The presence beneath

The catastrophe is below the toes of my feet

The catastrophe is a face i cant see

Facing me i can smell its smoke

Behind me i can feel its freezing breath

I hear the agony from up above

I vomit the truth as i cant fathom it

Slip like a lizard

Crawl like a spider

I know i ll be there soon



Here i am here within

I sit on my throne and see

I set on the east and fail

I rise on the west and burn

I am king here, i am king of Hell

No one has ever walked on my lands

For my lands are lakes of fire

For my lands are the dwelling of the dead

Still, i am a false king

I am the false prophet

Kiss my ring and bow down to me

See up in the sky and look for me

I have slept with the northern star

I have left the castle of eternity

I ll rise again

And this time with no mercy

When the day comes look for me

When your death awaits swallow me

When you lose your faith caress me

They are not screaming for they are content

They are not crying for they have seen the truth once before

Do not let me fool you

Kiss my ring and bow down to me

Know who is your master and give in to me

Give in to my lies

Give in to my fake promisses

Give in to my lust

Fail your true light

For i am your knight

A headless horseman is my vessel

I am falsehood

Know your pain for i am near

Know yourself for i am here

Count your days for i am who will bring you down

Down to the kingdom of Hell

Listen to me and follow

For i am the false prophet

I hear whispers now

Tell them, tell them

I walk upon the earth


The Tenebrous Orb

The tenebrous orb is a malefic relic that was found in the darkest corners of the seventh earth. The departure of such a malicious object from the infernal lands to the dwelling of the living remained a mystery.

Rise upon this slave and obscure his path
Dreams and hopes shall not pass

Those were the unspoken vows. Unleashed during the witching hour before the bony altar. Accompanied by a ringing bell celebrating an ever lasting calamity.

Alas, the malediction of the orb has struck strongly and made no mistake. This creature is now cursed. A journey full of tragedy and misfortune is what awaits.


The VVitch

A short review on the movie The Witch (released 2015/2016 by Robert Eggers).
I was waiting for the movie a couple of months. My impatience was based on the trailer i have seen once. I thought then, finally a movie that will set the right mood for the occult and give it back its thrilling dignity on the movie scene. But i guess i was disappointed. i usually abstain from writing negative impressions, but i feel somehow forced to splatter some ink here. The whole movie is filled with dialogue that is more suitable to an ancient English play, in other word words, rare scenes with action, witchcraft or anything occult related. The thrilling scenes were the ones shown on the trailer. Can you imagine one hour and a half waiting for the kind of scenes that will make you shit in your pants but there is none. Well I am sure the director and his staff had the perfect talent and technology to make us dive and never come back from an alienating movie. Alienating from the goodness of the human nature. I say this because the few scenes with witches were heavenly performed. The scene that showed a very attractive witch, the fog, the green house, darkness around, that was just perfect. Another scene is the old naked witch drinking blood, that was so realistic because it shows how fucking scary to come across an old, naked and evil female sucking blood from some beast. The last scene was also very good showing witches dancing around fire and in full levitation. These scenes were perfect but very short and lasted less than a minute. I am still disappointed because i still didn’t find my dream occult movie. The Blair witch project (book of shadows too) is till now one of my best movies in this genre.


A pre-review of the upcoming movie Blair Witch

The movie is believed to be a sequel and will be released on the 16th September of this year, but i just cannot stop myself from posting a little rant.

The last occult movie i was waiting for was *The VVitch: A New-England Folktale, 2016* and i made it clear by reviewing it that i was not that satisfied with it. It just seems like that producers, directors and writers keep turning their heads in an attempt to alter the image i have in mind of occult movies. I have a feeling that Adam Wingard and Simon Baret are planning to do the same thing and ruin the first installment of the franchise *The Blair Witch Project, 1999*.

To not make myself a bit negative i would start with the good points. From the video trailer of the movie, which has been recently circulating on social media, i believe that the location of the footage and some of the camera angles subscribe to the franchise. Also i have to point out the excellent choice of the actress Callie Hernandez to be the one that we will follow till the last breath of the story. I am sure she will give an excellent performance.

In the other hand, what made me feel off, and very off, is the other acting choice. A very bad male acting choice. Somehow Americans like to feature those teen looking and non charismatic actors. Wes Robinson i am sorry bro. I mean common we are not producing a pop music video, this is supposed to be a serious scary story. And i would add, even if it is gonna piss off some people, for God’s sake, why feel the obligation to insert an american african couple in this franchise, why in these new movies they feel obligated to present to us a variety of ethnicity, just to gain more audience i suppose or any other out of context reason. In other words black actors are not well fit for this kind of horror movies. Many horror movie fans would agree that watching a black person frightened does not fit their stereotype and somehow you end up watching while feeling that something is not right. Leaving that racist remark apart i think that this movie gives the impression of being a mixture of the idea behind the Blair Witch franchise and taking advantage of today’s technology. I mean fanatic Blair witch project fans are more into the spirit of the movie, those cold horrific threatening vibes that slides into your skin and make you shiver from paranoia, only by watching a simple recorded hand shaking footage that most normal people would find boring. Anyways I know that the experience of watching the 1999 doc/movie will never be revived, as many have experienced and shared their deep feelings about it.

I will try to put all this negativity apart when i ll be setting in front of the screen later in September. I hope they ll make me regret writing this horrible pre-review and by then have an amazing frightening experience.


Thiloom. My Beastly Servant

Glad that I have gored the goat to death. The growling that I have heard afterwards was not from pain but of rage. It was not coming from its opened throat. The corpse was lying down breathless. Fear started overcoming me for it was late night, exactly, the witching hour. Right then, I knew I had to begin the invocation.

Let the gates of hell open

Hails to the underworld

Accept my offering and give me what I have always asked for

A familiar from the dark lands,

A beast kept under an infernal vow

A vow of eternal servitude and unconditional obedience

Suddenly, a ghostly figure strangely appeared behind the sign on sand. It spoke and said:

“Koligtee, Gholly, Thiloom”

My servant will be a ghoul, named Thiloom, that I ll receive the night after.

Somehow in front of my tomb, I have found a cradle sheltering an unidentified dark little creature, a faceless infant ghoul. I feel an extreme joy and I thank the coven of witches from the bottom of my rotten heart for they have finally accepted my solemn request.

My new purpose now is to take care of my baby ghoul, feed it with dead flesh I ll collect from the graveyard till it becomes stronger and stronger, and tame it to my best of my abilities so it won’t make any mistake while obeying my orders, for I am the master of this infernal beast. I ll not make the dark coven regret such a generous gesture of theirs.

From now on I ll serve evil and make rituals from the blood of my future preys. My commands will depend on my mood. It will depend on the stars and on the moon phases.

Thiloom, run, harm and feed.

Thiloom , track, hunt and bring alive.

Each night, I wake up after sunset then I check on Thiloom. Thiloom is becoming stronger. I can sense that its thirst for blood has grown and hunger for human flesh has developed. I cannot hide the voices I hear inside my head, I cannot ignore them. They say,

Oh you servant of the darkness, Oh you pathetic servant, your time has clearly come, haven’t you noticed the new glare in Thiloom’s eyes, haven’t you started sensing its hatred towards you, you have not much time left, bow down near the northern well and gave us your soul with dignity or we ll command Thiloom to do it.

I cannot ignore these alien thoughts, but in the same time, I am the father of this beast. I am the master. I ll deceive the coven and run away with Thiloom. May be they have altered its loyalty to me, I have to run away to another land, may be overseas. Oh I hear something crawling behind, this is impossible; I have checked the chains of Thiloom earlier, how come? Maybe I am thinking too much.

Oh no, this cannot be, oh, Aaaaaarghhh.

Frightening screams. Crying and hopeless laughter. This is Insane. I do not recognize my self anymore. I am in full submission while falling on my knees in front of this huge beast. My dear Thiloom has become a stranger with the, one and only, instinct to kill.

Tonight was the same night Thiloom was brought to life by the coven, and now all I can see, is a bloody and deathly scenery. Thiloom feeding on the guts of its master, I the narrator can smell that disgusting feast, yet I can see how delighted Thiloom has become, the first smile on a faceless head. The killing of his master was one of the most brutal savage acts I have ever witnessed. Skull smashed, throat dissected, eyes swallowed, penis thrown to fire, flesh eaten, and bones destroyed. All what is left is a bunch of guts lying on the ground. Weirdly enough, Thiloom keeps vomiting them whenever they make way inside its infernal stomach.

I watch my own murder in disgust and pain, I plunge into despair and I wait for my final judgment. I feel the bitter regret of what is awaiting for me. A similar fate within the district of Hell.

Side Note:

The second meaningful long conversation was initiated by her after a long while of disappearance. She asked anonymously, how is your writing doing. In that same time I had a feeling it was her but i had a slight doubt. I replied with the first part of this humble story. A story of pain was her departure to an unknown fate to me, and all I could do is an attempt to live off her memory. I wrote this story from notes I had written by hand a long time ago, and each time, I think, the first deliverance was in time of a reunion, so may be completing this story and publishing it may grant me a chance of some sort. Hopefully, some kind of a second reunion.

Art is sacred and shall be. Art defies reason but keeps you dreaming. And all I do is I keep dreaming.