabeth. Thank the heavens Griff is invisible, Drac thought, glancing over to where the man lay face down on his beautiful BBQ-stained carpet covered in glitter and sauce with his pants down around his ankles. Apparently Mummy had snuck up behind Griff and depantsed him. Griff then tripped over his own pants and fell to the floor where he promptly passed out, good ol Mummy!

Dr. Death walked out with a smile and nod. A swag bag in one hand and the minion in the other. Drac learned her name was Susan, That sounds familiar for some reason, Drac pondered momentarily.

Suddenly,  a commotion broke out as the rest of the guest snatched their swag bags out of Drac's hand and ran out the door.

“Noooooooo, you can’t do this to me, you can’t leave me for him! What will people think? I will be the laughing-stock of the country club,” Frank wailed with tears running down his cheeks, sending sparks as the drops hit his neck bolts.

“Frank, you know I’ve been miserable and falling to pieces for a long time, you don’t excite me anymore. Wolfy makes me want to howl at the moon, you don't do that for me anymore! I hate to drop this on you like this, but I’ve known for a long time that I wanted to have Wolfy’s litter. It’s over Frank. Goodbye.” With that the new couple grabbed their swag bags and was out the door without another word. Drac watched the two head for Wolfy’s VW MiniBus, he rolled his eyes as Wolfy marked every tree and bush on the way, it got really ugly when Elizabeth tried to mark a bush also. She‘s doing it wrong. Bless her heart.

Frank was a blubbering mess. Everyone was gone now leaving Drac to deal with the heartbroken sap. It was more likely that Frank was embarrassed that an upper-class guy like himself would be dumped by a has-been like Elizabeth.

Drac made Frank a cup of peppermint tea, knowing that the big man would end up with a headache, like he always did after a good cry. Peppermint tea always seemed to help calm Frank down. For such a big guy, Frank really was a fragile and genteel soul.

Drac sat down on another spot on the sectional and again found a wet spot. He touched the spot and sniffed his finger. Ugh, it wasn't Swampy, it was Wolfy!, he mused disgustedly. He sat, stirring his own cup of peppermint tea and stared off into space wondering to himself what next year might bring.

another flash fiction piece i did and won!!!

Shower Time

by

Jason Mueller

After one more peek in at the baby, Sandy locked the front door and padded to the bathroom. Finally asleep. Shower time!, she thought gleefully. Turning the shower on, she stripped out of her jeans and t-shirt and stood looking at herself in the mirror. Not bad for just having a baby, she mused as she turned side to side inspecting her figure. Her figure had changed since having Abby three months ago. She thought she was more womanly now with her fuller breasts and belly. I’m not fat though, I’m thick and sexy. The steam from the shower slowly obscured her image as she watched mesmerized until she was gone.

She went to the cabinet to get a towel and washcloth and as she was stepping into the shower, she heard the front door slam shut. A shiver went down her entire body as fear took hold. She and Abby were alone while Abby’s father was stationed in Afghanistan. She timidly went to the door and peeked out down the long hallway, but saw nothing. Then the footsteps started toward her, rapidly approaching as if someone were wearing cowboy boots and in a hurry. Coming straight for her. Louder and closer they came, Sandy ducked back into the bathroom with a yelp and locked the door behind her. As she twisted the lock, feelings of guilt for leaving Abby alone assailed her, but what could she do?

She put her ear to the door. Nothing, not a sound. Had she imagined it? Surely she didn’t just imagine all of that from being a little frightened.

Trembling, she opened the door. She had to know if something was out there and if Abby was safe. She stuck her head out, there was nothing. No one and no sound. She made her way down the hall. I’ve never been afraid of the daylight, this is silly, she admonished. She looked in with relief on Abby to find she was still sleeping like an angel.

Starting to feel better she made a quick check of the house and found nothing. Am I losing my mind?, she began to wonder and she scampered back to the bathroom hoping no one was looking in the windows.

Stepping in the bathroom, she froze in horror at the mirror when she noticed a large handprint. It was larger than a mans by more than double, she guessed. She frantically searched through the steamy bathroom but there was no one in there with her that she could see.

A cold breeze blew on her naked skin sending instantaneous goosebumps and chills racing along her spine. Her eyes snapped back to the mirror. As she watched the reflection in terror, an invisible figure started to write slowly on the foggy glass. Her heart felt as if it were going to stop beating as each letter appeared.

Finally it was done. The message read, “Want Abby.”

She stood in front of the mirror dumbfounded as the realization hit her that someone or something wanted her baby. “NO!” she shouted hoping that she could scare away whatever it was that was threatening her and her baby.

An almost electrical feeling arced it’s way through the bathroom. The mirror began fogging over again and, in desperation, she reached out with the washcloth in her hand and made a single swipe across the glass. Reflected behind her was a creature that her mind could not even fathom. Towering over her was a black, leathery skinned creature with teeth that seemed to jut from its mouth in razor sharp points. It’s eyes were a blackish-red with flashes of yellow, she noticed as they stared back at her menacingly.

Sandy screamed and in a flash, her face was slamming through the glass on the mirror. Knocked  senseless, her face was cut and bleeding profusely. She felt strong hands in her hair tossing her to the floor as she fought, but to no avail. She could feel her legs being forced apart, she could feel the weight of what she now realized was a demon on her and a hardness enter her.

When the demon was done with her she was lifted up again and dangled limply by her hair. Despite the pain that racked her body, she looked into the demon’s eyes and immediately got lost in the flames that seemed to dance within the blackish orbs. With a sneer, the demon tossed her through the glass door of the shower causing her head to bounce off of the tile. The water scalded her as she lost consciousness. The deep lacerations on her face and body seeped blood that flowed lazily down the drain.

Sandy awoke in the what she could only guess was a hospital room. She sat on the edge of the bed noticing that her clothing was made of a paper-like material. She hurt from head-to-toe from the cuts and impacts she had suffered, but the most painful was the burning sensation between her legs and her belly. She lurched to the door to find the room locked, everything came rushing back to her, the demon, her attack, the pain, and Abby. Sandy’s mind broke and she started to scream.

~

Sandy was shackled and now sitting in the institution’s staff psychiatrist office.

“Sandy I have some hard questions for you, but I have to ask them. Why did you kill your baby, Sandy?” The old doctor asked, seeming somewhat disinterested.

“I didn’t kill my baby! It was a demon, look at what it did to me!,” she screamed and broke into sobs.

“I’m sorry Sandy, but thats not what the police and the evidence show. Sandy, can you tell me how far along in your pregnancy you are?”

“I’m not pregnant!” She wept bitterly, but deep inside she knew the searing burn of her insides could only be a monster inside her and when it was done, the flames would sear her soul.