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Dark Whispers, Part 2

(Continued from Monday the 5th, from: The Dark Side of Carthage Falls – the Anthology – by Kevin Lazarus)

And then I heard it again–empty and hollow–odd little whispers! The words exploded through my mind. Voices–I was hearing voices? Hyper panic set in as fear flowed through me like a shockwave, dialing up ever sensory emotion. Every sound, the slightest bump or creak was now magnified a thousand fold. Those strange little noises were coming from somewhere at the back of the house; back in the bedrooms. Images started flashing before me, from my memory and for a second, once more, I thought I could hear the same footsteps walking behind me from that first night. I quickly shook it off. “Not in the house,” I quietly insisted, “No way!”

Deeply disturbed by what I thought I was hearing, I backed into the corner, scrunching down into a ball. I listened some more, waiting for another gust of wind–hoping that I was wrong. Whatever it was, at least it wasn’t the sound of footsteps. But, for some reason I had the same crummy feeling that I had that night…like I wasn’t alone. “Listen Kevin–listen,” I whispered to myself. “Maybe it’s nothing…”

I lost track of the time waiting. Curiously, the sound hadn’t returned and I began to breathe a little easier. But I didn’t move, not yet–I had to be sure. So I continued waiting there in the corner listening wanting to prove that it was nothing. Again, the wind battered away at the house mercilessly, rattling the windows.

My lower lip was painfully sore, as locked onto it with my teeth, biting down hard and pulling on it; thinking, rehashing what I had heard over and over again, in my head. Another gust of wind hammered the house–and then–it happened again! This time there was no mistaking what I had heard and that realization hit me hard–it was voices! more »

Dark Whispers Part 1

(From: The Dark Side of Carthage Falls – the Anthology – by Kevin Lazarus – Continued)

The sky looked dark, even menacing. Happily, the driveway was empty. Of course, I couldn’t say that I was sorry he wasn’t there–the man with two faces. more »

Night Stalker in Carthage Falls (October Blog)

I’m re-posting these stories for new followers and friends, Thanks and enjoy! Scary fun! K. Lazarus

(This blog is the beginning of a series of blogs from The Dark Side of Carthage Falls, The Anthology – by Kevin Lazarus)

What I am about to tell you is the beginning of a series of truly mysterious events that happened to me when I was very young. I have told these stories to very few during my lifetime and refrain from using the name of the town out of consideration for friends who might still live there; who also experienced similar events. What I am about to reveal to you is the truth… more »

The Monster’s Ball (Part 2) by Kevin Lazarus

Kevin Lazarus in Carthage Falls

 

(From: The Dark Side of Carthage Falls – the Anthology – by Kevin Lazarus – Continued)

There was a slight audible gasp from them. Brett was now staring at me intensely, completely mesmerized.

“So who was it,” Kelly stammered, “do you know?”

“Who do you think it was, you little worm—it was his step dad!” Brett snapped. more »

Turkey, Lions and Werewolves, Oh My!

Just thought I would give you a little update. Due to the Thanksgiving Day holiday The Dark Side of Carthage Falls… won’t post until Monday November 28th.  I am spending time with family and friends and hope that you’re doing the same.  Don’t worry, there is more to come and it is getting scarier with each installment…trust me I know.

Just for the fun of it. Here are a few photos from my past days in the film industry.

Werewolf the Television Series

Kevin Lazarus and Werewolf from the television series Werewolf in the eighties. Sorry you won’t find me on IMDB, I left the biz long before that started and haven’t gone back to submit any information. I suspect that I have only about half of the actual credit I deserve for the films that I worked on. But in those days, it was all about the paycheck. The stuntman in the suit is Anthony. Kind of cool guy. more »

Shadow of the Hand by Kevin Lazarus (Part 1)

(The continuation of The Dark Side of Carthage Falls – the Anthology – by Kevin Lazarus)

The old orchard wouldn’t soon be forgotten. Often on our way home Brett and I would stop near the grassy path and tempt ourselves with the possibilities—of running headlong down the path. Not stopping at the old tractor and not exploring for new discoveries, but just running hard; cutting loose, pulling out all of the stops to temp fate—just for the thrill of it! more »

The Shadows of Indian Summer by Kevin Lazarus – Part 3

(Continued from Wednesday 11/09/11 – from The Dark Side of Carthage Falls – the Anthology – by Kevin Lazarus)

As we weaved our way along the path in-between the rows of dying trees and barren limbs, knee deep in the tall dry grass, I thought about what he’d said earlier, when we first got to the tractor—that nobody would care about us being there. “why?” I asked, huffing as I ran. more »

Grimm, a New Spin on Very Scary Fairy-Tales

By Kevin Lazarus

Okay, here’s the thing. My wife, who is anti-gruesome anything, is hooked on this new series called Grimm. I was sure that I was going to be watching this one as a solo act, but then to my surprise, I find her watching it in the other room—all by herself! more »

The Shadows of Indian Summer by Kevin Lazarus – Part 2

(Continued from Monday – from The Dark Side of Carthage Falls – the Anthology – by Kevin Lazarus)

Gathering what courage I could, I took a few steps closer to the head of the trail, and knelt down near the opening. As I lifted the branches and looked down the path, to where it bent in the undergrowth, I noticed something—how overgrown the path actually was. All of sudden I felt Brett’s hand against my back as he pushed me. “Common!” he taunted. “Are you going or what?” more »

The Shadows of Indian Summer by Kevin Lazarus – Part 1

Indian summer was in the air. Unusually warm for October in Carthage Falls; the enigmatic Carthage Falls—the inexplicable Carthage Falls. Golden leaves spotted with orange, both in the trees and everywhere on the ground; piles of leaves inviting unbridled play. And oh how I wanted to play!

My newest friend, Brett and I, stood at the edge of the Orchard staring down a grassy path leading into a clump of old Cherry trees. They were unkempt, tall and straggly—unlike so many of the other orchards in Carthage. They were now wild and overrun with vines and various other trees that clearly didn’t belong. more »

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