The Dark Thing: A Tale Of Terror.

Introduction:An Explanation for my insanity

I love a good horror tale, but not any old old tale of horror. Not the kind of horror where brain hungry zombies over run the world or a story of a sexually repressed madman who grabs the closest kitchen knife and carves up big tittied coeds like it ain’t no thing. No my favorite tales must have an element of the supernatural and unfortunately our modern world is seriously lacking a good ghost story. I love the stories of wispy apparitions that send a family of four running for the hills due to it’s unleashing it’s untold powers of scaritude. Those are the stories that I can not get enough of.

I wrote the Dark Thing almost twenty years ago in my sophmore year of high school as I wiled away the hours of a three day sentence of detention, I will not bore you with the why I was in detention but I can assure you I deserved every second of it and it’s mind numbing monotony. But I digress. I was fortunate enough to have Mr. Prendergast, a nice guy and throwback to the days of old when hippies roamed the earth and love was free. Prendergast did not care what we did as long as we were quiet and did not cause him any grief. As I sat with pencil in hand this tale of terror came to me almost like a gift from the gods and my pencil began to move.

As I wrote, Mr. Prendergast inquired as to what I was doing. I informed him that I had a great idea for a ghost story and it was intention to have it finished when my sentence was over. Prendergast, explained that he loved a ghost story and would love to read it when I was done. At the end of the three days I happened my masterpiece over.

The very next day Mr. Prendergast sought me out and eventually found me in the dining hall. As he laid it down in front of me all he could say, “You got some talent. But kid you are one sick little monkey.” All I could do was smile I accomplished a goal, I managed to scare someone. Does this make me a little insane? Perhaps, however I prefer the term eccentric. It is my hope after you are done reading my opus of horrors you will sit back and think the same thing that teacher thought over twenty years ago, “You are one sick little monkey.” So turn out the lights, light a cigarette and crack a beer for in the coming days you will be introduced to my insanity and “The Dark Thing.”

Rick E. Hale
2/18/09
t_seeker@hotmail.com