Its that time of year again. When the chilled wind blows down your spine as if some spirit were walking right through you. The time of ghost and ghouls rise from their un marked graves to walk the earth again. Tortured souls, the walking dead, creatures of the night, and the monsters of legend. I am having this craving, the same craving i have every year since the year of 2004. This urge to scare the hell out of people, to run around a dark underground stone walled catacomb, or in the musty smelled wooden house where all reality is twisted from what we know as normal. My favorite job, The old court house catacombs and the house of lector. Sadly, this is a hunger in-which i cannot satisfy, for i am thousands of miles away and shall be until Uncle Sam desides to let me go. U.ncle S.am Aint Released Me Yet, or [link] for short.
I need terror, and horror, madness chaos and mayhem. I need the love of the haunted house. [link]
Behind this gate, is a place. A damp and dark place, where sunlight does not shine. A place where people who are different can call home. And what place would be complete without a family? A family of hideous abominations that were cast out of your world. A world that brags and boasts of love. the world didn't love when they branded us freak shows. Ah yes, that deplorable little name we embrace might deny it was YOU that turned your backs on them, and now they're going to rip your soul apart. There's no way out now, the mutation process has already begun. Whether you change or decompose is of no concern to me now, you've been warned. My job here is done, WELCOME to the FREAK SHOW...