What's A Real Life Horror Story You Ever Felt Like Stuck In a Fiction Novel?
I realize this might be a difficult topic to really share intruth because the number of real horror stories in people’s lives isinsurmountable and it may hurt, a lot, to bring it up to others. So share only that which is comfortable and purgative foryou to do so, always keeping in consideration that maybe some horrors need tostay buried for your own sake. But if you have something you can safely share,you know, those stories that make you feel like you are trapped in a vacuum offiction and you can’t get out of it fast enough, let it rip. It just might helpyou let the blasted event Rest In Peace.
Mine was a monster, a blood sucking, tree gobbling, housecrushing, limb splitter, murderous monster that came to my town in the year of2011, on a day when the sun was high in the sky more beautiful than mosttypical spring days. The monster left my town bloody, battered, bruised, blown to pieces, and completely unrecognizable. It was black as a night withoutstars, and it roared a growling sound of a thousand jets. It sounded of death.
Funeral motorcades went on and on in my town for days afterthe Monster came. This town of mine, my home of 25 years, became bait to one of the most violent, lethal creatures I have ever had the displeasure to witness. This monster creature took the bait and ripped it apart like a hungry lion devours its prey. It killed at a speed of, at least, 350 kilometers perhour. Its size was at least one mile wide.
It was the notorious EF5 Monster tornado of May 22nd,2011, that consumed my town. Terror was here, drilling the ground like it meant to destroy it all forever off the map. In a way terror is still here, in the insidious form of post traumatic chaos of the mind.
I remember reading in some of Stephen King’s novels the phrase “tornado bait” but never really understood that it could be me or around me. On that dammed May Day I finally understood exactly what that meant. I will never forget the horror of that evening when the monster came calling us by name. I was inside a moment in time when I felt I was inside a horror story that writers like Stephen King (and perhaps several others) thought up in their imagination, in their craft of telling those stories which scare us deep and at often times forever, while at some level we know it is just a story, fiction,nothing to be scarred for life about. I felt I was in a horrible work of fiction, and yet I fully knew it was all real. That monster was as real as it gets. It will haunt me every spring because, you see, this kind of monster always shows up around this corridor of nightmares; it is only a matter of When.
That mother f*cker of a monster tornado was, is, my personal Pennywise. That Eater Of Children monster shows up every now and again. But we will kick your ass with something called Faith, no matter what you do to us you monster Pennywise...