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Thursday, October 30, 2014

# 1 DIY GHOST BUSTIN GUIDE ON THE PARANORMAL BOOK MARKET





A REAL REALITY CHECK?           *How to live with that Creepy Shadowy Ghost in your Home
                                                         

It has been estimated that countless individuals live in their apartments and house's sharing them with shadowy spirits.


This new book is a mind opening  informative-investigative-practical paranormal resource guide.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

THEY CALL ME!

Maybe,I should introduce myself,but my name is of no consequence at this moment.I'm on the way of going viral pretty soon anyway.I'll be changing the behaviors of all who may encounter me,becoming a headache to all nations,making them throw up their guts,as they read from their holy books.I will consume their fragile bodies,with muscle pains,and induce violent episodes of shitting spells,as they pull the triggers on fancy killing weaponry and,when the dust clears and,everything settles from them having their little earthly temper tantrums with one another.Millions will lay bleeding from within and,externally from my proven kill rate of 25-90% making me the baddest extremist on this screwed up ass planet.So when all their bodies are burnt and,everything maybe goes back to normal for man,hoping he doesn't have someone like me,come back and finish kicking his malnourished mindset of those returning back to idol worshiping their,false powers,and back to counting their gold and silver.


So.....now lemme introduce myself one more time.......


In Latin they call me;Disambiguation/aka: Ebola



Ole.......yes........you and the little one's enjoy your Halloween,why you still can?

Thursday, October 2, 2014

MONSTER CREATIONS ON HALLOWEEN NIGHT

by Don Wright


Every Halloween,my mom and dad pulls out all the stops to make it as precious,and eventful,making it something that I will remember for years to come,as I grow into adulthood.Mom and dad tells me that my monster costume choice is very unique,I've always enjoyed monsters beginning at the age of five;vampire's,mummies,frankenstein,werewolves,zombies,leatherface,Dr.Lecter,Freddy,Jason,and Michael,are at the top of my list.Excited I am about all the delicious Halloween goodies and,treats and all other little Halloweener's I will come to meet tonight.There's something special about All Hollows Eve's night,that makes me feel like;I don't know how I'm suppose to feel like,not wanting it to fade so quickly.After returning from canvassing,still clutching onto the custom black leather bag that mom and dad has given me as an extra treat on this wondrous night that will define me.Both mom and dad stand over me,as I sit at the kitchen table.They watch as,I sample some of my treats from out of the bag.Both continue to stand with loving proud smiles as,I gobble down delectable mouth watering chewy gooey sweet tasting bloody mangled torn off,torn out bloody arms,eyes,legs and,hearts of little screaming bodies,unaware of new Halloween monsters among them like me called; Sociopath's that my mom and dad will lock away until next HALLOWEEN.

Friday, September 19, 2014

HALLOWEEN (HAINTS) HORROR STORIES

THERE'S A BOOK OUT ON EVERY SCARY STORY YOU EVER WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT HAINTS ON HALLOWEEN NIGHT.


But it's to frightening to READ.............




*Afro American Stories of Fright from the Old South

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

SEX OUTTA THIS WORLD!

I took a little time away from blogging,glad to be back.

While sitting in an airport lounge waiting for my flight,having a stiff one.I couldn't help but over hear several young women getting wasted,laughing and talking about an odd subject.The subject was about SEX! But not just your ole everyday sex.They were talking about sex between some gal,and her dead husband.One of the young pretty women giggled as she described,how this woman she knew was having hair pulling,ass smacking mind blowing sex,with someone who was dead? The young woman told her girlfriends,that she was trying to contact her old dead boyfriend from college,who was her first love,and was a great F*#K! She also was telling the girls,that conjuring up an incubus was the new trend when it came to mind blowing sex with dead guys.She said the sex was literally outta this world.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

AN EXCERPT FROM: BRIDGE OF THE CRYING BABY


"Mama....Sonny....I swear fo God.There I was,sittin in the middle of a war.Mama it was the civil war.Just like we learn in school.Between the north and the south.And there I...was sittin smack dead in the middle.Back in July the 12th 1864.The blood and pain.Lew'd...it was just so...much blood.There was white and black soldiers,just layin and just dying without arms,legs,feet.I seen one main head blown off by a cannonball.Men bein split in half wit swords."

"Ohhhh....law'd li,boy!"

"That ole bridge wit screams and bloody torn up bodies all over it.And the smoke from the guns turned it into a mist in that spooky ole blue moonlight.And my kin Billie,justta lil ole boy himself.Jumps on the wagon and he starts to swang that ole sword in his hand,like a expert.Wit his face half blown off.He screams and shouts from the top of his voice;DRIVE ME TO FREEDOM OR HELL!"


                   

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

ALL GODS CHILDREN!





WE GOT A NUKE! THEY GOT A NUKE! ALL GODS LIL DUMB ASS CHILDREN GOT A NUKE!

Thursday, March 13, 2014

THE CHANNELING OF SOULS



I get these reoccurring dreams of past events,experiences,which makes me feel like a walking and talking anachronism at times.

I've always believed in the essences of life (our souls) exist far beyond our earthly understandings.


*This event is both beautiful and eerie...?*AWESOME 7 YEAR OLD

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

AN EXCERPT FROM: " IT.....CAIN'T BE!" AFRO-AMERICAN STORIES OF FRIGHT FROM THE OLD SOUTH.




"It pulled Charlie boys torn open bloody guts all over the ground,like a long bloody rope,and it just ATE! And ATE! And ATE! Charlie boy screamed for his mama and God,until he just died with this....this...thang eating and staring on at me,with Charlie boys bloody guts hangin outta it's mouth.I...got up from the ground,started to run.It got behind me,and...and....Big Henry jumped in front of it,and then one of em,grabbed Big Henry,with its big claws around Big Henry's head and pulled,as another one of em,held Big Henry's legs.It yanked Big Henry's head off,with Big Henry's bloody spinal cord still connected."



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Sunday, March 9, 2014

REAL MONSTERS



We enjoy fictional stories of horror created by real writers,in a world with REAL MONSTERS!


Read My New E-Book; Afro-American Stories Of Fright From The Old South




Thursday, March 6, 2014

EYEWITNESS


Various individuals have E-mailed me with stories about an eerie phenomenon,that's showing up in households all across America.


1.A man in D.C. said he open the door of a dark closet,and was met with a pair of disembodied piercing eyes staring back at him.The small closet was searched for hidden doors,but nothing was found? The closet has been nailed shut and is no longer used.

2.A Indiana woman woke up one night terrified to see at the foot of her bed,the same pair of piercing eyes staring on at her.The woman and her husband now sleep with the bedroom light on.

3.A family in Chicago returning home to a dark house,witness several pairs of disembodied eyes staring at them before they entered to turn on the lights.The shook up family has put the house up for sale.




Tuesday, March 4, 2014

OUT OF THE COMFORT ZONE


   I would like to honor an Afro-American Director,Producer,Writer not afraid of leaving comfort zones!    

Mr.Tim Story 

Director of: THE FANTASTIC FOUR And FANTASTIC FOUR RISE OF THE SILVER SURFER.



Saturday, March 1, 2014

DESTINATION GENESIS


Why is it that we never hear of people of color alien abductions? There has been countless articles,books,documentaries,feature films on the subject.Wouldn't it be logical,if I'm an extraterrestrial from the cosmos,and I'm looking to abduct and study human life forms,wouldn't I want to go to the source where its been proven all life began there? The genesis of all life here on earth,which is the continent of Africa,a place loaded with human subjects of color.
       But....I disgress, more SECRETS! And lacks of RELEVANCY.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT!




                            RELEVANCY UNPLUGGED!

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

VALUE COLLECTION PRODUCTS REALM

             

               *ALL POSTER'S
             
               *AFRICA IMPORTS

               *BECKY'S WILDLIFE AND FANTASY ART




















Tuesday, February 25, 2014

SPACE THE EQUAL FRONTIER



A SHOUT OUT GOES TO AN INNOVATIVE FUTURIST AND HIS CREATION OF A TOTALLY INTEGRATED INTERGALACTIC REALITY.



                         
                 MR.GENE ( STAR TREK )RODDENBERRY




                   

Saturday, February 22, 2014

THE BLUE PRINT



   TIMELESS RELEVANCE

       THE BLUE PRINT OF GREAT STORYTELLING

Thursday, February 20, 2014

ZOMBIE CELEB



                            THE FIRST ZOMBIE FLICK

                                             IN 1932

Was inspired by people of color,ironically titled: WHITE ZOMBIE.A horror story about a voodoo master in Haiti turning folks into zombies.

                    


Tuesday, February 18, 2014

REAL SCARED!

                       Horror and Sci/Fi flicks are filled with,an endless amount of human emotion.

*ANGER
*DREAD
*HORROR
*JOY
And
*TERROR

So....what would a really serious non-stereotypical horror or Sci-Fi flick produce in Afro-Americans emotional POV's (POINT OF VIEWS)?

Friday, February 14, 2014

BLACK NOSFERATU

Loud gospel spiritual music fills the room beneath the rafters of,the old baptist church.A church where the young boy has worship for all his priceless few years,until now.No more sad grieving cries,and celebratory shouting of the young boy's final departure into the next world.The young boy's innocent soul waits to be welcome to the other side.He will be unable to come back like before.This time the heavy silver cross draped across his chest prevents it.

Friday, February 7, 2014

BLACK AMERICA SUPERNATURAL HISTORY



                           BLACK HISTORY MONTH HONORS

                        TWO GREAT AFRO-AMERICAN ACTORS

                                           THE Black

        CHRISTOPHER LEE and PETER CUSHING's OF HORROR 





                                    Mr.Ken Foree

                                    Mr.Tony Todd





Wednesday, February 5, 2014

IN MEMORY






            HONOR OF BLACK HISTORY MONTH

                                    IN MEMORY

                               Leslie Esdaile Banks 

                              HORROR WRITER  

                              aka:  L.A. BANKSL.A.Banks

Saturday, February 1, 2014

SERVING MY COUNTRY: DIARY OF A BLACK INFANTRY SOLDIER PART II

First Sergeant Negro Corps.
Shenandoah Valley Virginia
June 13th 1863

Dawn heavy rains an come.My boys tents be soil.There be no fightin this morning.Me and my boys has us a new detail upon us.It looks like that some of thee bloody bodies on both sides have backed up outta they muddy graves,cause thee dirt have turned to mud everi where I see bloody torn apart bloody bodies-bloody arms-bloody legs-bloody blown open heads-faces-chests,wit bloody blue-brown-gray-green bloody eyes torn outta eye sockets.Wit thee muddy waters floatin em away in thee watery trails.I looks out over thee muddy graveyard fields and see justta standin lookin on Miss.southern belle dressed in her fancy ballroom dress.She stands in thee cloudy early mornin mist of thee Shenandoah.My po boys looks back at each other,and over at me carrin a flour sack stuffin rotten bloody pieces of human flesh inside.I stares on at Miss.southern belle hoping for another piece of mornin tasty hunk.I stop and stare back at my boys,cause this time my bellie gonna be a belly of a sergeant in thee united states union army negro corps.And my duty will be to find confederate contraband,and cease it.Where be Miss.southern belle be gittin this here food.As a union officer this here have to be reported to my superiors.I order my boys back don't follow me for another piece of tasty hunk.There be no fightin,not until my boys clear thee way of all thee bloody torn up limbs stroll all over everi which away.It be night now.Thee moonlight shines down on thee big lone white farmhouse,wit thee dim light in thee window.Miss.southern belle be inside fixin up her rare hidden contraband,fixin up tasty hunks for us black boys.I sneaks myself through thee pitch black muddy dark open fields,up to thee dim light in thee window of the farmhouse.I hears a choppin and knockin sound.A pullin apart and a cagy smell of raw flesh mixed in wit a season of fresh onion.Miss.southern belle chops-cuts-slice,wit an ole shiny confederate cold steel battle sword,wit strains of fatty yellow flesh hangin from it.My eyes buck to see Miss.southern belle stirrin in a big cast iron pot,as one of my boys,a young colored private infantry soldier,his lean chocolate body stretched out on a big cuttin table in thee dim lit kitchen.Miss.southern belle no mo dressed in her fancy ballroom dress and blue bonnet.Miss.southern belle be dressed now in boots and leather apron,wit no longer thee pale face no sparkle in her eyes look.Miss.southern belle have a spooky grin as she cuts and quarters up my colored young soldier,slicin and throwin rare hunks into her stew pot.I pulls out my army colt revolver,aim it at her haint like demon face.I cock thee trigger to blow her head off,makin sho she never will wear that fancy blue bonnet again. BOOM! BOOM! Like thunder I hear the sound of battle cannons move closer.I lower my revolver back down into the holster turns away unseen.Miss.southern belle be busy tollin away at slicin my boys into rare hunks,doin her part for her cause.I stand thinkin before I return back to thee battle field.That who ever git this here diary and gives it to my mama Miss.Ruby.Just tell her I luv's her.And she be proud.Cause her baby boy is able to fully serve up himself for his COUNTRY.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

SERVING MY COUNTRY:DIARY OF A BLACK INFANTRY SOLDIER PART I


First Sergeant Negro Corps
Shenandoah Valley Virginia
June 12th 1863


AN EXCERPT FROM MY BOOK: *Afro-American Stories Of Fright From The Old South


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Midday noon summertime up to thee southern belle farmhouse,she stands wit her fine fancy pink ballroom dress and summer blue bonnet,that she in probably wore to one of them there high furlutin fancy white folk drankin wang dangs.Since thee killin start up,Miss southern bell stands out in front of her big white house,wit her big soup pot and wooden spoon.Wit not a sparkle in her pale sad po sad grievin face and dead blue eyes.Me and thee boys soldier on up to her lookin like what the cat drug in,a sight to see.Miss southern belle wit out a word.I be brave and walks up wit my blue cap pressed up against my chest,up to her I says; "Ma'am....we be powerfully hungri, and I be wonderin if in you can spare me and my boys here,ah lil somethin,thank ya ma'am." Wit out a sparkle in her dead blue eyes from under her fancy blue bonnet.She raise up the big wooden spoon,dips down deep into thee big stew pot wit it smell of cagy onion and pink veri rare hunks of meats.Me and my colored boys holds out our blue fightin caps.She fills it up to thee rim,wit thee cagy onion juice drippin down on our black shakin hands.Me and the boys sit down on thee red clay dirt ground listennin to our bellies talk-bark-cuss-laugh from three days of starving.My hunk of cagy,I bites down on some fat wit a piece of coarse hair stickin from outta my rare hunk.I picks it from my teeth,cause my belly be now playin a soft tune of good belchin replace thee cussin.Me and my boys gits up from our southern picnic wit a friendly bow of thank ya-thank ya vari much to Miss southern belle fur the thee fine cagy viddles.My boys and I roam back to our detail of clearin up our and they dead boys.But now our bellies are full wit hunks.We all look back starin and feelin a lil better now,thankin there be still some good folks around.We stare on wit lil smiles lookin at Miss southern belle and thee empty stew pot walking inside her big white farmhouse and close the door.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

BRED TO SERVE UP





Over the weekend,I watched some old horror flicks.One of the flicks I watched was: Silence Of The Lambs.

                                               Great Movie! Great Movie!



                    I started to think about the topic of: cannibalism in African history.


     I founded out most African slaves,was taken from their homeland out of West Africa.


But...some enterprising enslavers-enslaved another kind of African; tribes located in the Republic of the Congo of central Africa.These tribes practiced cannibalism.Some of the individual tribe members were captured and brought to the States,where they and their new owners practiced cannibalism.


                  African CannibalismIt was said; the slaves was bred for such purposes in secret circles?

Saturday, January 25, 2014

DOPPELGANGER



              This is a topic that's never talked about in the Afro-American community.



A very good friend of mine,who I have known for years called me this morning,and swore on his life,that he came face to face with me last night in Ohio at a nightclub.


But...I have never been to Ohio?


I asked him;what did I say to him? My friend said; that I identified myself as me.But acted strange distant and cold towards him.



                          DoppelgangerRELEVANT STUFF!

Thursday, January 23, 2014

RELEVANCY REALM



Black America Supernatural History,has caught some attention from a few that have been following the posts.

                                             I have received E-mails from:



* A now frighten young Afro-American male from Chicago,was visited by his two dead gangbanger thug associates gunned down on the street.Both former thugs told him that: if he was to die,or murder someone on those streets,his soul would meet them in a place of darkness,and demons for all eternity.And they were back to give him fair warning?


*An Afro-American construction worker in Boston said he encountered an odd yellow eyed creature slipping back down a hole,inside an old Victorian house basement floor.He described the creature as having green scaly skin like a reptile?


*A Spanish American single female in New York,who lives alone is awaken every morning for the past 3 months,the same time she moved into her home.To smells of fresh brewed coffee,and sounds of bacon and eggs frying in the kitchen.But when she walks into her kitchen,theres nothing on the stove?


                             RELEVANT STUFF!

                       If someone have relevant supernatural stuff to shout out!A STORY ABOUT YOU

E-mail: donwright880@yahoo.com

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

RELEVANCY CREATED



It only takes a nudge to create relevancy.


CASE and POINT:


Yesterday was Dr.King's B-day.If Dr.King would have stayed in a comfort zone,and just functioned as an ordinary Baptist Preacher and not leave his comfort zone,to stand behind Ms.Rosa Parks.
Would his dream had been the same?

Would it matter....?

                                                      MAYBE........?


As one of thousands of black preacher's,would he had been relevant?


                                                    MAYBE........?


But as a human being,fighting for injustice for another human being,and exposing its form of inhumanity,putting it into the spotlight,it became RELEVANT.



                          HELP KEEP ALL OUR HISTORIES RELEVANT


Friday, January 17, 2014

THEM!



My great grand mama's eerie flailed old woman silhouette shadow would rock,back and forth in her rocking chair,in a dimly lit room with only the flicker of candle light on the wall.


As she'd rock back and forth,she would giggle a little and whisper in a low frightening tone;

"I...tell this story detailing events,that took place in that one night of hell with THEM.The Indians called THEM Gods.But...I know,there was only screams for God,as everyone there with THEM.Started to be eaten ALIVE."




  Our great grand mama use to scare the living hell outta all her great grand kids.

   I did eventually find out who and what THEM was.....?


   You Can Find Out Too By Reading My New BOOK


AFRO-AMERICAN STORIES OF FRIGHT FROM THE OLD SOUTH



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Thursday, January 16, 2014

AFRO-AMERICAN AND E.S.P.



Remember:The shining/The green mile,Stephen King's best selling horror novels.King created both afro-american characters to possess ESP Extrasensory Perception.

It has been proven,that most individuals possess this phenomenon in small stages.In some individuals its much more prevalent.

I remember an Aunt,when ever she got pissed with my Uncle: things would just fly off tables,glasse's would break.

Clairvoyance,Precognitions,I am more then sure,most afro-americans had or have someone in their family with these unexplained abilities?



        JUST ANOTHER SUBJECT OF RELEVANCY

                    KEPT OUT OF THE LIGHT?Bluehost

Monday, January 13, 2014

BE DAMNED!


My mind often wanders back to the magical night of,November 4th 2008.The election of the 56th,and 1st Afro-American President of the United States of America.It wanders back to a man,who ventured out of his comfort zone.

A United States Senator,who could have easily,just thanked God for his blessings,thanked the powers that be,and called it a day?

Barack Obama,didn't flinch,didn't resort to defeatism,or concern himself with the status quo.

One revered former President,called the mire notion of an Afro-American mindset to conceive,let alone venture out of his comfort zone,as nothing more then a fantasy.







                   Its been 7 years,Afro-America comfort zones have been redefined.




                                 OBAMA BASHED THEM!


                    SENDING A CLEAR MESSAGE TO EVERY AMERICAN

                COMFORT ZONES BE DAMNED!



          



Friday, January 10, 2014

EVER WONDER.......?



Why There Was Never A mention Of Black Americans Killed In The Great Chicago Fire Of 1871 and 1874....?





                       BASHING THE PERCEPTION

                                           Chicago DuSableOF 

A PEOPLE WITH UNTOLD SUPERNATURAL HISTORIES

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Joseph Laroche


THIS TIME WE FOUNDED YOU JOE!

THE SCREAMING OF SOULS

As writers of fiction/non-fiction,we have a literary slide of hand.But,at some point in our creations of Peoples,Places,and Times,isn't it prudent,to write what we know,or research what we don't know.Creative writing 101?

Out of all the books,films,and other dramatizations of the tragic tale of the Titanic.No fiction,non-fiction writer,screenwriter,playwright,or director has ever mentioned the family of Laroche.

Joseph Philippe Lemercier Laroche,and his family the only blacks,that were on the Titanic that tragic night of: April 15th 1912.Joseph lost his life along with over 1500 other passengers,survived by this wife and children.


Why...was it,and still so difficult to acknowledge this man,his wife and small children? A black man and his family.Why can't they be relevant,like the other 2nd class passengers presented on Wikipedia of the Titanic?

                  What Has The Soul Of This Brave Man Been Screaming Out Since 1912....?




                          The Laroche familyGIVE ME RELEVANCY!

Friday, January 3, 2014

WAKE AT HOME II

                Tradition,a term thats been burned into my impressionable 8 year old mind.
In 1963,being only one of two kids visiting Birmingham Alabama,presented a host of social horrors,all aim towards my parents,and other family members.Our strong family unit,protected us kids.I reasoned why my aunts,and uncles decided to leave all their children at home,protecting them from the sadistic Jim Crow.

Its a wake at the house.Maybe living in the chilling Chicago Washburen house,had opened up sometype of dark realm within me? Meaning:I had experienced firsthand,black american supernatural occurrences,at the tender age of 6 years old.It was the last night of,my uncle somebody? Camping out dressed in his dark blue Dracula style funeral home suit,laid out in a brown oak wooden coffin,in the middle of a dimly lit frontroom.The time was set for,uncle somebody? To be planted in the ground.

The festive kitchen,was the spot of family celebration,located far in the back of my aunt's huge,ten room house.Me,and my little cousin,a few years younger,was told to leave the kitchen and go to bed.My guess was,the grown folks wanted to celebrate in private,with all the cussin,and drinking.
My little runny nose,hysterical crying cousin and I,started to venture down the long tunnel like,both sides pictured hallway,with pictures of family members in frames,with grim faces,some long dead,others still kickin,giving us both a right of passage towards a dim light up ahead,as we nervously eased closer,and closer to a dead black man,whose life was no more. "Boy,shut up that dam cryin!" Someone yelled from back in the kitchen,over the blasting roar of a blues number by Howling Wolf on the radio,mixed in with the cling/clang of whiskey glasse's,filled with brown liquor,and the raw tobacco smell,of non-filtered camel cigarette smoke.I held on tight to my little cousin's sweaty palm,both dressed in our bright red Mickey mouse PJ's,as we approached this man-a man we never knew from Adam,who once screamed at us both,for walking past his shiny new car. "Get yo,little asse's away from my car!" A man now laid out in a box,with thick gray tone funeral make-up on his death mask animated face.We eased past uncle somebody? Horrified,hearts beating like Buddy Rich on drums.Opening our bedroom door,locking it behind us,jumped in bed under the safety of covers,hand in hand connected like conjointed twins.Tap...Tap....Tap...a soft knock came from behind the bedroom door,with a slight jiggle of the doorknob. "Get...away from my car,get awayyyyy." An eerie far off disembodied voice from behind the door chastised two very frighten little boys,who fell off into deep sleep,haunted by the continous: "Get awayyyyy,from my carrrrr..."

         Protected by prayer,prevented whatever from entering,the innocence of a childs slumber.
                                     

Thursday, January 2, 2014

WAKE AT HOME


Tradition.....I can still hear my mama saying to me at 8 years old: "Awwww....chile,he can't hurt ya,baby he's dead."


It was my uncle somebody,theres a fear that still lingers deep within,from the wake that was in our home.afro funerals


I remember wanting to cry from being frighten,at walking past my uncle somebody,laying lifeless like a black vampire in our dimly lit livingroom next to me and my scared as well cousin bedroom.


Mama glared at me and said: "boy,hush ain't no cryin up in here! This here is TRADITION!"

tradional afro-american funerals